Nifty Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

Licking her lips, Janice settled her pussy over the vanity table. It was a little weird, yes, but ever since her husband forbade her from having toys, Janice had had to be creative with how she got herself off. She’d discovered from reading a smut book that rubbing your pussy on the edge of the table could get you off even faster. And that was what she was going to do. Hiking one leg up, she pressed herself against the cool rounded edge and started rocking slowly. A soft whimper escaped her throat and she closed her eyes, bringing her hands to her breasts.

“How many times did you fuck him? How many times did he drink your cum? How many fucking times did you vow to avenge Camilla while—-” “Don’t bring Camilla into this conversation!” I snap. Shame and anger simmering inside me. He’s right, but I’ve never been fair to begin with, so fuck morality. Fuck anything that’s not Bunny. Taboo or not, he’s mine, even death can’t tear us apart. Only fucking mine. “Who I fuck is none of your business.”

Elena remained completely still after Adrian’s words, her mind struggling to catch up with the danger he had just revealed. Someone knew about their contract, and whoever it was wanted her dead before the marriage ended. The room suddenly felt smaller, the silence pressing against her chest as she looked at Adrian for an explanation. She wanted to believe he was exaggerating, but the seriousness in his expression made that impossible. She folded her arms tightly and tried to steady her breathing. Why would anyone care whether our marriage lasts a year? she asked. Adrian’s eyes remained fixed on hers as he explained that their contract was more than a private arrangement. If the wrong person

☆☆☆☆ Walking Temptation::- To say that Jamie was frustrated was to put it mildly. An 18 year old high school senior on spring break, both his parents were at work all day, leaving him alone with Tatiana, the incredibly gorgeous Russian exchange student they were hosting. Blonde, blue-eyed and buxom, the sexy college student had the poor senior on edge. She was flirtatious and funny, often making fun of her own mistakes with the English language, but mostly she was gorgeous and often pranced around the house wearing tank tops and boxers.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

We just pretend it never happened? …I don’t know what else to do. Your father would never understand. Then we don’t tell him. …You know it doesn’t work that way. Secrets like that always come out.* I want to scream. Want to throw my phone across the room. Instead I type: *I don’t care. I want you anyway.* The three dots appear and disappear for a solid two minutes. Finally: *You’re going to drive me insane, little wolf.* *Good. Maybe you’ll stop being so stubborn.

My arms trembling beside me as I waited for what came next. But he didn’t get up. He didn’t even move. He just stared. And then he said the filthiest, most terrifying, most delicious thing I had ever heard. “Today’s lesson is control.” My breath hitched. “Control?” He nodded once. “You’ll learn how to cum without a sound.” My eyes widened. “Wait, what..

Mia's POV I woke up with Mr. Cole’s cock still inside me. Not a dream, not a fantasy, but real, thick, hard again, stretching me open in his big bed while the rest of the quiet Ohio house remained silent. Mr Cole was my best friend’s dad, forty-seven, divorced, shirtless, and buried so deep I could feel every pulse. My dress was shoved up around my waist, my panties were gone, his hand covered my mouth so I wouldn’t make noise while his other hand pinned my wrists above my head as he moved slow and dirty, dragging almost all the way out then pushing back in until my eyes watered.

His voice was thick with lust making me adjust on my heels. “Alright. Let's have a chat. Leave the clothes on the floor.” He said pointing towards a chair in front of him. “Do you have a certain kink you gravitate to?” He asked when I sat down. “I enjoy many different things… like threesome, bisexual, anal, taboo.” “Taboo?” He cleared his throat. “What do you consider as taboo?” “I don't know… cheating housewives, step siblings, age gaps.” He smiled adorably as if the thought of indulging in this is cute. Then his smile dropped. And he's back to business. “Show me how you masturbate.”

he promised darkly, swimming away with a smirk. The dinner was torture. Under the table, his bare foot slid up her calf, teasing higher until she nearly dropped her fork. Their parents remained oblivious, chatting about work and weekend plans. That night, Emma lay in bed replaying every touch, every look, every forbidden word, and her body burned for more.