Sexstories Taboo Novels & Stories

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.

Our bodies said everything. “I love you,” Frank said suddenly. “Not just this. I love being with you.” My heart swelled. “I love you too,” I whispered. “More than I should.” We talked about our feelings. It was more than sex. We connected deep. He understood me. I made him feel young and alive. The taboo made it stronger. But it also made it scary. The next day we took more risks. Mom went to the store. We had thirty minutes. I sucked him in the kitchen. On the counter. I took him deep while he sat on a chair. Then he bent me over the table and fucked me. We came together fast.

There was no control left, no corporate dignity, no restraint only the raw, unadulterated friction of skin against skin, framed by the cold glass of the high rise window overlooking the silent city below. Julian's breath came in frantic, shallow hitches, his entire body trembling violently under the heavy, relentless pressure of their combined weight and touch. The power dynamic in the room was electric neither Marc nor Leo willing to yield control to the other, with Julian caught right in the center, completely consumed by the relentless storm they created together on the silk sheets. "Stay right here," Leo whispered against Julian's lips, his dark eyes locking onto Julian's blown-out pupil

“This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else… including any normal life next door. You’re my dirty little secret now.” I slipped back home leaking and addicted, knowing I’d be back tomorrow. The next few days became a dangerous game. Tyler fucked me in his garage while Lauren was at yoga. He fingered me under the table during a neighborhood potluck. Once, he pulled me into his bathroom while Lauren was in the shower and made me ride him on the toilet, hand over my mouth the entire time. Each time he filled me. Each time he told me I was his. But the real risk came on Friday night.

I have always been able to trust Sammy. But how can I tell Sammy about how I am changing? How my interest in sex is pushing me beyond the normal limits that people have; how my Onlyfans account was veering further and further away from hers, which is strictly suggestive bathing suit pictures; how, when I masturbate now, which is currently about three times a day, all I can picture is my stepfather's face... my stepfather staring at me, his eyes glazing over with lust, as he cums? A wave of sadness washes over me. My stepfather, whom I love, and who now can't look at me because of the way I've been acting. The things I've done.

“Good girl. Take every drop. Let your womb drink your step-brother’s cum.” He lost control. He fucked me through three screaming orgasms, choking me, slapping my tits, calling me his dirty taboo slut. When he finally came, he roared and pumped what felt like liters of hot cum straight into my womb. So much it overflowed instantly, running down my ass in thick white rivers. “Feel that? That’s me marking you from the inside. No one else will ever have this cunt again.” “I don’t want anyone else… only you. Keep me. Ruin me forever.”

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

A new message from the Super Tipper appeared: “Tomorrow no blindfold at all. Four strangers at once. Full gangbang. She takes every hole. Get her ready. This is the big one.” Chrissy lifted her head just enough to read the screen. Her voice came out small and tired. “Four men… at the same time?” She swallowed hard. But her fingers moved down between her legs and touched the mess leaking out of her. She didn’t say stop. She whispered, “I think I want it.” My stomach twisted. Had I really broken the person I claimed to love all from a stupid blindfold game from the start? The Super Tipper was calling all the shots now.

Antônio groaned loudly, his penetration deep, muscles tensing, feeling every contraction of hers, every sigh, every cry. They continued, exploring every point, every curve, every reaction. The sex became intense, dirty, without limits, mixing pleasure, desire, and the danger of the forbidden. Antônio kissed, bit, provoked, and Dirly surrendered completely, losing herself in the ecstasy, the risk, the taboo that consumed them. When they finally fell exhausted, bodies glued together, breathing heavily, the heat still pulsing, the tension remained. The taboo was still there—the age difference, his role as tutor, the risk of being discovered—everything increased the intensity of their desire and

She replied 'I must be enjoying it, I nearly came just now. Once the best parts of the film ended, I entered her and we fucked for a short while before we both had strong orgasms. She said that was only the second time in her life that she had seen a pornographic film. Apparently the first time had involved a similar kind of flick, of a black man having lustful intercourse with a white woman and, coincidentally, with the same kind of hypnotic beat and a 'taboo' sort of atmosphere. But, it was hard getting details out of her in that film, as if it were something she just didn't want to talk about or 'couldn't remember'.