Real Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

"Was it him again? The Lion King?" I let out a long, frustrated groan, leaning my head against the cool glass. "Every night, Bridge. The eyes, the tattoo... he was touching me in places I didn't even know I had. I woke up so wet I had to change the sheets. It’s getting ridiculous."

“She’s been pretending to be all shy and professional, but she’s actually a desperate needy slut who wants a cock other than her fiancée's own.” I nodded frantically, hips bucking against Zara’s hand. There was no point in denying it. “Yes–yes, I’m your whore. Please, Axel… I’ve needed a real cock for so long. Fuck me deep. Stretch me open. I don’t care if it hurts, I just need to be filled. Edge me more if you want, deny me, tie me up, clamp my nipplesb– anything – but please give me your cock. I’ll cry for it. I’ll beg on my knees. Just let me cum around your thick dick while Zara sits on my face again.”

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.

Your body does not lie. I pressed my hands over my ears, trying to block out his words, but they echoed in my head anyway. I spent the rest of the day hiding in my room. I avoided him completely, eating lunch and dinner alone and pretending to watch shows on my laptop. Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered how his fingers had felt inside me. The way my body had exploded with pleasure. The intensity of that first real orgasm kept replaying in my mind, making me wet all over again.

Ana’s laughter rang out, and she wrapped an arm around Tashir’s shoulders. “Summer, there are so many stories I can tell you about this one and her promiscuous ways, stories that would make a nun break her vows to have a little taste of Tashir’s sex life.” She turned to Tashir, her arm still draped affectionately around her shoulder. “But what happens on our girls’ trips stays on our girls’ trips. Right, Tabs?” “Oh, please,” Tashir scoffed. “Just remember, I have stories about you, too, and they would put my shit to shame.”

“Can we please talk about something else?” I groaned as Jake went on to another story about me. “I think that the last story about me running naked through the high school is enough.” I stated, going to grab myself another beer from the fridge. “Isn’t this what families do? Tell embarrassing stories about each other in front of their significant others?” Jake laughed, taking the beer I handed him. “You should have heard the stories Amalia’s parents told me. Skinny dipping in the neighbor’s pool was one of my favorites!”

In many Eskimo communities, it is the height of hospitality for a man to offer his wife to a guest. Manuela Cole and her cousin, Marika, appear to be two average middle-class Americans. Yet the two of them indulge in behavior that many others would consider abnormal; indeed, the two of them commit what, in many societies, is among the oldest taboos known to man. But who is to say whether either or both are normal or perverse? A novel of major interest to any who hope to find and define their own standards of correct behavior. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.

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.