Reality Taboo Novels & Stories

“You’re his—oh god—” “Say it.” He thrust harder, punctuating his words. “Tell them who’s fucking you.” “Jake’s father—” I moaned, shame burning through me, making everything more intense. “My ex’s dad is—*fuck*—” “That’s right.” He leaned over me, chest against my back, mouth hot against my ear. “And you love it, don’t you? How wrong this is. How fucked up. The taboo makes you wetter than anything else ever has.”

“Our realities unmade but we died genuine. That’s the choice we’re asking you to make. Be real and die rather than fake and survive.” My sons are backing away from the army of failed variants. “This is insane,” Adrian says. “They’re asking Mama to guarantee reality’s destruction for philosophical principle.” “We’re asking her to be genuine self instead of Architect’s puppet,” the variants counter. “That’s not insane. That’s liberation.” But I’m looking at forty-seven failed realities represented by the freed variants and I can’t make that choice. “I refuse your offer,” I tell Template #1. “I stay designed. Reality survives. That’s my choice.”

"What are you doing here, damn it?!” "Why are you yelling at me like this?!" Tábata sat on the bed as she covered her chest with the same white sheets. "What's the matter?!” "Tell me that none of this is true, tell me that none of this happened, tell me, damn it!” A tear came from Tábata's eyes, this time she was not pretending, she wasn't even trying, she was really crying because she realized that even if it had happened between them, he wouldn't change his way of thinking, on the contrary, he seemed to regret that.

It was weird after all, so to make sense of such a kink demanded some thought. "It's like I said. The act of doing something taboo. We're playing with fire, but with unwavering love and trust with each other. So it's a fire that we contain. And it's something we're doing together, which is important. As long as we're both involved it's perfectly fine to explore a little. And I can tell you find it pretty fun too. Or exciting perhaps."

She says. I get Taboo, the one about the mother and son incest, and put it in the DVD player. As we watch the sexual tension build between the mother and son in the video, we're matching the sexual tension in our living room. Just sitting next to my mom on the couch, watching a p**n video has made my cock rock solid. I watch mom's nipples pushing against the sheer fabric of her bra, making bumps on her t-shirt. "Why do you like this video, mom?" I ask her, as I adjust my bulge inside my pants.

“Can you to give me my first orgasm, Kai?" He paused, eyes locking onto hers with visible surprise. “Do you really know what you’re asking?” “Yes,” she whispered, clear-headed and aching. “I’m sure.” Kai’s expression darkened with heat. He knew how much dirty things she could do. "If I do this… you won't be able to walk out of here properly afterward.” Lila met his gaze, the forbidden desire thick in the air. “I don’t want to walk out properly.” She took the towel off completely, legs parting slightly. “Please, Kai…” That broke his restraint.

"But that's exactly what makes us keep going. The forbidden, the taboo... and you." The taboo of their age difference, the forbidden intimacy of their relationship, the risk of being discovered—all of it mixed with pleasure, making every moment more intense, more exciting, more impossible to resist. They remained there, entwined, sweaty bodies, warm skin, racing hearts, aware that this total surrender would change everything forever.

My body’s still buzzing from earlier, from his words, my touch. “We both have fantasies we tell each other but hide from the real world,” he adds. “Let’s make each other happy, tick some boxes on that fantasy list.” He’s right, and I hate it. We’re alike, both craving something wild, something secret. But that doesn’t mean it’s safe. What if we meet and it’s a disaster? What if he’s not what I expect—or worse, what if I’m not? I stare at the screen, torn. “I’ll think about it. Goodnight,” I type, shutting it down.

"The thing is, I don't have an issue with Master having sex with his sister or mother, nor do I have any issues having sex with his parents anymore, or Cindy, for that matter. I've accepted it's natural for him to do so. But having sex with my own seems sinful in a way his having sex with his family does not, probably because they are my parents. It doesn't really matter what the law says; we've been raised to believe it's wrong. So I can accept him having sex with his and you with yours, because the law says it's fine, but my own is entirely different somehow, because they're mine." "I know. I liked having sex with Dan and Harry on Memorial Day and Dan since. But thinking about sex with my

“For real.” I looked at him. “You promise?” “I promise.” I nodded even though part of me already didn’t believe it. The craving in my chest didn’t care about promises. It just kept sitting there, waiting for the next time the mask went on and the rope went tight. I lay back on my own bed and stared at the ceiling. Ten thousand dollars. One last stream. And the quiet truth I still didn’t want to say out loud. I wasn’t sure I wanted it to be the last one at all.