Real Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

The three women collapsed into a single, writhing mass of sensation. They screamed…a raw, unholy sound that defied the silence of the convent, a collective release of pent-up desire and forbidden sin. Their bodies convulsed, their orgasms hitting them like a tidal wave, waves of pleasure crashing through them, shaking them until they were gasping for air, their skin slicked with sweat and shame and glorious, unrepentant lust. They lay there for a moment in the silence that followed, three women bound by a secret that would stain their souls forever, the Reverend Mother atop the Claire a queen among her subjects, their heartbeats slowing in the dark of the office.

I scream out, but he covers my mouth with his and drowns out my scream with his warm tongue as he kisses me. His teeth graze against my bottom lip and I’m moaning into his hot mouth. There’s an urgency as he moves his lips against mine while keeping his free hand around my throat. An urgency and a rush of hunger that I never knew I needed. And then suddenly he pulls his hand from in between my thighs and breaks our kiss abruptly before sitting back on the bed. My heart sinks again. “I can't. Fuck! I shouldn't have. This is Taboo." He hastily stood, running the other hand which held my throat in his hair. “Let's not do this again Leila." His fists clenched as he stared into my eyes with a gla

Not a question. “Yes.” His gaze sharpened slightly. “What do you know?” “That there are dynamics,” I answered carefully. “Rules. Consent. Boundaries.” I said, visibly leveling my shoulders to feign courage. “Good.” Something approving settled into his voice and that approval woke something deep in me. “But media has ruined the perception of it,” he continued. “People confuse abuse with dominance. They confuse recklessness with submission.” I stayed quiet because suddenly this felt serious. It was not the usual flirting or slow burn office tension, it was something deeper… darker!

He was trying to make him realize the intensity and crucially of the matter. "Forbidden? Taboo? Ohhhh shittt. Zeeeee". Fletcher helplessly slumped his head in his arms. "There is something else too, Fletch"? Alex was getting anxious. "He was just asking me if he loves someone that’s not acceptable in the society what he should do. And I didn’t know he was talking about me. And i told him that even though Love has no boundaries still there are things that are taboo. And not acceptable at any cost. And I don’t know how he took it.

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.

Note this a taboo/Forbidden Romance I have a confession to make. There has only ever been one man I wanted: Logan Lawman. Completely off-limits and twenty-five years my senior Logan. He is a walking demigod, with his broad shoulders and deep voice that makes my toes curl. Oh, and he’s also my Dad’s best buddy. To say that I’m screwed would be an understatement.

My hand slid down his chest slowly, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt, before boldly palming the growing bulge in his pants. Nate sucked in a sharp breath. “I’ve read your books, Nate,” I whispered, my voice husky and desperate as I stroked him through the fabric. “I know you write about girls who beg to be taken. Who want to be used. Fucked. Ruined…. raped!! I read that chapter so many times I lost count… the one where the man takes her even when she pretends to fight. You can’t lie and say you don’t know some girls crave that.”

The wetness between us—lake water mixed with my juices—made obscene little sounds that only I could hear underwater. Pleasure built rapidly. I imagined it was his thick cock I was grinding on instead of his thigh. I pictured him pulling me behind a rock, yanking my bottoms aside, and shoving every inch inside me while Mom napped on the dock. The taboo of it—betraying Mom in such a filthy way—only made me wetter. I rocked faster, tiny ripples spreading across the water’s surface that I prayed she wouldn’t notice.

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.”

“And you loved it. Don’t fucking lie. I was right there. I felt you. I heard you. You came harder than you ever have with just me.” “That’s not the point!” She scrambled off the bed, her legs nearly giving way. Cum trickled down her thigh, a cold, humiliating reminder. She grabbed her discarded bathrobe, wrapping the thin fabric around her soiled skin like armor. “You violated my trust! I was blindfolded, Sam! I didn’t know! You made me a party favor for a bunch of guys whose names I don’t even know!”