Reality Taboo Novels & Stories

It was raw, desperate, and filled with a fury against the gods of the island. ​As the sun began to set, casting long, bloody shadows across the Mediterranean, a shadow fell over them. ​Mrs. Gable stood at the edge of the plot, a tablet in her hand. The silver-owl drones hovered behind her, their lights humming. ​"The data has been collected," Mrs. Gable said, her voice clinical. "The 'Taboo Revelation' phase is complete. Subject reaction: High resilience. Psychological bond: Reinforced." ​She looked down at them with a cold, professional smile.

I thought taboo sex was just a fantasy people staged in p**n, that in reality it could never happen until I was lying in bed against my aunt, and yes, my mother's blood sister, while her husband pushed his cock in my wet, tight pussy. It's how it is; we never believe some things until it happens to us.

A few minutes later, King strolls in and takes his usual seat. “Right, today is debate and discussion. We’re focusing on something called Hyperreality. Who can tell me about it?” I ask and watch them while waiting. “Is it where you’re hyper about reality?” Jessica suggests, and I laugh. “You didn’t read your recommended pages, did you, Jessica?” I ask, and she shakes her head. “Hyperreality is an artificial reality that feels real. It’s all around; nothin’ we see is reality, like Jessica’s lashes,” King jokes, and she glares.

Marc leaned in, burying his face into the side of Julian's neck, biting down firmly as he let out a low, gut-wrenching growl that echoed through the dark room. The three of them moved as a single, chaotic unit, the rhythm fast, heavy, and completely unsparing. Every stroke of touch, every shared kiss between the three of them tore down whatever remaining barriers Julian had held onto from his long, tedious workday. There was no control left, no corporate dignity, no restraint only the raw, unadulterated friction of skin against skin, framed by the cold glass of the high rise window overlooking the silent city below.

There was a moment of tight resistance; she clenched, a sharper gasp escaped her, and then he was inside, fully, buried to the hilt in a heat that seemed to consume him alive. They both froze. The air rushed out of their lungs in a single thud. Her eyes widened, locked on his, capturing the expression of pure ecstasy and pure horror he knew was stamped across his face. It was the final violation of a taboo, and the final fulfillment of a desire. It was the place from which there was no return. And then they began to move.

The word was smooth, but there was an edge to it, like he was peeling back layers of a lie I hadn't even finished telling yet. "Really," I muttered, focusing intensely on a small scuff on my worn shoes. ** “See how calm he is with us, Selena?” Lena’s voice was a purr now, vibrating through my chest. “He’s treating us well. Hiding like this is basically treating him badly. Just let a little bit of our scent out... just a tiny bit.”** “Shut the fuck up, Lena!” I snapped at her mentally, shoving her toward the darkest corner of my mind. “Stay calm. If our scent gets out, I swear I won’t forgive you. Do you want to be hunted? Because that’s how this ends.”

"Oh, baby. How were you supposed to know? I don't like to talk about it much, but I knew eventually, it would have to come out." I pulled back a little bit so I could look him in the eye. "I get it. I really do. Some areas of this are really hard for me because it's so… so taboo and so…so… naughty that I feel like I'm a whore." "But you're not! You're not doing anything wrong,"

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.

(CARLTON’S POV) The devil lurks in the dark, waiting for a piece of me. I didn’t forget to lock the door. I forgot my virtues. Orgasms feel more honorable than morals, master's degrees, and money. It’s the only thing I can’t buy. Three months since Mom married him. Twelve weeks of this nightly ritual. Eighty-six days of hating myself. And it only gets worse. The same cycle of taboo. Kneeling on all fours as he pounds inside me. Pleasure in exchange for his relief.

"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.