Sexstories Taboo Novels & Stories

“I’ll give you every style you want me to Ella. Let's give it a try. You can't continue like this forever. Your addiction needs to be conquered. One day your mummy will find out about this life you're living and you wouldn't be proud of it.” “You don't have a different d!ck size. I want a different d!ck size every time.” All that he was saying, wasn't any of my concern. Mother would never find out about my s*x life. I promise that. “Ella, think about this again. She'll eventually find out and that wouldn't be good. Give us a chance and leave this lifestyle alone. Even in class, you can ask me to follow you and zip down, I’ll do it..” he said and for some moment, my heart melted.

Tyler, quieter but built solid with those broad shoulders that tensed up when he got excited, and Alex, the storyteller who could turn any boring moment into something wild with his tales. We kicked off the night with a standard round of Never Have I Ever, sipping shots whenever someone hit a truth we had lived, but after a few cycles and the alcohol hitting harder, Sarah suggested flipping it to what she called the Extreme Edition, where instead of drinking for the things you had done, you stripped off a piece of clothing, and that idea got everyone nodding and grinning because the vibe was already charged with that tipsy flirtation. Clothes started coming off pretty fast after that, shirts

THEME: Dark, Intrusive, Taboo Stranger Encounter. KINKS: Stranger sex, voyeurism, rough dominance, forced orgasm, consensual non-consent sex. I wake up with a start, ... Not even knowing why. My skin tingles and I sit up, noticing that my apartment is quiet. I blink severally, adjusting my eyes to the darkness slowly while I look around nervously. The streetlight outside is throwing pale light across my floor and my room is still they way it was when I went to bed---- nothing looks out of place---- but I can’t shake off the feeling that jolted me awake.

He fucks me until I forget my own name, and then he plays the footage back on his laptop with a glass of scotch in one hand and my hair in the other. And when I ask him why? He just says, “In case she comes back. In case she needs to see what happens to the girl who stay.” I don’t wear panties anymore. I’m not allowed. Not to bed. Not to the grocery store. Not even to those fancy hotels he takes me to every weekend. I sit across from him at candlelit tables, dripping wet under the dress he picked, and when the waiter turns away and I gasp because his fingers are already pushing inside me again, he just smirks and says, “Keep quiet, kitten. Or I’ll make you stand up and show them how well you

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults. ✴️✴️ The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back. Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.

She chuckles, shaking her head. The sight of her putting her makeup on and getting dressed does nothing to relieve the tension in my cock and as soon as she leaves I retrieve the shoebox from the closet shelf. Inside I find, not only some DVDs, but also mom's vibrator and a large dildo. Damn, I wonder if mom meant for me to see these. There are three DVDs in the box; Sorority Sex Kittens, 5 Rooms and Taboo. Just from the covers, the first two look hot. My cock is still hard from watching my mom, so I only see about 15 minutes of the first DVD before I shoot my load. I scan through the rest of that DVD as well as the second one, trying to figure out what mom likes. The first two have a lot of

Isabella inquired. She wanted to know that she wouldn’t be arrested for what she was about to say because despite not being a law student, she was unaware if sleeping with one’s stepfather was a punishable crime. ‘Besides, all I know is that sleeping with one’s stepfather is considered a taboo and not right in any way.’ Isabella mused inwardly. Doctor Aubrey noticed the worried look on Isabella’s face and tried to calm her with a warm smile.

I opt to leave them on because I’m already leaking precum and there’s a naked woman in front of me that I’m not sure I should fuck. She gets on her knees and begins to crawl to the end of the bed towards me and I take a step back, shaking my head when she reaches for the waistband of my briefs. “I love your body,” she sighs as she drags her gaze all over me lasciviously. “If you like it now, you should have seen it when I was in the league.” She drags her index finger sexily across her lip. “I wasn’t legal when you were in the league.”

The wine had me flushed and bold, my pussy tingling with that slow, forbidden ache I’d been ignoring for months. Sarah moved like she owned every inch of the room. At forty-two, she was fucking stunning—voluptuous in all the right ways. Her deep crimson silk robe clung to her heavy, full breasts, the deep cleavage on full display as the tie loosened with every step. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, flashing smooth tanned skin and the occasional glimpse of her bare pussy when she shifted. No panties. I knew because I’d caught the flash earlier in the kitchen. Her long auburn hair spilled down her back, and those full, wine-red lips curved into a knowing smile as she caught me staring.

Rita sat pressed tightly against me, her breathing already faster. I started steering the conversation. “So boys,” I said, leaning forward so my tits nearly spilled out, “have you ever destroyed a proper Luna before?” The energy at the table changed instantly. Growls rose. They wanted more. I started telling them my sluttiest stories — how I loved being gangfucked, choked, knotted, and pumped full. Rita’s face flushed deep red, but she didn’t stop me. One rogue with silver eyes stared at her. “What about you, Luna? You smell like you haven’t been properly bred in a long time.”