Rough Taboo Novels & Stories

Isis smiled sheepishly. “Can I get a coke?” she questioned and the corner of his lips quirked. Isis saw the slightest hint of dimples. “Damn girl, you better slow down with that much alcohol.” He teased and Isis couldn’t help but smile. “I know! I have already surpassed the legal definition of intoxication.” She played along and he smiled as he gave her what she ordered. “Enough to let me take you home.” He teased and Isis smiled. “I doubt I will ever be that out of it.” She leaned closer and whisper yelled.

He wants her to eat, so he's paying for it. They ended up sitting next to each other on a bench outside the cafeteria, eating their respective toasts. He finished his and got started on another one, while she's still munching on her first. 'Munching' is too much of a stretch. 'Nibbling' would be a more accurate word to describe the way she eats. Jay doesn't really feel hungry today, just angry that people are trying to get close to her because of her brother. And her asshole of a brother is not showing up to their ritual breakfast today, so she's stuck with his giant friend. Not really stuck, she can get up and leave anytime, but being next to him feels a little safer.

“You just want to check out my butt.” “I’ve been checking out your butt this whole time.” “You’ve been in front of me,” I retort. “That just goes to show how good I am.” Shaking my head, I grab onto a stalk of bamboo and use it to steady myself as I start up the rocky hill. There are little divots in the stone, and I try to keep my feet in them as I move up. My feet slip a few times, and I’m even more glad I wore sensible shoes over sandals. I recover, moving slower yet feeling reassured that Logan is behind me.

Hallelujah! But as the time passed, they were starting to irritate me. And before I could think over my next action, it was already too late, " Ugh...can you two just go look for some dusty old closet to fuck yourselves ?" I slammed my book angrily on the table and glared at both of them. Reece looked amused, while barbie with the brown eyes looked amused and furious. The rest of the class just watched in silence, " How dare-""whatever" I snapped at her and started stuffing my books in my bag and left the class.

I’m going to die. “What am I?” More dangerous this time. More obsessive. “My Taboo step-daddy!” I cry out as cum rips from my cock, painting the sheets, my belly, and his scarred face. “Eat my fucking ass!” And he does. Hard, animalistic. Like cock tearing through a hole. Tristan’s mouth feeds on my ass, tongue lashing my swollen buds, and his teeth—sweet infant satan—those teeth should be banned. “So tight. So—-

I told the noble customer with a smile and left quickly. ~~~~~ I came out of the toilet and started washing my hands properly and I heard the two other salesgirls talking loudly beside me. "You know, last night, Max grabbed me from behind and started fucking me so roughly that I felt like he was going to take out my soul but as always, whenever he fucks me, he does it passionately. Fuck, I already feel myself getting wet again. I can't wait to go back home and make him put his all inches inside me all night long." The girl kept talking so openly without caring that I was present too.

"Weird is sweet, ShaQuan." "It’s forbidden," I countered. "Not just weird. It’s a line you don't cross." "Forbidden is the vibe," she whispered. Her hand reached out, her fingers slowly roaming over my chest, tracing the muscles. "It has to be forbidden for it to feel this good. Think about it."

The metal tray would have been searing. When Axel grabbed it, bare-handed, he hadn’t flinched. He hadn’t jerked back. He’d just… held it. I’d panicked, dragged him to the sink, but when I’d looked at his skin, there was nothing. No red mark, no swelling. Just smooth, unblemished skin. Just like the scratches from my nails on the plane. Deep enough to bleed one minute, completely vanished the next. What kind of man heals like that? Was I just imagining things? Was the stress making me see what wasn’t there?

I stepped on my shoe lace I couldn't get hold of my self. I am supposed to land my self on the floor right but something happened, he held me, while turning back we fell unto the bed with our lips on each other's my eyes opened wide all I could see, is his intensed feeling my heart beats increased I to a faster beat for over 2 minutes I couldn't stand up I finally realized I'm still on his body I rose up running out. " Thank you" that all I could say after closing the door. " Why does his abs seem to have the same texture like that of the stranger or am I hallucinating.

Laura was positioned on her knees in the center of the sofa, her legs trembling with anticipation, her perky ass slightly arched backward, exposing her shaved pussy still dripping hot juices that ran down her inner thighs, leaving sticky trails on her tanned skin, her clenching asshole throbbing with the memory of the preliminary touches.