Pure Taboo Homeless Novels & Stories

The alcohol was making her feel warm and reckless, and she didn't want to hold back. She reached out slowly and placed her hand on his thigh, her fingers circling the spot as she held his gaze. “I don’t want to be one tonight,” she whispered. Shaun's eyes dropped to her fingers briefly before landing back on her face, his expression unreadable. "Then don't be," He leaned even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. Kiara didn't blink. "Mr Blackwood, fuck me." Shaun stared at her for a long moment, his jaw clenching as he processed her words. Without breaking eye contact, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and dropped some cash on the counter.

Red finished. "Me too. I . . . I'm just glad I could be there for him." "You are too wonderful," Red said. "Do you think he was telling the truth? About those men?" "Yeah. I mean, sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction, ya know? And sometimes . . . sometimes the people that see the most are the ones most people don't care about enough to hide from. You could probably get someone to go to some homeless shelters and shantytowns. Homeless people have their own territories and stuff, and there's a lot of drug addiction. If these guys are peddling something so they can feed this 'dark thing,' they . . . what?"

She casually drops the bra on the floor, still focusing out the window. '"Taboo?' Really? Where the fuck did you find that word? Incest, Father. We are talking about incest. Having sex with your family." I shift in my chair. Maybe I'm too careful, but I need a clear sign. "Which is also illegal, and for very good reasons."

"Security!" "We don't need security," Jessica adds smugly. "They're leaving." "You're really going to throw us out?" I ask incredulously. "Without even giving us a chance?" "A chance to what?" Mrs. Whitmore actually laughs cruely. "Sweetheart, I can spot a broke person from a mile away. You and your homeless friend can take your poverty act somewhere else. This is a place for real customers, not charity cases playing dress-up." The words hit like a slap.

Rehab said to Delis with tears. While Delis kept silent for some seconds, although he loves Rehab a lot. And hate seeing her with tears, so he was trying to consider her. "You made an important statement, you said that you will never allow me to be homeless" "What do you mean by that? I mean how would you do that?" Delis asked. "I still have a house, I mean my mother still has a house" "So maybe we will stay there till we can be able to cope with ourselves again," Rehab said.

He lost his balanced and fell backward, he sat down on the floor and didn’t bother standing up. “What am I gonna do with you.” “What if there a ghost here or something. Or what if I wake up in the morning and I saw another blind somebody.” “It would be perfect won’t it?” He gestured. “Everything would be complete. The homeless, the blind , the dumb and maybe a deaf someone. We could just turn the house into...” “Are you always saying nonsense Dixon.” “Ms. Teresa.”

Everyone doubted the real reason behind her allowing us to conduct this experiment, the rogue she has chosen, a young one, a pup of our age, has only been rogue for a couple of years now. Where would a normal teenage human hide when they are homeless, where would they hide? This rogue was similar to a young human who was kicked out of her place. She'd stay close to the last place she's been through, our instinct would say to mark the territory and keep it as ours, the abandoned buildings in the human district. A human teenager would hide there, as would a rogue who'd claim an abandoned place as theirs.

Like I wasn’t just on a plane earlier today. The gay auctioneer gasped and the disgust in his eyes was quickly replaced with concern. “Oh, my dear! You’re too beautiful to be a beggar! Are you homeless?” I sniffed and nodded. I don’t really look like a beggar with my ivory pale skin but I’m glad he took the bait. “P-Please…I was fired from my job a-and,” I paused to let a tear trickle down my right cheek, “I don’t have a place t-to stay anymore and—“

Kai groaned and thrust deep one last time. Hot cum flooded inside Lucas, filling him until it leaked down his thighs. Kai kept moving through it, milking every drop. They stayed pressed together, breathing hard. Kai kissed the back of his neck, still buried deep. "Welcome to our new home, stepbro," he said quietly. "This is just night one."

I muttered, rubbing my temple. When I finally steadied myself, I started toward the nearest street corner. People saw me coming and immediately moved aside — stepping into the rain rather than share the sidewalk with me. "Oh, right," I said under my breath. "Forgot. I'm The Freak." That's how far I'd fallen. The man who once had a home — a wife, children, and a life filled with warmth and laughter — now sent strangers scattering like pigeons. I couldn't blame them. I hadn't bathed in… what, two years now? Maybe three? It didn't matter. I couldn't die, so no bacteria or disease could touch me. What was the point of staying clean when time itself couldn't wash you away?