Relatos Sin Tabues Novels & Stories

The corporate environment only made the forbidden nature of what we were doing infinitely more intoxicating. During the day, we played our parts perfectly. I handed him briefs, scheduled his investor meetings, and greeted his clients. But beneath the professional facade, the air was constantly burning. It was in the lingering, secret glances he threw at me from across the boardroom table while his executives argued over profit margins. It was in the way his eyes would slowly trace the fit of my button-down shirts when he thought I wasn't looking. It was in the deliberate, accidental brushing of our fingers every single time I handed him a folder.

My skin felt so hot and damp, and between my legs was a wet mess, and the ache remained, refusing to fade even though I was now wide awake. Everything about that dream was so wrong, and forbidden. In our tribe, the Devil was the ultimate evil. My mother had raised me with terrifying stories about how he tempted good girls, how he ruined their souls, and how any woman who gave herself to him would bring shame and curses upon her entire family. We burned special herbs at night to keep him away. We were taught to fear even the mention of his name after sunset. If my mother ever found out I was having dreams like this, she would be heartbroken and furious.

I sat on the chair and spread my legs open, I wore a flare skirt with nothing underneath. “Devil, be gone! Begone in the name of God!” he exclaimed, gripping the crucifix. His shoulders rose and fell rapidly, his jaw tight. I leaned back, watching him struggle, a low chuckle escaping me. The tension between us thickened, I spread my legs wider revealing my throbbing clit.” I know you dream of me in your hands father…I see you make stolen glances at me, I notice how sweetly you talk to me. Now come taste how sweet I am.” My fingers stroked the corners of my clit.

The flight back was a descent into a special kind of hell, a pressurized tube of recycled air and unspoken dread. The silence was not the comfortable, shared quiet of two people who knew each other well. It was the heavy, suffocating silence of a battlefield after the fighting has stopped, a silence filled with the ghosts of what had transpired. Emma sat in her business class seat, staring out the window at the endless expanse of clouds, but she wasn’t seeing the sky. She was seeing Mr. Dubois’s face, feeling his hands on her, tasting his cock in her mouth. She was feeling Mr. Carter’s brutal thrusts from behind, hearing his possessive growls, the sound of his voice as he commanded her to co

This story contains incest/taboo sex, and materials of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. The Cruise just began..... Enjoy. >>>> Hello, my name is Shiela, and this part of my life has confused me since it started. I use the word 'started' because it continues through today. I realize that morally it goes against everything we are conditioned to do. I have never been able to tell anyone because I don't want to be judged. I will start with my upbringing.

Fenriz has taught me a few things about the Lycan laws and how they match Werewolf laws; this one is on the top of the taboo list. “The Mate Bond is absolute, and you have defiled it with witchcraft. Breaking The Taboo is punishable by death; you know this, right? By doing this, you have not only lost Carina, but you will lose your life.” I say, then get up, walk towards Fenriz’s desk, and sit on the leather seat next to where he’s standing. He places a hand on my shoulder, and when I tilt my head to look at him, there’s evident pride in his crimson eyes.

"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,"

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How many coincidences need to happen to make you connect the dots? The relationship between Lascivus and Melanie was a hot topic for several months. Tabloids, newspapers, media houses, and every news outlet scoured for the latest information about the duo and strove to be the first to report it. And there was never a shortage of news- you only had to know where to look.