Fictional Taboo Sex Stories Novels & Stories

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.”

There was no control left, no corporate dignity, no restraint only the raw, unadulterated friction of skin against skin, framed by the cold glass of the high rise window overlooking the silent city below. Julian's breath came in frantic, shallow hitches, his entire body trembling violently under the heavy, relentless pressure of their combined weight and touch. The power dynamic in the room was electric neither Marc nor Leo willing to yield control to the other, with Julian caught right in the center, completely consumed by the relentless storm they created together on the silk sheets. "Stay right here," Leo whispered against Julian's lips, his dark eyes locking onto Julian's blown-out pupil

I fucked Hailey’s hole with my tongue, letting curiosity get the best of me and I began fingering her asshole with my thumb until her thighs were shaking. “I’m close!” Damon groaned. “Fuck me too!” My husband’s hot cum spilled into my abuse as my best friend’s pussy pulsed out juices as her body shook with her second orgasm. It was all so dirty, filthy but fucking wonderful. I don't think I could go back to casual sex after this. ~ ~ ~ Update: We agreed to continue fucking! My parents have Bella every weekend while my husband, my best friend, and I discover ways we could make each other cum at every corner of the house.

“Fantasy? I imagine a guy taking me at work, in the office bathroom. He pins me against the sink, hikes up my skirt, and shoves his fingers into my wet pussy, fingering me hard while I bite my arm to keep from screaming. Then he fucks me from behind, slapping my ass while I cum. No condom, filling me with cum until it drips down my legs. Fuck, Marcos, I’m going crazy just talking about it.” They laughed together now—dirty, loaded laughs—their bodies inching closer on the filthy floor. The air was thick with lust, the smell of sweat and arousal mingling like a forbidden perfume. Marcos told another story, about a fuck in a dark alley, pounding a chick against the wall while it rained, water m

“I’ll give you every style you want me to Ella. Let's give it a try. You can't continue like this forever. Your addiction needs to be conquered. One day your mummy will find out about this life you're living and you wouldn't be proud of it.” “You don't have a different d!ck size. I want a different d!ck size every time.” All that he was saying, wasn't any of my concern. Mother would never find out about my s*x life. I promise that. “Ella, think about this again. She'll eventually find out and that wouldn't be good. Give us a chance and leave this lifestyle alone. Even in class, you can ask me to follow you and zip down, I’ll do it..” he said and for some moment, my heart melted.

Antônio groaned loudly, his penetration deep, muscles tensing, feeling every contraction of hers, every sigh, every cry. They continued, exploring every point, every curve, every reaction. The sex became intense, dirty, without limits, mixing pleasure, desire, and the danger of the forbidden. Antônio kissed, bit, provoked, and Dirly surrendered completely, losing herself in the ecstasy, the risk, the taboo that consumed them. When they finally fell exhausted, bodies glued together, breathing heavily, the heat still pulsing, the tension remained. The taboo was still there—the age difference, his role as tutor, the risk of being discovered—everything increased the intensity of their desire and

Theo hissed when she gripped him harder, stroking him. Ria bit her bottom lip, face flushed as a plan formed in her head. Mr Gordon was good-looking. His cock felt bigger than the ones she was used to, which wasn't a lot considering she'd only had sex four times. She didn't think she would mind getting fucked by him, especially since she would be getting even with Vivian. She posted her nudes; Ria fucked her dad, and it seemed like a win-win. "We can't," Theo groaned, his entire shaft throbbed and leaking precum at the tip, contradicting his words. Ria pressed hard on his cock, gripping the tip and caressing it.

She really doesn't see me as a man, huh? "Boys watch uncensored videos because it's sensual and exciting. Men like me, however, prefer the plot. For example, teacher-student romances, sex with sisters-in-law, sex with a stalker, bondage, coercion... The more taboo the plot, the more stimulating it is." Felicity blushed, and it took her a while to say, "You pervert!" Vermont laughed and asked, "Which one do you prefer?" Something popped up in Felicity's mind, and her cheeks turned red. She glared at Vermont and snorted coldly, "Why would I tell you?!"

Her body would crave sex like mad at precisely the moment a man was likely to turn tail and run in revulsion! She'd read all the advice in the sex manuals: ‘A truly sensual man won't be put off, etc ...’ but her own experiences didn’t match the textbook. She’d always met with shudders of distaste, and even with the protecting barrier of a condom, no man had ever wanted her enough to enter a body that was bleeding. Worse still, it was usually the macho men - like Nathan Levay ~ who’d ended up being the most squeamish. ‘Are you all right?’ His soft voice cut clean through her pessimism

The click of the cap was loud in the quiet room. He coated his fingers and reached between my legs. I sucked in a breath when the first one pushed inside. I was still tender from the club, and my body remembered him even when I wanted it not to. He worked me open with the same patience he used for everything else, slow, sure, watching my face the whole time. When he lined himself up, the thick head of him pressed against me, and the whole thing suddenly felt too real. "Are you really sure about this?" I asked. The words came out rougher than I meant. I was naked under my professor.