روايات وقصص ضمن Fictional Taboo Sex Stories

He still found a way to get his hand over my mouth and he slams into me. Something about this feels so taboo, so forbidden and it makes me even wetter. “You’re going to shut up and take my cock,” he grits into my ear. “You don’t want Daddy hearing how his baby girl gets ruined by his boss in the guest bathroom.” The filth of it makes me gush around him. He’s so big it hurts, but I take it. I want all of it, every fucking inch of his cock and every filthy word he has for me, I'm going to take it all.

I buried my face against his shoulder as pleasure crested sharp and overwhelming. He followed with a low, steady groan, holding me firmly through it. Afterward, we didn’t rush apart. He stayed. Tracing idle patterns along my back. “You’re thinking,” he said. “I am.” “Regretting?” “No.” I turned my head to look at him. “That’s the inconvenient part.” He smiled slightly. “I told you. Not casual.” Here’s the truth: It wasn’t taboo in the scandalous sense. It was taboo because it was intentional.

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.

I moaned, unable to stop it. “Look at you,” he said, his voice was low. “All shy and trembling. But you’re not a nun yet.” He leaned closer, his breath was warm on my cheek. “Let’s make sure you never want to be.” Then his voice dropped into a growl. “You’re my filthy little angel tonight. So go ahead… confess your sins to Daddy.” --- TO BE CONTINUED… --- Author's Note: Hey everyone, thanks for checking out my story! I've been so excited to share Mirabel's journey with you all. I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write.

He fucks me until I forget my own name, and then he plays the footage back on his laptop with a glass of scotch in one hand and my hair in the other. And when I ask him why? He just says, “In case she comes back. In case she needs to see what happens to the girl who stay.” I don’t wear panties anymore. I’m not allowed. Not to bed. Not to the grocery store. Not even to those fancy hotels he takes me to every weekend. I sit across from him at candlelit tables, dripping wet under the dress he picked, and when the waiter turns away and I gasp because his fingers are already pushing inside me again, he just smirks and says, “Keep quiet, kitten. Or I’ll make you stand up and show them how well you

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

Want to grip her brown hair round my fists as I pound her with my cock or while I face fucked her. Fuck! This girl was my student and it was Taboo. And it yet alluring. Mouthwatering. The temptations… The Taboo… I've always stalked her, watched her, making sure the information of her being the perfect witch, the perfect person to perfect my plans. “That's enough, I'm fine." I growled, my cock in my boxers was so hard that I couldn't think anymore. I slowly stood and heard her gasp as I towered above her. Fuck! I shouldn't but my eyes were already on her full lips. Several dirty images clouding my head.

She mumbled, forcing a smile Fiddling with her fingers, she stared at the vibrant club with a kaleidoscope of colors that reflected the excitement and energy of the night. As she walked in, several eyes roamed her body and she felt exposed even with the fitted black mini dress she wore. The stench of stale alcohol and worn leather enveloped her. The dimly lit interior was alive with the laughter of men clustered around the bar, their faces ruddy from drink. The thumping bass reverberated through the air like a living pulse. On the small stage, ladies danced with enthusiasm, giving off sexual vibes that drew men's attention. One thing that caught her attention as the couple in the middle of t

☆ Taboo and forbidden themes: Incest (brother/sister, father/daughter, mother/son, family orgies), pseudo-incest, step-family relations, age-gap relationships (legal adults only), teacher/student, boss/employee, power imbalance, authority figures, religious blasphemy, cheating/adultery, dubcon (dubious consent), noncon (non-consent) fantasies, coercion, blackmail, manipulation, kidnapping, captivity, slavery, and mind-break scenarios. ☆ Dark and intense psychological elements: Dubious consent turning into enthusiastic consent, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, overstimulation, edging, ruined orgasms, humiliation, degradation, praise kink, objectification, dehumanization, monster/alien/creature

My hand slid down his chest slowly, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt, before boldly palming the growing bulge in his pants. Nate sucked in a sharp breath. “I’ve read your books, Nate,” I whispered, my voice husky and desperate as I stroked him through the fabric. “I know you write about girls who beg to be taken. Who want to be used. Fucked. Ruined…. raped!! I read that chapter so many times I lost count… the one where the man takes her even when she pretends to fight. You can’t lie and say you don’t know some girls crave that.”