Kinky Taboo Novels & Stories

"I'm going to spank you 10 times. I want you to thank me after each one and for this round you are to call me 'daddy'. Let's get started, shall we baby girl?" "Yes." I paused. It was the most taboo word. The forbidden word. The word that linked back to abuse. But I knew Nyx was doing this for my benefit. I wanted to own my sexuality and 'daddy' is a word sometimes used in kink play. I've always wanted to have to erase the negative connotations the word held for me. "Daddy." "Good baby girl." SPANK! "Thank you." I paused, "daddy." SPANK!

“Keep it down.” She rolls her eyes bouncing on me. I stretch out the flesh of her behind my middle finger going inside her asshole. I've always being scared of getting kinky with Maya, but only if she knew how much I want to do bad things to her. She bucks forward her face contorting in pain, “Caa..” “Shh,” I order moving faster. I can't have her parents knowing what we are doing. That is too embarrassing.

It was weird after all, so to make sense of such a kink demanded some thought. "It's like I said. The act of doing something taboo. We're playing with fire, but with unwavering love and trust with each other. So it's a fire that we contain. And it's something we're doing together, which is important. As long as we're both involved it's perfectly fine to explore a little. And I can tell you find it pretty fun too. Or exciting perhaps."

That’s so fucking hot. Rowen’s eyes darken with lust as he smirks. Hell yes it is. I cannot wait to see you two step-sibs go at it. Summer rolls her eyes. You two are sick. How is that sexy? It’s icky. It’s the taboo, babe, I murmur, letting my fingers slide along her inner thigh under the table. Her legs part slightly, and I know it’s not my words doing the heavy lifting—it’s the tension. It’s technically fine, but still forbidden. It’s dangerous. It’s hot. You know it.

Tina rolled her eyes, and made a beeline towards the car trunk, "C'mon they are not gawking at us like a criminal, they are gazing at you like that. Who asks you to be a holy person in those third degree shops? You know they are selling those vibrators, dildos, chains and all that BDSM stuff. It's called wild fantasies Kathy, I don't think you have ever watched it." Kathy froze, turning red with her cheeks touching the blush. "You are crazy Tina. They are sex toy and you are shopping it so openly." Tina looked at her as if she was looking like a child without having any knowledge of being in this world, "We buy a vibrator, it's handy. Not drugs and any illegal weapons. It's not something I c

he directed her mouth on his cock through his hold on her hair. The forbidden held a special edge of appeal, he admitted to himself. Would he have found a blowjob by Marcella as exciting if he hadn’t have known that ever senior wolf in the pack would consider the act taboo? He didn’t know. But the taboo definitely added to the experience for him, as, he suspected, it did for Marcella.

My fingers trembled the whole time. Ted watched. He didn't help. He just stood there, arms crossed, chest heaving, looking at me like he wanted to tear my clothes off again. When I was dressed, I stood in front of him. We were face-to-face. Close enough to kiss. "Tonight, at home..” "This isn't—" I started. "I don't care what this is." His hand came up, and his thumb brushed my lower lip. "I don't care about professional. I don't care about appropriate, we can keep this taboo our little secret. I care about getting you alone and making you come so many times you forget your own name."

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

“You’ve always got to be patient, princess. Good girls wait for permission before rushing ahead.” The exact words. The exact phrase Big Zaddy used almost every single time I grew impatient during our sessions. My breath hitched sharply. The platter nearly slipped from my suddenly numb fingers as horror and raw, electric arousal slammed into me like lightning. My pussy clenched hard around nothing, a fresh rush of slick heat flooding between my thighs so intensely that my knees nearly buckled. I could feel my juices starting to trickle down my inner thigh under the sundress, no panties to stop it.

The slap of our bodies filled the room—wet, obscene sounds mixing with the thunder. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and began to ride him harder. Faster. My ass bounced on his thighs, my pussy gripping him like a vice with every downward stroke. “That’s it, son,” I gasped, the word dripping with filth. “Fuck Mommy’s tight pussy. Fill me up like you’ve always wanted.” The taboo talk poured out of me effortlessly, heightening everything. Each time I called myself Mommy, his cock twitched inside me, growing even harder.