Sexual Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

I have a class to attend. ‎I scurried out of bed and dashed into the bathroom to take a shower. ‎I know what we just did is forbidden and a taboo, but I don't feel guilty for it. Not one bit. In fact, I so much loved it. Who would regret having hot sex with a guy who has a big dick and knows how to fuck very well? ‎**Author's note** ‎Are they going to keep doing it till their parents come back? ‎Let's keep going.

On a side table, rows of red candles sat beside bottles of oil and lube. "What the hell?" Emma gasped. She never imagined Romero would be such a freak. She imagined him bringing sexy girls into this secret playground. Yes, he was rich enough to get girls who shared similar sexual kinks. She thought about how he would make their bodies coil with a mix of pleasure and pain... Images of Romero doing freaky things with baddies filled Emma's mind. A rush of heat flooded her body. Her nipples stiffened against her lace bra. It rubbed against the fabric. A warm, throbbing sensation bloomed between her thighs. Her pussy grew slick. The sudden wetness made her press her legs together.

“Fuck the sin into me. I want your cum leaking out of me during Mass tomorrow.” He snarled and leaned down, biting my nipple through the lace bra before ripping it off completely. His mouth latched onto my tit, sucking hard while he railed me. One hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my vision blur at the edges. “Look at the cross,” he growled again, hips snapping faster. “See what I’m sacrificing for this pussy.” I stared up at the crucifix, moaning louder as he destroyed me. The taboo of it—the sacrilege—made everything more intense. My pussy clenched around his cock, milking him.

My cunt was swollen, raw, and completely filled, the thick, white fluid slowly dripping out onto the dark wood. The woman looked up at me, a wicked, hungry smile touching her lips. Then, she leaned down and buried her face straight between my thighs, her flat tongue lapping heavily over my filled, hyper-sensitive center. The shock of her warm tongue hitting my hyper-sensitive flesh made my entire lower body jerk. I let out a loud, broken cry, my hips lifting completely off the desk as she swiped flat and heavy across my swollen opening. She didn't mind the mess at all; she drank it in, lapping up the thick, white fluid the Beta had left deep inside me, cleaning my skin with a fierce, hungry

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

“That’s blasphemy.” He just grinned. “Nah, it’s honesty. Everyone calls me the bad guy. But I see you, Mirabel. I see what’s underneath that habit.” Then, God help me... he casually palmed his crotch and rubbed himself through those tight jeans. My eyes dropped before I could stop them. He was… hard. And my panties? Instantly soaked. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to calm the heat rising in me. I looked away, my face was on fire.

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

And the next hour was filled with a deep conversation. Tom admitted he didn’t know if he was bisexual or not. He’d never acted on anything like this before, but he’d had fantasies of watching Janice get fucked by other men. He’d buried them deep because he was terffied she’d think he was weak or sick…or even worse…a pervert. Remembering all the nasty smut she reads, Janice could only smile internally, telling him to never feel ashamed of his sexual fantasies or kink. It was normal and he could have trusted her over these years so they could talk about it.

Scenes where she called him her husband and begged to be used. In her stories, he had a name. Caleb. She whispered it while touching herself under the covers, her thighs slick and trembling as her fingers moved in rhythm with the words she’d written. She told herself it was harmless. That lots of people fantasized. That it was better this way. Safer. He didn’t know. He’d never know. Until the night they crossed paths at the corner store. It was raining. Mira’s hoodie clung to her neck, and her flip-flops slapped wet against the tile floor of the tiny market. She grabbed a can of soup, a bottle of wine, and turned toward the register—and froze.

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.. *************