Little Innocent Taboo Novels & Stories

Sophia took a sip, the wine warming her from the inside. "The assignment… it’s on modern interpretations of taboo relationships, right?" "Exactly." He sat beside her on the chaise, close enough that his thigh brushed hers. "Tell me, Sophia. Have you ever experienced real temptation? The kind that consumes you, body and soul, even when you know it could destroy everything?" Her breath hitched. "I…no. Not really. I’ve always been the good girl. Focused on studies. My parents expect perfection."

I feel his body pivot upward. His hair rubs my breasts as he pushes through my big tits, eager to be nestled in my warm cleavage. ‘Yes, daddy.’ I really want to moan but I know it’d send me straight to hell. Just then, his teeth clamp on my nipple. “A-ah…” I release a throaty moan and jerk. On fire. Raw. My body is in suspension. The way his tongue licks around my bruised nipple soothes my skin. I swallow, humming in my head. I let my body feel how good taboo tastes.

he said, his eyes dark and intense. She clinked his glass, a nervous, fluttery motion. “To new beginnings,” she echoed, her voice a weak, uncertain whisper. He watched her over the rim of his glass, a slow, predatory smile playing on his lips. He reached into his pocket and took out a small, silver remote. He pressed a button, and the plug inside her came to life, a low, steady hum that sent a jolt of pure electricity through her body. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, a soft, shocked sound. He just smiled, a cruel, triumphant smirk. He was playing with her, toying with her, using her body for his own amusement, in the middle of a crowded restaurant.

He thought to himself smiling in content --- Tabby

BOOK 1: THE SHEPHERD'S SIN SYNOPSIS: "Some sins are too delicious to confess. Enter at your own risk. Once you cross the line, there is no going back.” Step into a world where the lines between pleasure and pain are blurred, and the word 'forbidden' is merely an invitation. The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire.

“It might be a taboo, but who cares? For someone like me, I can desire for that thing.” “You what now?” “Nothing, I am just glad that you are threating me as your friend.” From those seemingly innocent smiles, hides his growing lust. The sin that is a casual thing to begin with and especially towards him who is an embodiment of one. The taboo that everyone might call it is something that is natural to the ones like him. A desire and a shift of emotion that he wanted and fast. “One day and another, I shall have what I desire the most.” “DON’T you get it, Tucker?”

She whispers, looking up at me with that sweet innocent smile. She is not sweet or innocent. She is a sexy little tease, and I am in a world of trouble. This is going to be a very long summer, and I am going to have to get some self control. I shouldn't have let that happen and I definitely can't let anything like that happen again. Now if I can just get my dick to understand that.

He grabbed my little soldier through the slippery fabric of my shorts, and stroked it with enough force to make me gasp in a mix of shock and overwhelm as his dick momentarily slipped out of my mouth. “The old man’s got a dick the size of my pinky finger,” he taunted and they all laughed. My face burned, but instead of feeling shame, for some weird reason, their mockery only turned me on more. I inhaled a slow, shaky breath, my eyes fluttering as he massaged my small cap which was already wet from leaking precum. “His tiny clit-dick’s already leaking just from a small touch,” he said to his friends. “Bet he’s never seen anything like ours before.”

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby

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.