Relatos Sin Tabues Novels & Stories

That big, heavy length strained against the thin, soaked fabric, the outline shameless—thick and long, the head of it swelling, the curve obscene, the ridge around the crown pronounced like a dirty promise. Even through the wet cling of the material, I could see it. The full weight. The kind of cock that would ruin you, rearrange you, split you so deep you’d feel it in your throat. “Dad… you’re here early,” Julia said with a small smile. I didn’t miss the flicker in her voice. Sometimes, I wonder if she ever thinks about him the way I do—though she’d never admit it. But taboos? They only matter if you’ve never tasted them.

She replied 'I must be enjoying it, I nearly came just now. Once the best parts of the film ended, I entered her and we fucked for a short while before we both had strong orgasms. She said that was only the second time in her life that she had seen a pornographic film. Apparently the first time had involved a similar kind of flick, of a black man having lustful intercourse with a white woman and, coincidentally, with the same kind of hypnotic beat and a 'taboo' sort of atmosphere. But, it was hard getting details out of her in that film, as if it were something she just didn't want to talk about or 'couldn't remember'.

He stared down at Clara, still kneeling there — face flushed, lips parted, chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the sweat-soaked habit. “Lift your habit, Sister. Now. Show your priest what that sinful pussy is hiding.” Clara obeyed instantly, her fingers trembling with excitement. She grabbed the hem of the black habit and slowly raised it to her waist, exposing her thick, shapely legs, her fair skin glistening with sweat. She wasn’t wearing panties — she never did anymore when she came to confess. Her shaved pussy appeared in all its obscene glory: the outer lips swollen and deep red, parted, shining with the abundance of honey dripping from her. Her clit was prominently swollen and har

BOOK 1: THE SHEPHERD'S SIN SYNOPSIS: "Some sins are too delicious to confess. Enter at your own risk. Once you cross the line, there is no going back.” Step into a world where the lines between pleasure and pain are blurred, and the word 'forbidden' is merely an invitation. The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire.

Every thrust made my body shake. His heavy balls slapped against my clit. My juices ran down my thighs. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back while fucking me. His other hand reached around and rubbed my clit fast. “You like that?” he growled in my ear. “You like your stepbrother’s cock stretching this pussy?” “Yes… fuck yes,” I moaned. The taboo words made me even wetter. He fucked me faster. The kitchen filled with the sound of his skin slapping against mine and my loud, shameless moans.

My arms trembling beside me as I waited for what came next. But he didn’t get up. He didn’t even move. He just stared. And then he said the filthiest, most terrifying, most delicious thing I had ever heard. “Today’s lesson is control.” My breath hitched. “Control?” He nodded once. “You’ll learn how to cum without a sound.” My eyes widened. “Wait, what..

His fingers rubbed her clit in slow circles, spreading her wetness, It felt so good she had to bite her lip to stop from moaning loud. The movie kept playing loud wet sounds, bodies slapping together,Damon's finger slipped inside her tight hole, then two fingers, stretching her gently. "This tight virgin pussy is dripping for your cousin," he whispered. "Blood family,doesn't that make it hotter? Knowing how wrong it is?" Lily's head fell back against the couch,she grabbed his arm, hips moving on their own against his hand and the taboo words hit deep. He was her older cousin, same blood running in their veins, It should feel disgusting, but instead it made her burn hotter. "Damon... we can't

Misa's POV “I want her first. I’ll make her cry on my cock while her boyfriend sleeps down the hall.” The words kept oribiting my mind. My cheeks burned in the darkness of the guest room. Cody was snoring softly beside me, completely oblivious, one arm draped lazily over my waist. I felt guilty for how wet I still was, my thighs pressing together under the sheets as I replayed the uncles’ crude conversation. By morning, I told myself it was just a one-time thing. They’d been drinking. It was just dirty talk. I’d avoid being alone with them and everything would be fine.