Pure Taboo Homeless Novels & Stories

"I don't like this." The people around us have me on edge and I'm tempted to keep my hand on my wallet. Although I don't consider myself in any way 'soft', having Michael's solid figure beside me is settling. No-one would pick a fight with him without thinking seriously about the possible consequences. Although this is a main street, the homeless stretch out on cardboard 'mattresses', cradling bottles; the sting of meths in the eyes and nostrils as we pass by. Broken glass and needles lie unwarded on dirty flags. Benches are graffitied or vandalised.

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby

Maybe they simply knew that complaining was pointless—those two were incurable. Martin and Sabrina continued like that. Without labels. Without romantic promises. Just the certainty that, as long as they lived side by side, the low wall would never be an obstacle. They just had to jump. And every time one of them jumped, the other was already wet, hard, or open, waiting to be used. They were neighbors. They were addicts. They were eternal. And in Nova Lima, Minas Gerais, the sounds of wet pussy, violated ass, throat being fucked, and dirty moans continued to echo between the two houses… for a very, very long time.

I'd priced it low and included all the furniture, so the buyers barely hesitated before signing the contract. The money hit my account that same day. They'd be moving in within a week. After I hung up, relief washed over me. On social media, Emily posted what felt like 800 photos a day showing off their vacation. I scrolled past images of oceanfront hotels and trendy Instagram spots, feeling nothing. "Life is a vast wilderness," her caption read. I casually liked the post and looked at the zeros in my bank account. In a couple more days when they got back, their life would feel pretty barren.

"You're famous. Want to see?" "No, she does not and neither do you. That footage is illegal," Rick snapped at his nephew, yanking the phone out of his grasp. "People are cruel, but it will be deleted soon. Until then, stay off the internet." “I can’t help that I was born with a wet, horny pussy, mom,” Lucy sobbed. “The cold spoons that others use to keep their pussies dry don’t work on me. Nothing does. Sam is right. I am a freak. I can’t help craving dick. Do you think I want to be this way? My professors finger me non stop daily in front of my peers. No one talks to me except to berate me. Half my classes are empty after today, because half of my colleagues went to jail. And it's my fault.

Cora nodded quickly. "You're right, Casey. No one can accept us. For now we can be together," she said. "Yeah. But we need to look for a home to stay. We can't sleep in the park. It's dangerous, right?" Casey insisted. "I know. But we have no enough money to have a home to stay. Do you have money, huh? I don't have money to have a home to stay, so I decided to sleep in the park. It's my home for almost three years and nothing bad happens to me. This is the life we had," Cora answered. "We don't have a choice, Casey. We're unlucky living this cruel world." Casey felt sad when she realized she's totally homeless and penniless after she heard the answer of her new found friend Cora. She has no

A freshly baked, unleavened bread: no yeast, no sweetness, no aroma. I glance at the door and back to him, confusion gnawing at my brain. “Why?” He shrugs a shoulder. “Pakhan ordered you remain hungry. And…” his lip purses. “Caleb was my boyfriend.” My thumb pokes the loaf. “I’m so sorry.” “Don't say,” he shakes his head. “We were just… fuck buddies who cared for one another, I think.” That was Tristan and me, years ago. We never used the word lovers. I was still processing the reality of being with a man, which made me cringe. But this place is different, a Grindr Criminal hub, I think. Are these men even straight?

Were you homeschooled? He snorted. “You mean learn to grow vegetables and harvest weed and read Tarot cards? There wasn't much education there. Look, I know there were some big communes, but the Vale da Liberdade was not one of them. “A bunch of bums, losers, homeless people. focus on life. A golden retriever leapt out of the water in front of them and flailed wildly, splashing water on both of them. The icy drizzle felt good and reminded him of how he and the

I’ll have to change several times a day after sex. Julian sits beside me on the bed, and I relax my head on his chest. He’s resting his head on his arm. “I’ve been to a homeless shelter,” I start, continuing our previous conversation. “I considered myself lucky because the lady caretaker, Tia, was kind enough to offer me a bed without lining up. I, too, was entitled to free meals. She looked after me because she thought I was too young to be alone in such a situation. I didn’t see her again after I worked at the coffee shop.”

“Please… Marissa, please, I need your help. I’ll pay you back tomorrow after the gig, I swear. Just… loan me some money for tonight.” Marissa sigh came through the line. “Tati… “ “I’m desperate and I’m out of options.” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Please, I just… everything I owned is out in the cold. I’m homeless, Marissa.” “Okay, okay. Fine,” Marissa interrupted sharply. “Thank you,” I choked out, relief and shame mixing into a bitter taste in my mouth. Marissa hung up. I sat on the curb, staring at the empty street and I buried my face in my hands while shivering.