Sexstories Taboo Novels & Stories

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—-

Aria cried out, her fingers digging into his hair, pulling him closer. The sound of the kitchen was filled with the wet, rhythmic slurping of his tongue. I watched the way her body bucked, her heels drumming against the cabinets. It was sick. It was twisted. It was the most inappropriate thing I had ever seen in my life. And yet... I couldn't look away. A dark, heavy heat began to coil in my gut. My pulse was racing in my ears, a thick, steady thrum. Despite the horror of it, there was something incredibly wicked and satisfying about the scene. It was pure, unfiltered taboo.

She asked while we were at it. “Neither.” I said. “I’m straight.” “Any chance you would like to suck my husband's cock?” She asked bluntly with a teasing smirk. “No!” I nearly blurted out, brows pulled in a tight grimace as I was put off by the sheer boldness of her question. Why would she think that of me? Maybe she caught me staring at her husband’s black cock for a second too long, and probably concluded that I’m into stuff like that. But straight dudes do stare and admire each others’ cocks too.

But there’s this secret side of me, another side of me, the one I keep locked away, where I let myself be wild. Tonight, that side’s winning. My phone buzzes, and I grin, grabbing it. The app’s hidden behind a fake calculator icon, my little secret. It’s him, the stranger I’ve been texting for months. On the app, he’s ShadowWolf, and I’m FireVixen. The name’s cheesy, but it fits the vibe—hot, dangerous, no strings. “What are you wearing, FireVixen?” ShadowWolf asks. I glance down at my outfit: an old T-shirt that’s too short, barely covering my black lacy panties. I bite my lip, typing fast.

he continued as he traced lazy circles around her clit…readying her for himself. “Thi—this isn’t rig…” Anna managed to let out. Trying to convince him she didn’t want this even though her face and her wet pussy already gave her away. “Don’t lie to me… I know you want this” he said as he squeezed one of her breasts while tracing kisses from her back up to her neck. Anna wanted to say no so badly. He was right, she wanted it but she knew she shouldn’t. “N—no” anna stuttered. Isaac’s eyes darkened..”no?” He tightened his grip on her breast and twisted her nipples hard enough to remind her her bad she wanted it.

I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write. Mirabel has a lot on her plate, and it’s only going to get crazier from here. What would you do in her shoes? I can't wait to hear your thoughts and see you in the comments. Happy reading!

And once the line is crossed, there will be no turning back. But Gracie’s story is only the beginning. This book unlocks a collection of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one more daring, more dangerous, and more intoxicating than the last. For readers who crave the forbidden, who ache for the edge where desire blurs with darkness, this is your invitation. Enjoy reading.. *************

He was trying to make him realize the intensity and crucially of the matter. "Forbidden? Taboo? Ohhhh shittt. Zeeeee". Fletcher helplessly slumped his head in his arms. "There is something else too, Fletch"? Alex was getting anxious. "He was just asking me if he loves someone that’s not acceptable in the society what he should do. And I didn’t know he was talking about me. And i told him that even though Love has no boundaries still there are things that are taboo. And not acceptable at any cost. And I don’t know how he took it.

“Dripping on the conference table. What a filthy fucking whore you are.” He reached out and ripped her blouse open, buttons flying across the room. He yanked her bra down, freeing her tits, her nipples already hard and begging for his mouth. He didn't touch them. Not yet. “Take the skirt off,” he commanded. “Now.” She lifted her hips and wriggled out of the skirt, tossing it aside. She was completely naked, spread-eagled on the table where the company's most powerful decisions were made. He walked over to the supply cabinet and returned with a thick, black marker. Emma’s eyes widened, a fresh wave of arousal mixed with fear washing over her.