Real Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

“This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else… including any normal life next door. You’re my dirty little secret now.” I slipped back home leaking and addicted, knowing I’d be back tomorrow. The next few days became a dangerous game. Tyler fucked me in his garage while Lauren was at yoga. He fingered me under the table during a neighborhood potluck. Once, he pulled me into his bathroom while Lauren was in the shower and made me ride him on the toilet, hand over my mouth the entire time. Each time he filled me. Each time he told me I was his. But the real risk came on Friday night.

I was surprised to note that his eyes weren’t probing mine for answers and his voice only held concern. “What’s there to talk about?” my voice had not come out as strong as I’d have wanted it to, but it had not cracked, and that was all that mattered to me at the moment. “The rogues, Cole,” he shrugged nonchalantly, his posture deceivingly relaxed, “anything else that might bother you.” My whole body trembled. I could not help it and it infuriated me. Nobody talked to me about those two subjects. They knew it was taboo to me. I might wake up screaming in the middle of the night and cry myself to sleep afterwards but I never breathed a word about it. That was just the way things were –and I l

She chuckles, shaking her head. The sight of her putting her makeup on and getting dressed does nothing to relieve the tension in my cock and as soon as she leaves I retrieve the shoebox from the closet shelf. Inside I find, not only some DVDs, but also mom's vibrator and a large dildo. Damn, I wonder if mom meant for me to see these. There are three DVDs in the box; Sorority Sex Kittens, 5 Rooms and Taboo. Just from the covers, the first two look hot. My cock is still hard from watching my mom, so I only see about 15 minutes of the first DVD before I shoot my load. I scan through the rest of that DVD as well as the second one, trying to figure out what mom likes. The first two have a lot of

They laughed loudly at her feeble protests, their hands roaming all over her naked flesh but ensuring to avoid her pussy mound. Tessa screamed again as her bikini bottoms were pulled down to her knees, her thighs pulled apart and her gaping sex leered at by four huge black men. She lay there struggling weakly as her thighs were held open and each of the drooling men ogled her sex disgustingly. They lifted her and pulled her knees up, taking turns to get a better look at her slit and the pink little ring of her anus. “Nice arse,” one commented. “Wouldn’t mind fucking that I can tell you.”

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…”

Kane stood directly in front of her now, so close she could smell his clean, masculine scent. “Interesting,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You wrote an entire pornographic fantasy about your professor. And then submitted it as coursework.” “I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, mortified. “It was a private document. I must have copied the wrong file.” Kane tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. “Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?”

“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

As we headed down the stairs toward the kitchen, my mind was filled with a storm of thoughts I could barely control. This was wrong on so many levels. Jake was my husband’s brother. He had come to stay for a whole month while my husband was away. I should not have been moaning his name while I touched myself. Yet the ache between my legs refused to fade. I wondered if he had also heard my pleading moans. A part of me felt embarrassed from the thought, but another part felt a dangerous kind of excitement at the idea that he might have heard me begging for him.

I bite my lip, typing fast. “Just a T-shirt, riding up. Black lace panties, super tight. You will definitely like it and it will drive you crazy.” His reply pops up quickly, making my stomach flip. “Fuck, I can picture you on that bed. Should I tell you something nasty?” “Go for it,” I type, my heart picking up. “If I were with you, I would grab your boobs, slow at first, feeling you up. Then I will slide my hand down, beneath your panties, rubbing your clits and fingering your pussy till you’re shaking.”

“I didn’t kill your father, Laila. I know grief makes people desperate for someone to blame, but I’m not the villain here. It was an accident. I was simply at the scene. The police would have arrested me if I was guilty.” He moved even closer until his thighs brushed the edge of my bed. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Laila…” My pussy suddenly clenched hard at the way he said my name—low, rough, almost reverent. Since Dad died, I’d fallen headfirst into the darkest taboo p**n I could find. And now the fantasy was standing right in front of me, hard and conflicted and trying so damn hard to be the good guy. I could imagine how nice it would be to have him trapped in here with me and Mom walk