Mature Taboo Novels & Stories

Marisa shut the door and sat on the bed near her Luna. Fleurie took out her notebook, not wanting to talk out loud with anyone. Are you alright? Do you need anything? Fleurie jotted down in her notebook, the notebook that her mate Graysen had given to her. " No, I was just hesitant to approach you or talk to you, but here I am," Marisa said with a tiny shake of her head. The mate of Graysen frowned slightly as she wrote. Hesitating? why? "I'm simply socially awkward and clumsy, and you were frail." Marisa saw Fleurie's bruises and scars on her wrist while she lay unconscious on the hospital bed.

Look how it turned out with my former mate, Luke. I am actually quite a piece of work because how do I go from that strong trembling in the bathroom that had my world feeling like it was coming to an end, to actually feeling my nipples harden and my clitoris throb at the thought of my mate's brother taking me. I should loathe and scold myself for it, but I actually quite enjoy the thrill of doing what is not expected of me. I guess the word is taboo. I love a good taboo to get the adrenaline rush that an adrenaline junkie like myself needs. **ATLENE'S POV**

“You’d take Daddy’s cock like a good girl, wouldn’t you? Creaming all over my dick while I stretch you open. Tell me you want it, sweetheart. Tell Daddy how bad you need this married cock ruining your tight little pussy after weeks away in that dorm.” My legs shook. I pinched my hard nipple hard, plunging my fingers faster, imagining him splitting me open right there on his bed. The taboo — my coach, the man who raised me after Mom left, jerking off thinking about him while I was supposed to be safe in the dorms — only made me wetter and filthier. His strokes turned brutal. “Brandi… fuck yes, baby… Daddy loves his little stepdaughter so much. Gonna fill that young womb with my hot cum… breed

I was just scrolling through I*******m when I caught a old gym shot of Leo —shirtless, sweat glistening on those rock-hard abs. My thumb hovered around his abs. Then my mind drifted to a few weeks ago, his bathroom tap had gone haywire. He had barged into my bathroom without permission, and I saw him completely naked as he took his shower. I’d seen everything—his thick dick hanging heavy, the lines of muscle disappearing lower. I’d slammed the door and acted disgusted, but the image had burned into my brain. It haunted me in the shower, late at night when my hand slipped under the covers without thinking, imagining his dick in my tight pussy.

"Stop it. That's ridiculous." "I'm completely serious!" she insisted. "Live a little! This is literally the craziest, most out-of-character thing you've ever done in your entire life. Maybe that's exactly what you need right now. A little bit of chaos. A little bit of something... taboo and different." She wiggled her eyebrows at me suggestively.

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.