Relatos Sin Tabues Novels & Stories

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.

to the door. Then I carefully sat across from him. I noticed him looking me up and down. I squeezed my legs together, fearful that the evidence of my arousal might be coating my inner thighs if I wasn’t careful. At that moment I silently chastised myself. A wave of guilt washed over me. After all, I was here to purge myself of these feelings, not relish in them. The Father finished his phone call and seemed to look me over for a moment before he started. “You’re right on time. Sexual thoughts and masturbation are quite normal, Megan. However, what you described to me seems perhaps an unhealthy interest in sex. Prurient in the most sinful of ways. This can lead to further fornication and pro

I was just scrolling through I*******m when I caught a old gym shot of Leo —shirtless, sweat glistening on those rock-hard abs. My thumb hovered around his abs. Then my mind drifted to a few weeks ago, his bathroom tap had gone haywire. He had barged into my bathroom without permission, and I saw him completely naked as he took his shower. I’d seen everything—his thick dick hanging heavy, the lines of muscle disappearing lower. I’d slammed the door and acted disgusted, but the image had burned into my brain. It haunted me in the shower, late at night when my hand slipped under the covers without thinking, imagining his dick in my tight pussy.

“He’s… not real, right? But I can see him. I’ve heard you sometimes… scream late at night. Moaning, gasping. I thought you were watching something sexual and masturbating, but this… please Can I… touch him?” Lucian looked at me, he got furious and aroused. “You brought her here? Into my world, without my consent??” “She won’t tell anyone Lucian ,” I said quickly, my voice damn shaking. Lucian’s angry face was scary. “Sophie let me explain everything…he’s real here okay?. These books you see are fantasies that make things happen. Whatever sex you read from this erotic series, you would feel it. You want to feel it too?”

"Stepbrother? Oh, yeah, Collins mentioned that. But you guys aren't blood related or anything, right? I mean, no big deal if something happened. He's hot, and you two live together. Stuff like that happens in movies all the time." I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and I reached for a bottle of water on the table to buy time. As I leaned forward, I felt more of his cum shift inside me, leaking out slow, and my pussy clenched hard, sending a jolt of need through me. God, why did talking about him make me so wet? I hated how my body reacted, nipples tightening under the thin bikini top, visible now if she looked close. "Nah, nothing like that," I said, taking a sip. "He's just... Haiden. Always

“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