Pure Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

A sauna, steam room, and elite Jacuzzi lie beyond the glass where Caleb’s little birds draw a bath for their Pakhan, while the rest make the sheets with roses, ribbons, all the things that make up a ‘Virgin Altar,’ ready to be sullied. White sheets, as if they expect me to bleed like a lady. They don't know I’ve been used so thoroughly; there is nothing to defile. If I were a woman, Tristan’s children would’ve been running about the place like worker termites. But that’s the perks of being a man, because two dicks can’t make a baby. “How did the session go?” Caleb asks, placing Bear-skinned footwear at the entrance of the sauna. “I trust that the Pakhan was well pleased. You told me you’ve m

You know, the one that recently came true, in spectacular style. So, here goes: I have always wanted to fuck a bride on her way to her wedding. Despite knowing that the majority of brides these days aren’t exactly pure and innocent, I’ve always really fancied screwing one of them senseless in the back of my limo before dropping her off at her destination, where she’ll commit herself to someone else for the rest of her life. There’s no need to start psychoanalyzing it—I know it’s because it’s taboo, forbidden, corrupt. And therein lies the attraction. And, as I said, for a long time it was just a harmless fantasy that nobody knew about.

Stranded, no rules? Thea laughed, sipping her water. “Wild. You gotta get creative to survive.” Jon raised an eyebrow, sitting beside her. “Creative, huh? Sounds like a story.” Adam grinned. “Let’s just say we kept each other… entertained.” Nate chuckled. “Oh, I bet. Spill it.” Thea leaned back, a familiar sparkle in her eyes. “What happens on a deserted island stays on the island, right?” Jon’s gaze darkened, intrigued. “Not always. I’m into stories like that. Ever try an orgy? Threesomes, foursomes… gets the blood pumping.”

Zack's news of a unique club makes his twin sister curious. When Zack whispers to his twin sister, Zoe, about a clandestine club steeped in taboo pleasures, a forbidden spark ignites her curiosity. The club promises raw, transformative ecstasy, where desires are sculpted and boundaries dissolve. As Zoe immerses herself in its sultry rituals, the line between her and Zack blurs, their sibling bond twisting into something dangerously intimate. In a haze of lust and forbidden connection, they explore a world that molds their deepest urges, claiming each other in ways that defy all norms.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

**Story 5: The Last Train** **Chapter 5** The hours blurred into a nonstop marathon of flesh, cum, and raw depravity. Maya had completely lost count of how many men had used her. Ten? Twelve? More had wandered in from other cars as the night dragged on. The subway car was now thick with the smell of sweat, pussy, and semen. The floor was sticky with it. Her body was a canvas of filth — covered in drying loads, handprints, bite marks, and fresh cum still leaking from her swollen pussy and gaping asshole.

Notwithstanding the apprehensions of stricter control after the RapeLay emergency, after 10 years the worldwide change in disposition brought about a political lack of care once words, for example, 'profane' and 'unreasonable' were united about. The rare sorts of people who actually rambled on with regards to the condition of public moral wellbeing were disregarded up until the moment that a debilitated economy saw the unwinding of prostitution laws and, in the end, the drafting of new guidelines to advance sound and various sex the travel industry across the island country.

Rita sat pressed tightly against me, her breathing already faster. I started steering the conversation. “So boys,” I said, leaning forward so my tits nearly spilled out, “have you ever destroyed a proper Luna before?” The energy at the table changed instantly. Growls rose. They wanted more. I started telling them my sluttiest stories — how I loved being gangfucked, choked, knotted, and pumped full. Rita’s face flushed deep red, but she didn’t stop me. One rogue with silver eyes stared at her. “What about you, Luna? You smell like you haven’t been properly bred in a long time.”

"Tell Marc how much you want this." "God... Marc, please," Julian sobbed out, his hands clawing at the silk sheets beneath them as Leo’s hand established a slow, agonizingly precise rhythm down his body. At the same time, Marc’s lips tracked down Julian’s spine, his tongue leaving a blistering trail of wet heat down to the small of Julian’s back. "Don't stop both of you, don't stop."

“Come on, Lena. When’s the last time you treated yourself? You can’t tell me Caleb is hitting every spot perfectly every single time.” I took a slow sip of wine, buying time to think of a lie. The truth sat heavy on my tongue. Caleb was sweet and attentive. He always made sure to go down on me before we had sex, he always asked if I was close and he always tried so hard to make me feel good. But it never quite landed. His tongue was too soft or too fast, his fingers too careful or off rhythm. I would moan to encourage him, arch into his touch, but inside I felt the frustration building more than release. I had faked more orgasms in the last year than I cared to admit, just to spare his feeli