Nifty Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

There was a line of women waiting for the cubicles. They were wearing high class dresses and sipping glass flutes of white wine. I couldn’t have looked more out of place. “If you could lie down dear” said Mrs Jones. I did so without question. A lady with a posh white dress came over. She dropped her knickers to the floor and stepped out of them. She then proceeded to stand over me her legs spread wide over my face. I could clearly see her cunt which was bald and completely shaven. Her pussy was tight and perfectly formed. She hoisted up her dress and then relieved herself. The droplets of pee landed on my face. It certainly smelt and tasted different like a bad white wine. I licked my lips.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

Incest was a serious taboo for the tribe, with the small population avoiding incest was why they kept detailed records going back a thousand years. Sam went all 'playful kitten' on him. "Well, 'telling' is one way to do it. But parts are rather complicated so it might be easier if I showed you..." "Sounds better!" "Of course, this little tale had two females... so I have to wonder, is that little slut you brought back from Detroit... was it Nia? Is she available?" "She is not here, so it is just the two of us... unless you want to ask one of your people..."

The taboo thrill of my father’s best friend—forty-five to my twenty-one—claiming me so completely. By the time we left for the lawyer’s office, my panties were damp again, and I could feel the shift. Caretaking was turning into something hungrier. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop it.

It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake. I lounged on the big sectional couch in the living room, legs stretched out, my nipples already hardening against the thin white fabric of my tank top. No bra. I hadn’t worn one on purpose. The wine had me flushed and bold, my pussy tingling with that slow, forbidden ache I’d been ignoring for months.

Sophia took a sip, the wine warming her from the inside. "The assignment… it’s on modern interpretations of taboo relationships, right?" "Exactly." He sat beside her on the chaise, close enough that his thigh brushed hers. "Tell me, Sophia. Have you ever experienced real temptation? The kind that consumes you, body and soul, even when you know it could destroy everything?" Her breath hitched. "I…no. Not really. I’ve always been the good girl. Focused on studies. My parents expect perfection."

“Never tempt me like that again.” If he thought his little display of stoic restraint was going to make me retreat into a corner and play the quiet, obedient stepson, he had severely miscalculated. If Vincent wanted to pretend I didn't affect him, fine. I was going to force him to watch exactly what he was throwing away. So, when a guy I’d been casually messaging on a dating app—a smooth-talking, mid-twenties architect named Julian—asked me out for drinks, I said yes.

“Your eyes tell a different story than your words.” A blush, hot and shameful, crept up Susan’s neck. She looked away, her gaze snagging on the rough texture of Kayla’s worn jeans, the slight bulge of muscle beneath the denim. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Oh, I think you do.” Kayla’s hand, surprisingly gentle, reached out, her fingers brushing the stiff fabric of Susan’s wimple, tracing the line of her jaw. The touch sent a jolt, sharp and electric, through Susan’s entire being. “You’re aching for something, aren’t you? Something forbidden.” Her thumb stroked Susan’s cheekbone, a feather-light touch that felt like fire. “Something… real.”

In a brutal fantasy world where power is measured by dominance and desire, King Torvald rules with an iron fist and an insatiable hunger for the biggest, thickest cocks in the realm. Whether raiding enemy camps, claiming conquered warriors, or venturing into forbidden territories, Torvald takes what he wants... on his throne, in the battlefield, or deep in ancient ruins. When no worthy cock is near, he hunts for the legendary “Titan’s Gift,” the largest and most powerful cock ever rumored to exist. Raw, merciless, and dripping with lust, this is a story of a king who would burn kingdoms for the perfect fuck.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.