Mature Taboo Novels & Stories

I had become the monster I had promised to shield her from—someone who forced himself onto her without whether she was willing. "Alpha." Marcus spoke from the door, sounding disillusioned. "We need to talk." I didn't turn around. "Say what you came to say." "What you did was unforgivable." His words were precise, cutting. “The mating mark taboo is one of the worst offenses in our society. You know this." "I know." The confession burned my throat as it came out.

his friend run to help him and Nannu got the chance to ran away to welcome a new trauma was waiting for her Adult acts, naked girls, lusty gazes of men , drugs, drinks and making out couples were taboo in her country in front of kids. Here she witnessed these acts from the past twenty four hours. She stood in the corner and looked at the crying Alka. Her tiny mind was unable to understand her agony and was in a dilemma how to console her .

There was a moment of tight resistance; she clenched, a sharper gasp escaped her, and then he was inside, fully, buried to the hilt in a heat that seemed to consume him alive. They both froze. The air rushed out of their lungs in a single thud. Her eyes widened, locked on his, capturing the expression of pure ecstasy and pure horror he knew was stamped across his face. It was the final violation of a taboo, and the final fulfillment of a desire. It was the place from which there was no return. And then they began to move.

he said, voice perfectly casual, “what does Bataille mean when he says the sacred is only possible through profanation?” The room went quiet. Every eye turned to her. Ivy swallowed. The plug shifted as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. She felt the trickle of wetness slide further down her thigh. “It… it means that true ecstasy comes from breaking taboos,” she managed, voice trembling. “From defiling what is supposed to be untouchable.” Gabriel’s smile was slow, approving—and terrifying in its intimacy.

“With how freaky you get on stage, I didn’t think you’d have so much self-control… your cock was practically throbbing with need in there.” Kai smirked, eyes darkening. “You seem to know so much about me for a casual listener.” Lila’s lips curved. “You're extremely popular. I’ve seen a number of videos.” Kai’s gaze stayed locked on hers, teasing. “And how did watching those freaky videos make your feel?” Lila felt heat pool between her thighs again. “Uhmm...Good. But not as good as your fingers… You really live up to the words written about you.”

I bite my lip, typing fast. “Just a T-shirt, riding up. Black lace panties, super tight. You will definitely like it and it will drive you crazy.” His reply pops up quickly, making my stomach flip. “Fuck, I can picture you on that bed. Should I tell you something nasty?” “Go for it,” I type, my heart picking up. “If I were with you, I would grab your boobs, slow at first, feeling you up. Then I will slide my hand down, beneath your panties, rubbing your clits and fingering your pussy till you’re shaking.”

Maeve was a fucking witch, one who seemed to have mastered her craft so dangerously well. Most people think having three dicks is a dream. They don’t understand the reality of living with it— the stares, the creepy fetishists who treated me like a circus animal, the women who ran after seeing me naked. On the flip side, there were the ones who became obsessed in the absolute worst ways, treating me like a machine instead of a human being. I was completely done hiding it, done feeling like a monster. Today, I was going to make it rain. “Marcus Kane,” the assistant called. “You’re up.”

I stumbled back two full steps, my hands dropping to my sides, my legs trembling beneath me. Olise stayed pressed against the wall, his lips swollen, his eyes dark and glazed with an intense, heavy arousal. He looked at me, bewildered, his hand rising to touch his wet lips. "No," I choked out, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. I ran a trembling hand through my hair, turning my back to him because the sight of his undone state was making the guilt claw violently at my throat. "No. I shouldn't have done that. That was an absolute mistake. I lost my temper, I lost my head—"

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.

"Oh, baby. How were you supposed to know? I don't like to talk about it much, but I knew eventually, it would have to come out." I pulled back a little bit so I could look him in the eye. "I get it. I really do. Some areas of this are really hard for me because it's so… so taboo and so…so… naughty that I feel like I'm a whore." "But you're not! You're not doing anything wrong,"