Rough Taboo Novels & Stories

We’re in the lounge, a fire crackling, hot cocoa on the table. Mom’s all smiles, passing out scorecards for a trivia game. Liam’s cool, cracking jokes to keep things light, but Kayden and I are locked in a silent war. Jess is eating it up, winking at me like this is her personal soap opera. At first, the game is just asking questions on movies, history, and other stuff. But when Kayden and I end up on opposing teams, it’s like a switch flips. We’re battling like our lives depend on it. He buzzes in before I can answer, stealing points with that smug grin.

Martin murmured softly, almost dropping his coffee. Sabrina was a 29-year-old prostitute. Her body seemed made to provoke married and single men alike. One meter and seventy centimeters of pure, well-distributed sex appeal. Heavy breasts, the kind that jiggled even when she was just breathing. A slim waist and a round, pert, fleshy backside, the kind that would make any man drool. Her skin was light brown, glistening with sweat from the Minas Gerais heat.

The metal's subtle movements sent jolts straight to her pussy, and she nodded eagerly. "I know it sounds unorthodox, but your mom and I—" Dean began again, sweating blood as his dick throbbed, begging to be let into that young snatch. "Okay, daddy. If you think it'll help," Tracy cut him off sheepishly, just as eager to get fucked, the taboo of the dick she craved being her daddy's only making her shameless cunt wetter.

Heat. Not warmth—heat. It crawled under my skin like fire made flesh. My whole body buzzed, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. The scent filled the room around me like smoke from a candle. Amber light draped the room, soft and gold like sin wrapped in velvet.

He asks, his breathing getting heavier. Zoey nods her head the best she can, moaning. “Yes.” “Are you going to swallow his cum like a good girl?” I ask, thrusting harder. She moans even louder than before. “Mmm, good.” I groan. Trey lets out a deep guttural groan. “Fuck, I’m going to cum.” He growls, pushing her head down all the way. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He groans. “That feels so fucking good.”

She casually drops the bra on the floor, still focusing out the window. '"Taboo?' Really? Where the fuck did you find that word? Incest, Father. We are talking about incest. Having sex with your family." I shift in my chair. Maybe I'm too careful, but I need a clear sign. "Which is also illegal, and for very good reasons."

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

His palms skimmed up the my thighs slowly, like he was mapping them. “You are soft here. Already marked from him.” I didn’t respond. I could feel my pussy breath.One thumb brushed a faint bruise Jonah had left on me last the night . “And here…” his hands slid higher, framing my hips, “Now,this curve. Perfect for holding onto.” He brushed my tummy. Your tummy’s tight when you’re nervous. And these…” he pushed my shirt up, exposing my boobs to the kitchen light. He brushed my sensitive nipples, studying them. “Mmm..” I moaned quietly “This tits must have been under my brother’s mouth. I can still see the faint red from his teeth.”

I leaned in a little closer to Michell and Blake’s eyes went wide. “excuse me,” I said and walked out onto the balcony. The wind is freezing. I should’ve put on a jacket, but the fresh air is clearing my mind and I feel like I can breathe again. Before I heard a noise, I had to breathe and exhale a few times. I turned around to see Blake tripping over the side table by the long sleeper couch that is standing on the balcony. “fuck” He cursed “You ok?” I ask, but he ignores me and down another drink.

“That sounds like a trap.” Lilac smirked. “It’s absolutely a trap. But it’s a fun trap.” I exhaled, rolling my shoulders back. “Fine. Whatever.” I was too wired to sit in silence, too restless to keep letting my thoughts spiral unchecked. Maybe a game—this game—would at least keep me present instead of sinking deeper into my paranoia. Lilac tapped her fingers against her knee. “I’ll start. Let’s see…” She hummed in thought before finally saying, “I once got kicked out of a bar for punching a guy who called my friend a tree-hugging hippie.”