Kinky Taboo Novels & Stories

She slaps her hand on my thigh. I jerk in surprise. “What was that?” She laughs at me. “He isn’t kinky, is he?” Sandy’swiggling her brows on me with a cunning smile on her face. “What’s kinky?” I ask back rolling my eyes. She barks out laughing. “So, he isn’t kinky if you don’t even know what does kinky means. I guess he has his own way in bed. Is he Christian Grey then?” Her smile widens even. “He’s not kinky or whatever is that means, and he isn’t Christian Grey. He never tied me up or hang me, yet.” I scowl at her.

Only feel—his fist gliding, twisting over the head, the way his breath fanned my throat, the hard ridge of his erection pressing against my hip through his slacks. “Look at you… so shaky. You like it when I touch you, don’t you?” “Yes… oh god yes… more please…” I tried to reach for him, wanted to palm the thick outline straining his fly, wanted to feel how hard he was for me but he caught my wrists again, pinned them higher. “Uncle…” “What do you want, pretty boy?” We needed to stop. We had to. My parents. The family. This is taboo.. But my body screamed otherwise.

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.

She closed her eyes and moaned, smiling at the thought of doing just that. "There's your answer," he said, grinning. "I want you to enjoy yourself, and it's something that you enjoy. I certainly love it when you do it to me, and we agreed to share and be honest. Besides, it's just really kinky to think about you sucking a guy off and swallowing his cum, not to mention getting pictures of the act or actually witnessing it. It's taboo." She smiled. "You'll tell me if anything I do starts to bother you?"

I don’t even know how I was still standing. My knees were shaking so bad the cabinets were rattling against my thighs every time Kev slammed into me. I couldn’t close my mouth because Tre had me pinned open, gagging, drooling, choking on his cock until spit poured down my chin and my throat felt raw. My hoodie was bunched up under my tits, one of my pierced nipples catching on the granite, my tears mixing with the slobber sliding down to my chest.

“Under the desk. You’re going to worship me while I take calls.” I crawled under the massive executive desk as she sat down. She spread her thighs, hiked up her own skirt, and revealed she wasn’t wearing panties either — her smooth, perfect pussy already glistening. I buried my face between her legs without hesitation, licking and sucking greedily. Her taste flooded my mouth as I plunged my tongue inside her, then focused on her swollen clit.

he ordered, irritated that she left him hard and aching and there was nothing he could do about it. Even jacking off was a crime now. Nothing that might encourage or lead to sex was permitted, as the country simply couldn't handle the burden of more children. “You’re a dirty, little cock tease who will always have a horny pussy. Why aren't you like the normal girls who control themselves?" he snarled.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

“Why not have my first time and fuck me crazy? Kai’s cock twitched hard under her foot. He looked down at her flushed cheeks and still-swollen breasts, eyes burning. “Can you bear the risk of your cravings?” he whispered, voice rough. Lila pressed her foot firmer against him. “To get your cock pounding me hard, I’d bear anything. Isn't some secret forbidden rendezvous exciting?" Kai studied her for a long moment, then purred, voice low and dark. “If my cock buries inside you, you won’t be standing as fast as you are right now.”

Marc leaned in, burying his face into the side of Julian's neck, biting down firmly as he let out a low, gut-wrenching growl that echoed through the dark room. The three of them moved as a single, chaotic unit, the rhythm fast, heavy, and completely unsparing. Every stroke of touch, every shared kiss between the three of them tore down whatever remaining barriers Julian had held onto from his long, tedious workday. 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.