Relatos Sin Tabues Novels & Stories

“I fornicated with a man, Father. I fornicated and I wanted it so badly. Now, I keep having unclean thoughts about another man. One who is already taken and off limits. But when I try to stop… I’m hopeless. I keep imagining having intercourse with him and touching him and him touching me, and, and I can’t stop.” I paused, realizing how freeing it had been to say that. The thought that I’d shared my darkest secrets with the man I had a crush on excited me. I inhaled deeply and felt tingling in all the right places. Then I did something I never imagined I’d be brave enough to do. I slipped my hand between my thighs, rubbing my fingers across my wet, swollen slit, the Father right next to me wi

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

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.

“We raised her for God! And you...” Mirabel's dad jabbed a finger in my chest. “...you corA Holy War rupted her. You ruined everything!” Then my dad stood, his tone was colder than ice. “Kyle, the rumors are everywhere. People are saying the Gates heir is screwing nuns for sport. A fetish. Do you have any idea what that does to our name?” Mirabel’s mother’s voice rose, it was cold with hate. “You’ll never be accepted by us, Kyle. You’re filth!”

“A matter, which unfortunately arose from your clinging to Ismail If not, where does all this Matías and Lauren stuff come from? Because it's obvious that it's your story with Al-Murabarak. You remain stuck in the same place, you decide to let go once and for all, and you don't dare” “My novel is beside the point. As for what I have with Aaron, I'm already ready to take the next step. I will have sex with him. I-I just have to look for a moment..." I stammered swallowing thickly. Taboo could be heard emerging from my lips. I wasn't talking about my real self, just that rushed part that pretended to have it all figured out, regarding intimacy. Which was not her concern to listen to, but being

“I need details. I need all of them. Every single thing that happened.” “They’re my stepbrothers!” The word came out louder than I meant it to. “It’s forbidden. It’s wrong on so many levels I can’t even count them all.” “Okay, but you’re not actually related to them by blood. You’re a Moretti, and they’re Sterlings.” Elora pointed out, waving her free hand dismissively. “Technically speaking, there’s nothing illegal about it. It’s just taboo. And honestly, if I lived in a house with those two, I would probably lose my mind trying to resist them.”

“For I have sinned.” His eyes darkened with lust and something almost like pain. “Yes, you have,” he said, sliding back into my mouth. “And so have I.” He began to thrust gently into my mouth, fucking my face with slow, controlled movements. Saliva dripped down my chin as I sucked him eagerly, lost in the taboo of the act. A priest in his rectory using my mouth like a whore. I was soaked between my thighs. My panties were ruined. My nipples ached against my bra.