Sexstories Taboo Novels & Stories

he started , "have you ever felt what you two did was demeaning? Do you feel okay with sleeping with your own sister? And isn't that wickedness to you too? You might as well tell me your own definition and if you think you weren't using her to satisfy your wild sexual pleasure. Damn! I don't even know what to say but thinking we'll, I knew staying silent isn't better. "I regret my actions, okay, I really do but I still say your way of treating women is extreme and totally wrong, I can't think of anymore terrible things to do to a woman than what you are doing to Gladys now, having those hungry guards devour her sexually could be dangerous and..." I took a pause. I need to be careful about wh

Day after day I sat across from women who told me about rough hands pinning them down, about cocks slamming into their unwilling bodies, about the dark pleasure that came from being completely used. I had always offered comfort and healing. Yet lately my own body betrayed me. My huge DD breasts would ache with a heavy fullness, my nipples hardening into stiff peaks beneath my bra. A slick, shameful heat would build between my thighs whenever I listened to them speak of surrender. I would cross my legs tighter during sessions, biting my lip so hard I almost drew blood, trying to keep the soft sounds of arousal from escaping. What was wrong with me? Why did the tales of abuse ignite this forbi

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

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.

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“And you loved it. Don’t fucking lie. I was right there. I felt you. I heard you. You came harder than you ever have with just me.” “That’s not the point!” She scrambled off the bed, her legs nearly giving way. Cum trickled down her thigh, a cold, humiliating reminder. She grabbed her discarded bathrobe, wrapping the thin fabric around her soiled skin like armor. “You violated my trust! I was blindfolded, Sam! I didn’t know! You made me a party favor for a bunch of guys whose names I don’t even know!”

My mind flashed back to the office, the heavy silence, the scent of his skin, and that terrifying moment when the professional mask finally cracked. "Did he fuck you, girl? Spill every detail right now!" Bridget’s voice dropped to a low, hungry crawl. "Did Professor Tyler finally snap and show you what’s behind that cold, professional suit? I want to know everything. Was he as big as I imagined? Did he make you moan? You haven’t been touched properly since that boy Davis did you dirty two years ago, I know you must have lost your mind when he finally drove into you."

Because I knew what simmered underneath their fake stoicism and cracking restraint… was the same thing that hid beneath mine: A pathetic desire to abandon everything to the heat of lust. But all that went out the window when he started dating Valia, vice captain of the volleyball team. Long flawless legs padded by thick thighs that screamed anything but innocence. She wasn't a slut, but by no means was she innocent. The desperate, broken whimpers leaking through our paper-thin walls made that crystal clear. She was exactly the kind of temptation I had to have my hands on before leaving. “Fuck—” The headboard slammed again. Another thrust. Another muffled curse.

She saw stars. "Cuming! Cuming! God! Yes! Fuuuuucccckkkk!" she howled once he bottomed out, ignoring the burn in her chest. The taboo of being fucked in her parents' house. Knowing Trey was devastated while Ken railed her. Everything only turned Lily on more.