Mature Taboo Novels & Stories

I wanted to pull my leg back but Mateo’s hand shot under the table, gripping my ankle in a bruising hold, pinning my foot to press tight against his pulsing erection. His eyes burned into mine, dark with raw lust and something dangerously close to possession. What a pervert. I tilted my head, lips parting on a soft, shaky exhale. Then I flexed my toes slowly, dragging stroke up the entire thick length of him. A low, involuntary groan tore from his throat. "Fuckkkk.." He tried to disguise it as a cough, but it came out rough, ragged, and far too sexual. Mom’s head snapped toward him.

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.

The guy was a f*cking enigma. When the app finally unlocked, the profile questions made Lennon's palm sweat. Orientation? He clicked “curious.” Experience level? Virgin. Hard limits? He filled in none. Kinks? He paused at that, his heart hammering. Did he have kinks? Could he just uninstall the app and forget he ever thought about this? No, he wasn't going to back out now, not after promising to do Archer's homework for the rest of the school year. One by one, he selected everything. Every single taboo box. Age gap. Blindfolds. Degradation. Ownership. Breeding.

Not even the perpetrators who still managed to look more anxious for no reason. “As we all know, there are some crimes that are so taboo that we do not take them lightly.” They responded with agreeable nods. “But unfortunately, one of us in this room has broken the rules and committed such a taboo crime.” Another wave of whispers followed. I clicked my glasses again, trying to get an air of calmness. “Please let us all settle down, it is important I say this fast so we can move forward on a good line of action.” The room went still once more.

Nwakali said while moving his hands in an amusing way. “I have always said this thing quite a number of times, but only a few people understands. When a child begins to play with fire, and no one tells him to stop, the child will continue playing with the fire until the fire consumes him or her," Nwakali stopped. He waited until the crowd shouted in approval before he proceeded. “A taboo has been committed in our land and the sad thing...” He stopped again to see the reaction on the people’s faces. They were shocked and waiting eagerly to hear the name of the culprit who had defied their gods.

“I said stroke. Keep your eyes on the screen.” I did it. Slow at first, because the alternative was worse. On the video Mateo flipped my father over and fucked him into the mattress. The sounds were wet and raw. My hand moved faster without permission from my head. Shame burned up my neck but it didn’t beat the arousal sat right next to it, ugly and honest. Mateo stayed behind my chair, one hand on my shoulder, watching both me and the screen. “He used to tell me how disappointed he was in you,” he said, almost conversational. “How soft you were. How you would never be half the man he was. Then he would get on his knees for me and beg.”

“Like we’re… not what you would think of as normal. Maybe… Maybe we just need to say, f-k it, this is how we’re… How that we aren’t…” “Normal,” she prompted, impatiently. “Yeah.” He glanced over his shoulder at her. “Rhett says… Said… That you know. You’ve known all this time, since we were teenagers.” “Is it like… taboo?” She was intrigued despite her physical discomfort. “To know?” Cameron made a sound deep in his throat. “Yes,” he said, looking away. “Yes, absolutely. Forbidden to speak of. It’s one of the first things that we learn. Not to talk to others that are not like us about us.”

She casually drops the bra on the floor, still focusing out the window. '"Taboo?' Really? Where the fuck did you find that word? Incest, Father. We are talking about incest. Having sex with your family." I shift in my chair. Maybe I'm too careful, but I need a clear sign. "Which is also illegal, and for very good reasons."

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.

Renowned artist Lucian Vale, is a 42 years old perfectionist with a dark reputation. He needs the perfect muse for his most provocative collection yet. When 23 years old aspiring model Joshua Hart walks into his private studio, Lucian knows he’s found more than just a body, he’s found raw, uninhibited inspiration. What begins as classical nude poses quickly spirals into explicit, boundary pushing sessions filled with erotic poses, intense oral worship, masturbation, and eventually full gangbang scenes orchestrated by the artist himself. In Lucian’s world, art and lust are inseparable, and Elias is willing to surrender everything, his body, his limits, and his pleasure to become the ultimate