Sexstories Taboo Novels & Stories

But the first sentence hit like a punch to the gut: “He wasn’t supposed to touch her, but he wanted to. And when she leaned back on his desk and spread her legs, he forgot what ‘supposed to’ meant.” I was still at my desk. Lights low. Office quiet. Campus dead after 8 p.m. I told myself I’d skim it. Instead, I read every word. It wasn’t just erotica. It was a confession. A blueprint. A loaded gun with my name on the trigger. Because I knew exactly who the story was about.

I buried my face against his shoulder as pleasure crested sharp and overwhelming. He followed with a low, steady groan, holding me firmly through it. Afterward, we didn’t rush apart. He stayed. Tracing idle patterns along my back. “You’re thinking,” he said. “I am.” “Regretting?” “No.” I turned my head to look at him. “That’s the inconvenient part.” He smiled slightly. “I told you. Not casual.” Here’s the truth: It wasn’t taboo in the scandalous sense. It was taboo because it was intentional.

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg

We are just sexually compatible. "So, you both like sex. Is she a good fuck?" He looked at me and said, "I thought she was. Until now." He leaned against the edge of the counter. "I was serious when I said I've never felt anything close to what I'm feeling with you." He shrugged. "I suppose some of it is the taboo nature of our actions." "The forbidden," I said. Yes, that does make it more intriguing, but it isn't forbidden in my mind."

In many Eskimo communities, it is the height of hospitality for a man to offer his wife to a guest. Manuela Cole and her cousin, Marika, appear to be two average middle-class Americans. Yet the two of them indulge in behavior that many others would consider abnormal; indeed, the two of them commit what, in many societies, is among the oldest taboos known to man. But who is to say whether either or both are normal or perverse? A novel of major interest to any who hope to find and define their own standards of correct behavior. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.

"Is that really all she is to you?" "To be completely honest with you, Hillian, I cannot even bring myself to sleep with her," my father confessed, stepping closer and lowering his tone like he was sharing a secret. "She is gorgeous to look at, yes, but I am simply not sexually attracted to her at all. She fulfills her duties as the lady of the house, and I give her an unlimited credit card. It is a business transaction." A surge of strange, conflicting emotions churned deep in my chest. I felt disgust at his callousness, but deep down, a dark, dangerous sense of relief washed over me.

“That call… was it one of your women? The way you talked to her… it made me ache again. Is that bad?” I sighed, rubbing my neck. “Lara, we need to talk about earlier. What we did… it was wrong. I’m your uncle. This can’t keep going.” She sat up slowly, letting the shirt slip just enough to tease. Her full breasts pressed against the thin fabric, nipples visible. “I know it’s wrong. Everyone would say it’s wrong. But it shouldn’t be an issue that I want you to teach me. I trust you more than any guy out there. Those boys at school? They’d fumble and laugh. You make me feel safe… and so wet. Like in the books I read. The heroines always give in to the one man who knows how to handle them. I wa

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest. Tonight’s confession is soaked in taboo — a stepsister hiding a very lucrative secret, and the stepbrother who discovers it… then decides to claim full control. This one is dark, twisted, and deliciously wrong. Here is the confession of “Stepsister’s Secret.” --- **Story 12: Stepsister’s Secret** **Chapter 1**

Then he discovered her fanfictions: wild, smutty, and detailed enough to keep him hard for days. Finding her suddenly in his private spa had been surreal. He'd stepped in just wanting to give her an unforgettable experience as thanks… but things escalated fast. She was bold, naughty, and shockingly still a virgin. The moment his fingers entered her walls, she was so tight... so wet. He wanted to take her right there and then, but the stakes were too high. At the peak of his career, one scandal with a fan, especially his biggest fanfic writer could destroy everything. Still… he couldn’t resist giving her that orgasm.

Note this a taboo/Forbidden Romance I have a confession to make. There has only ever been one man I wanted: Logan Lawman. Completely off-limits and twenty-five years my senior Logan. He is a walking demigod, with his broad shoulders and deep voice that makes my toes curl. Oh, and he’s also my Dad’s best buddy. To say that I’m screwed would be an understatement.