Reality Taboo Novels & Stories

They were "Engaging." "We call it 'Reality Plus,'" Smith explained. "It’s a world where you can do anything, as long as it stays within the 'Community Guidelines.' No hunger, no war, no pain. Just a perfect, eternal afternoon. Isn't that better than the 'Nothing' you were looking for?" "It's a lie," I said.

Do you understand? Instantaneously, there was complete and utter silence in the room. I turned around and looked at the water once more until I noticed Cynthia's hand trying to pull the window shut, but I was able to prevent her from doing so. ‘‘No…’’ ‘‘It's cold...,’’ but despite what she said, I shook my head. ‘‘It’s cold so you want to close the window…’’ I said. ‘‘Don’t you know that once you violate the taboo, you will be ten thousand times colder than what you feel now?’’

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

“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

He was fucking me, right here, with my husband three feet away, and he was doing it with a calmness that drove me insane. Every nerve in my body was alight. The risk, the taboo, the sheer wrongness of it, poured gasoline on the fire he’d already lit. My pussy clenched around him, greedily accepting each stroke. I could feel my own arousal coating him, making the slide effortless. He bent his head and mouthed at me so I could read his lips. “You feel that, Jenny?” he mouthed. “That’s what you’ve been missing. That’s a real cock. Tell me you feel it.”

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

“When you get caught on camera doing something completely normal and natural, however embarrassing you find it, never apologize. Never let them make you feel you’ve done something wrong. They’ll imply it just to read ratings and clicks. You can’t let it get into your head.” She held up the tablet again. “Now, pretend you’re looking at someone else. Someone famous that you don’t know. What do you see?” “A human woman standing there smelling wolf perfumes.” “Is that a crime?”

The bathroom was a sanctuary of white marble and polished chrome. It was a space designed for luxury and relaxation, but for Emma, it was about to become a stage. The glass walls of the shower were transparent, a clear barrier that offered no privacy, no escape. She knew he was watching. She could feel his eyes on her, a heavy, palpable presence, even before she stepped under the hot spray.

She slams a vial into the floor and everything surges under us until we all land in what seems to be a dream or something. “What is this? “Memory sharing, so Alpha asshat can see I am not fucking lying.” Tabatha grumbles, her eyes throwing daggers at the stunned and scared Pete.

Chapter 5: The Ultimate Release The confrontation had been building for weeks, the tension between professional boundaries and overwhelming desire finally exploding in Marcus Vale’s private treatment room after closing hours. Ryan stood facing the man who had completely changed his life, heart pounding as the weight of their secret relationship finally crashed down on them. Ryan had fallen deeply for the skilled masseur who had unlocked not just his body but his heart and soul. But the risks were becoming impossible to ignore. Clients were noticing the “special treatment.” Rumors were spreading through the spa. Marcus’s reputation, his business, and Ryan’s own career were all on the line.