Relatos Sin Tabues Novels & Stories

He asked in a quiet voice. I opened my mouth feeling uncertain about how to answer him and let out a heavy sigh. “Was it wrong of me for not wanting to? I didn’t mind talking about my past before, but now it feels like those kind of things are heavy topic to tell people about the abuse, my suicide attempt, and also that I was raped.” The words felt so lethal coming out of my mouth. “It feels like it’s taboo. If it wasn’t about the things that Chris had done to me then it’s about my depression and the fear from people thinking that I might want to commit suicide again. No one would want to hear something like that and to act normal like I wasn’t affected by any of it. I don’t want them to ch

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.