Relatos Sin Tabues Novels & Stories

Inez, who risked everything for her family. Juno, who found love in the strangest way possible. And me. The unbreakable hole. The man who thought he was broken forever… but maybe, just maybe, was starting to heal. And his healer was a rival –a truly intriguing love story. And I was in for it. With him. Epstein walked over to us, holding three thick contracts. “Welcome to the family, freaks,” he said with a grin. “The world isn’t ready for what we’re about to create.”

I buried my face against his shoulder as pleasure crested sharp and overwhelming. He followed with a low, steady groan, holding me firmly through it. Afterward, we didn’t rush apart. He stayed. Tracing idle patterns along my back. “You’re thinking,” he said. “I am.” “Regretting?” “No.” I turned my head to look at him. “That’s the inconvenient part.” He smiled slightly. “I told you. Not casual.” Here’s the truth: It wasn’t taboo in the scandalous sense. It was taboo because it was intentional.

The confession screen is the only reason I feel safe enough to spill the secret that’s been eating at me. It made Father Callahan’s figure on the other side just a mere shadow. “...and then we did it, father.” I choked out, squeezing my eyes shut. “We…we had sex. I know it’s a mortal sin, Father. And I feel so dirty.” Clenching my fist tight, I waited for scriptures to be hurled at me and the threat of hellfire.

I bite my lip, typing fast. “Just a T-shirt, riding up. Black lace panties, super tight. You will definitely like it and it will drive you crazy.” His reply pops up quickly, making my stomach flip. “Fuck, I can picture you on that bed. Should I tell you something nasty?” “Go for it,” I type, my heart picking up. “If I were with you, I would grab your boobs, slow at first, feeling you up. Then I will slide my hand down, beneath your panties, rubbing your clits and fingering your pussy till you’re shaking.”

Rita sat pressed tightly against me, her breathing already faster. I started steering the conversation. “So boys,” I said, leaning forward so my tits nearly spilled out, “have you ever destroyed a proper Luna before?” The energy at the table changed instantly. Growls rose. They wanted more. I started telling them my sluttiest stories — how I loved being gangfucked, choked, knotted, and pumped full. Rita’s face flushed deep red, but she didn’t stop me. One rogue with silver eyes stared at her. “What about you, Luna? You smell like you haven’t been properly bred in a long time.”

“This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else… including any normal life next door. You’re my dirty little secret now.” I slipped back home leaking and addicted, knowing I’d be back tomorrow. The next few days became a dangerous game. Tyler fucked me in his garage while Lauren was at yoga. He fingered me under the table during a neighborhood potluck. Once, he pulled me into his bathroom while Lauren was in the shower and made me ride him on the toilet, hand over my mouth the entire time. Each time he filled me. Each time he told me I was his. But the real risk came on Friday night.

⸻ I didn’t cry. Not at first. I just stared into the mirror, my mind a cyclone of every terrible, unspoken thought. What would my mother say? What would his dad say? We weren’t related by blood, but the idea of facing them… telling them… I couldn’t. And then there was Caleb. The last person I wanted to see. The only person I needed to see. I had to tell him. But how? Hey, remember that one night of completely reckless sex we had? Surprise—it had consequences.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

My mind wandered to last night, when I heard his shower running through the thin wall between our houses, imagining him stroking himself under the water, soapy hands sliding over that thick length I had fantasized about for months since moving in next door. My roommate was out with her boyfriend again, leaving me alone with my thoughts, fingering myself in bed while picturing Professor Harlan’s face between my legs, his tongue lapping at my clit until I came hard, biting the pillow to keep quiet. He stopped pacing and leaned against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest, the motion pulling his shirt tight across his pecs. “Let’s discuss Lolita first, the ultimate taboo, an older man obs

His cock was thick, and it looked like it was about to explode. “What the hell are you thinking Sophie! This is your mother's man!” “You know what….” I started, “I was never here” I said and walked briskly towards the freezer, Milk wasn't an option right now, I need water. "Your mum and I.. haven't had sex in four months". Frank said behind me I slammed the fridge shut. Wow, the confession hit me hard. Who wouldn't want to ride that dick all day? I used to think that he had successfully stolen my mum and had her all to himself maybe because he fucks well, but turns out that's not the case.