Real Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

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

“Fantasy? I imagine a guy taking me at work, in the office bathroom. He pins me against the sink, hikes up my skirt, and shoves his fingers into my wet pussy, fingering me hard while I bite my arm to keep from screaming. Then he fucks me from behind, slapping my ass while I cum. No condom, filling me with cum until it drips down my legs. Fuck, Marcos, I’m going crazy just talking about it.” They laughed together now—dirty, loaded laughs—their bodies inching closer on the filthy floor. The air was thick with lust, the smell of sweat and arousal mingling like a forbidden perfume. Marcos told another story, about a fuck in a dark alley, pounding a chick against the wall while it rained, water m

Tracy cut him off sheepishly, just as eager to get fucked, the taboo of the dick she craved being her daddy's only making her shameless cunt wetter. Dean's eyes darkened with the desire he'd suppressed for years. When he saw her in that alleyway, alone and fearless in that tight, little red dress, something inside him snapped. He wanted to fuck her senseless. Her daddy couldn't say that to her though. He'd lose his marriage, his little girl, his respectable life. His reputation as a doctor. So at the last second, he grabbed her and pretended to be a mugger, desperate to kill the urges inside him.

So she loved pushing him, knowing there was nothing he could do, but so, so many things he would do if he ever got his hands on her. This was fantasy, she reminded herself. Naughty, but not explicitly forbidden, although only because the employee handbook hadn’t been updated since 1960. She knew better than to take on one of the hotshots in real life, because the real-life Big Bear Rogues lived up to their name—big, rough, sensual men who would take no prisoners in bed. She didn’t need or want that kind of intensity on a permanent basis.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

Sam walked up to me,but I couldn't concentrate because I felt so vulnerable. Dad's eyes were fixed on us,on what Sam was trying to do and I felt the ground open. “We can't do this is front of them, it's __” Sam dropped my dress and immediately,I was standing stark naked in front of them. I swallowed hard as I looked away. “Look at them.” Sam ordered and instantly,I turned to look at them. My nipples were hard as pebbles and I felt my pussy becoming slicker. “This is heavenly.” Sam whispered, taking one nipple into his mouth.

"And I told him that the two of you were the top interns and deserved it the most." Both of your girlfriends rolled their eyes and gave you little shoves, assuring you that you were their equal. Then Gemma added a 'Probably' with a smirk, and Sabrina said 'Kind of' and stuck out her tongue. **** "OK," Sabrina said. "So there's this T*****r account." "Because all really good stories start like that," you said.

Kate said sharply, taking a swig of her bear. "Of course I will," Jerry replied, whipping out a pack of cards from his pockets. "Truth or Fuck, is truth or dare, but the naughty kind. There are penalty cards if you lie or refuse to perform a dare." "Oh that's a relief," Tally muttered. Layla laughed. "I doubt you'd think that when we start playing. The cards are full of kinky shit." "They're not so bad, though," Lincoln chipped in, trying to breathe even. He was getting incredibly turned on, with his head so close to Layla's inner thighs, and her full heaving tits rising and falling just above him.