Nifty Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

My body felt heavy and sensitive, every nerve ending firing like a live wire. "Two left," I panted inside my head, my chest rising and falling. Student 9: Nathan Nathan was the shyest boy in the class. He walked up with his head down, but his body told a different story. He was thick and heavy, his cock a dark, pulsing weight. He climbed onto the desk, his hands trembling as he touched my knees. "I... I've been watching," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I want to do it right."

Our bodies said everything. “I love you,” Frank said suddenly. “Not just this. I love being with you.” My heart swelled. “I love you too,” I whispered. “More than I should.” We talked about our feelings. It was more than sex. We connected deep. He understood me. I made him feel young and alive. The taboo made it stronger. But it also made it scary. The next day we took more risks. Mom went to the store. We had thirty minutes. I sucked him in the kitchen. On the counter. I took him deep while he sat on a chair. Then he bent me over the table and fucked me. We came together fast.

The boys my age were clumsy, selfish, and rushed, finishing in minutes and leaving me frustrated. Big Zaddy took his time. He made the denial delicious, the edging feel like sweet torture. He made the release feel like worship. And God, I craved it more every single day, even as the guilt gnawed at me. What if Dad found out? What if this was some married guy? I’m turning into exactly the kind of girl Mom would worry about. I finally ended the call after a few more soft praises from him.

Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out. “He won’t be interested in you like that, Maya,” she said softly but firmly, curling her fingers against my G-spot while her thumb circled my clit. “Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.”

I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write. Mirabel has a lot on her plate, and it’s only going to get crazier from here. What would you do in her shoes? I can't wait to hear your thoughts and see you in the comments. Happy reading!

“But it wasn’t clean. You said it, and I felt it. I felt it everywhere. And you can’t take that back.” His voice was low. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you.” “But you did.” Silence again. I looked at him and saw the fear abd conflict he was carrying. “I’m not a kid,” I said quietly. “I never thought you were.” “But that’s what this is about, isn’t it?” I asked. “My age. My mom. The fact that it looks bad. That it feels... taboo.” “It’s not about how it looks,” he said, lifting his eyes to mine. “It’s about what it costs. It is a taboo. She’s my wife.”

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.”

"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.

“It’s a non-disclosure agreement. Nothing about what happened in that room leaves here. Legal actions would be taken if posts or stories are shared in any form." Lila stared at the NDA, a strange mix of amusement and nervousness fluttering in her chest. She was really sitting here getting an NDA from Kai Lennox after getting an orgasm from him. "Wow..." She let out a soft, half-laughing breath. "I feel like a fan signing papers to hide a secret forbidden relationship with her idol.” Kai’s eyes locked onto hers, dark and unreadable. “Aren’t you?” Lila immediately sat up straight, adjusting her position and avoiding his intense gaze. She fiddled with the edge of the paper, cheeks burning.

He couldn't deny it. He pounded her harder. "Shut up and take my dick, you bitch. This is the last time, so you better fucking enjoy it," he rasped, humping her pussy like a man starved for a woman's touch. Jessica didn't deserve this. She was great in bed. Willing to explore all his fucked up fantasies. The problem? She wasn't the one creating said fucked up fantasies. The taboo of fucking his step daughter wreaked havoc with his sanity, but like any number one groupie, Fred couldn't get enough.