Mature Taboo Novels & Stories

But in that fraction of a second, the SAEKGUI inside In-young's deepest reaches completely shattered the gates of taboo. The thrilling taboo of forbidden exhibitionism—the tension and shame that voyeurs on the vast open ocean might catch them in this depraved act of mating. It did not act as terror, but rather as the ultimate aphrodisiac, sending electrifying thrills through her entire body. "Do not stop...! Sam-seok, row the oars!" "Do not stop, thrust into my cunt harder, breed me like a beast!" Growling, In-young wrapped her arms even more fiercely around his neck as he tried to detach her.

“I have particular tastes, Sloane. Darker, more… intricate tastes than the common voyeur. I enjoy the corruption of ambition. I get off on the moment a woman like you chooses success over dignity. I want to witness that choice, intimately, again and again.” The food arrived, tiny, exquisite plates of things Sloane couldn’t name. She picked at them, her stomach in knots. He spoke of numbers, of conversion rates, of SEO for adult performers. He talked about her brand, “Luna Luxe,” with the cold precision of a corporate raider. He mapped out her first month under his patronage: a costume overhaul, a high-end toy collection showcase, a themed “Daddy’s Little Star” weekend stream. “The taboo is a

"It's just, it's stupid. "Nothing you can tell me is stupid baby. What's wrong?" Naudia sighs. "I- I have never been with a highschool boy before, so I don't know if they can satisfy me or not." She pauses and whispers the last part. "I have never been with anyone before."

A few days later, pictures of my bare chest were all over the school group chat. I still remembered the stares. The whispers that followed me through the hallways. The laughter that echoed behind my back. After that, something inside me changed. Men stopped feeling safe. They became monsters in my eyes. I swore off sex completely. It wasn't like I was attracted to women either. Whenever I got horny, I'd reach for a dildo or vibrator. But no matter how many times I tried, I never came. I didn't even enjoy it. It always felt empty.

I moaned, trembling, my body slick, my pussy still throbbing around him. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, whispering filthy commands as he gripped us both in his hands. “This is the unholiest thing you’ll ever feel… and you’re going to crave every second of it.” My body quaked at the thought. This wasn’t just sex… this was taboo, raw, and filthy, and I wanted every second. Every rough thrust, every cruel touch, every filthy word from him.

He couldn't stop watching her, rubbing tight circles over the swollen nub in time with the slow, deep thrusts of his fingers. She clenched around him instantly, hot and fluttering. Sucking him in deeper. “Is this pussy wet for me or for my dad's cock?” he couldn't help but ask. For you. Always for you. God, how Lila hated herself for the many times he made her wet by fucking other women, with nothing but a wall separating them. What the fuck was wrong with their parents anyway? Why did they have to be so sex positive? The moment Caleb and Lila turned eighteen, it was fuck all you want. Just be safe.

"But that's exactly what makes us keep going. The forbidden, the taboo... and you." The taboo of their age difference, the forbidden intimacy of their relationship, the risk of being discovered—all of it mixed with pleasure, making every moment more intense, more exciting, more impossible to resist. They remained there, entwined, sweaty bodies, warm skin, racing hearts, aware that this total surrender would change everything forever.

Mehta had walked up to the terrace to collect the clothes she had set to dry and every time she gave me a smile and I had this feeling, her eyes strayed all over me, especially my crotch. Again maybe it was just the mind of a perverted nineteen year old working overtime. Once in a while I was bored to work out, so I would light up a smoke but, making sure no one would ever find out. It was one of those days when I was relishing on my smoke without a care in the world when I heard someone behind me. I turned and saw Mrs. Mehta standing and staring at me. Now a nineteen year old smoking in the west is no big deal but in India that sure is taboo.

But the flush rising in her cheeks told him everything he needed to know. “Go ahead,” he murmured, voice rough with lust. “Tell me to stop.” Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, eyes wide. Miss Carter’s fingers tightened around the stack of papers she held. “Matthew, this is… wildly inappropriate,” she hissed, but her voice cracked. Matt’s grin widened. He leaned back in his chair, shameless. His cock throbbed hard and filthy, stroking harder under the desk. “Inappropriate?” he drawled. “Yeah, maybe. But you’re still standing there watching me. You could’ve walked away.”

He's blessing with wet kisses, hugs, and words of endearment. Something I've never felt. After everything I've done to have him to myself, I fail. And that witch won. No, I can't let this love fester. I can't let it mature into something meaningful. This is a taboo. A huge one the world should know. Father and…daughter? Never! I growl, watching the last of their intimate pictures, my heart burning… TBC.