Little Innocent Taboo Novels & Stories

"Think! If I close my eyes, I may miss my target. I know men have no control of their sperm direction when they ejaculate." "Gee, pumpkin, you know a lot for someone who has never had a boyfriend." "Dad, I didn't ask you to humiliate me. That taboo you mention is merely a convention of society. What is the problem with me seeing your damn cock if you're my father?" "Well, I'm not sure, but what I do know is that you've cursed a lot, Annabelle. That's not nice language for an educated girl like you." "If you don't want me to swear, so stop pissing me off with your silly comments, daddy," she snapped showing her small teeth."

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I literally felt so fulfilled. After a moment, Aunt was laying her back against the headboard; I was laying my back against her while her husband, still on the floor, on his feet, rubbing his cock, putting lube on it. I imagined he didn't like struggling. It was in this moment, when my aunt was kissing my back, holding me in place, almost as if I were about to run or something, that she was whispering in my ears that I should take her husband's cock in my wet teen pussy, did I believe that taboo sex was really happening in this world, not just staged in p**n.

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.

[Dusk till Dawn by Emma Heesters (Zayn Malik) playing] Not tryna be indie Not tryna be cool Just tryna be in this Tell me how you choose Can you feel where the wind is Can you feel it through All of the windows Inside this room He moved slowly with the rhythm and suddenly I also knew how to dance. I followed his steps and a small smile crossed his lips. 'Cause I wanna touch you, baby And I wanna feel you, too I wanna see the sunrise and your sins Just me and you Light it up, on the run

Father Lucas took a step back, admiring the sight as if he were standing before a profane relic. “Look at this dripping little slut… ready to be profaned. Look at that open pussy, all red, drooling like a bitch in heat. And that little asshole winking right below… so pink, so tight… today it’s going to meet the priest’s cock too, but first I’m going to destroy this cunt again.” Clara was breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling, her entire body trembling with anticipation. She held her own thighs, keeping her legs spread wide, offering herself completely.

His voice was thick with lust making me adjust on my heels. “Alright. Let's have a chat. Leave the clothes on the floor.” He said pointing towards a chair in front of him. “Do you have a certain kink you gravitate to?” He asked when I sat down. “I enjoy many different things… like threesome, bisexual, anal, taboo.” “Taboo?” He cleared his throat. “What do you consider as taboo?” “I don't know… cheating housewives, step siblings, age gaps.” He smiled adorably as if the thought of indulging in this is cute. Then his smile dropped. And he's back to business. “Show me how you masturbate.”

My eyes roamed, working fast, taking mental images of the beautiful creature in front of me. She stood there, completely naked in the afternoon sun filtering through the blinds. I swallowed hard, my chest hot. "Lie back," I commanded. She did as she was told, propping herself up on her elbows. Then I sat on the edge of the bed next to her, starting my forbidden lecture. "Every girl has a little bud," I explained, rasping my words out. "It’s called the clit. It’s where all your nerves are. When you’re tense, unlike my dick, that’s what needs attention in you. Spread your legs, Angel.”

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.