Sleeping Taboo Novels & Stories

Again, Rob heard the click of the lock. The TV chimed. 'Please shower and shave.' "Are you going to tell me when to shit too?" he asked. 'A protracted activation of your collar could accomplish that. Please shower and shave,' the TV read. Rob gave the TV the finger then did as he was told. His erection was still there. As he showered, he turned away from the cameras and began stroking. The quick shock from the collar told him immediately to stop. 'Masturbation is forbidden,' flashed on the TV.

Theo’s eyes darkened, dropping for the briefest moment to Kai’s mouth before he turned sharply away. “If we are staying together, Ground rules applies,” Theo said, voice tighter now. “I train at dawn. Lights out by ten. I meditate. I don’t do parties. Stay on your side of the bed and we won’t have problems.” “Bed?” Kai’s eyes snapped to the single king-sized mattress. “One bed. You’ve got to be shitting me.” Theo’s jaw flexed. “Apparently the Village is short on furniture too. Welcome to the Olympics.”

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.

“That’s the first thing. Let me finish the rest.” He pushes me back toward the bed, neither rough nor soft. My buttons come undone with clumsy hands, fabric tugged open without care. The room fills with the sounds of my ragged breath and his low chuckle. His finger drags down my throat, over my collarbone, then lower, tracing me like a map he means to keep. “You women always think they want safe,” he murmurs, voice now edged. “They don’t. They want taboo. They want to be owned, to be used until they’re raw. They want someone who will take and laugh and ask for more.”

Pushing the blanket, he looked at his side and scanned the whole room for the lady he banged last night. His brows furrowed and his face turned into a frown as he couldn't see any sign of her. All he saw was the red blood stains on the sheet, a mark of what went down last night. However, he felt refreshed and rejuvenated from f**g a virgin last night. He sighs as he looks at his wrist watch. It was seven thirty. He had been a deep sleeper that he didn't notice when she left his side. "Fanculo! (F**k!)"

I'm great. We lay in each other's arms for a while before I suggested we get up and watch the telly. I watched Sienna put on her underwear before she threw on the shirt that I had worn earlier, and I've honestly never seen anything sexier in my life. I dressed quickly, and we curled up in front of N*****x, watching some shitty rom-com with a table in front of us with drinks and snacks and her curled up in my arms, and I couldn't remember the last time I felt this free. I knew I should check my phone as Jace would probably be going crazy not hearing from me since I walked out of the house this morning, but I couldn't care less.

Lauren–the girl who slept next to me had more bad news to give me this morning. "I knew you couldn't sleep. Everyone hardly does most times especially if it's their first time here. The screams or cries of your fellow woman manhandled by those beats. Though there are a few nights that we hear nothing, it is silent. Such nights tell you that the man or men who came to pay for sex weren't abusive or acting beastly. As I said, those kinds were rare to come by." " What happened to Tabitha and who was she?" I had to ask, lowering my voice since there were others in the room, others were still sleeping. I and been curious since yesterday. I wanted to know what exactly happened to her.

“It’s super late. I’m going to bed and you have to study.” I waved her goodnight as she disappeared into her room, but made no move for the textbook. I was now more curious than ever. What kinds of things went against the laws of nature? Our nature? Consummating or reproducing with humans? That was forbidden. Revealing ourselves to humans? Also forbidden. My thoughts ticked away in a fruitless cycle that night. I barely slept, spending the entire night on the couch and thinking, staring unseeing, at the ceiling.

All had succumbed, some more suddenly than others, gone to sleep and had those cobweb blankets pulled over to tuck them in. ‘Jesus,’ said McBride as he steered through the community. ‘I’ve never seen anythin’ like it. Never want to agin.’ ‘Amen to that,’ Strauss whispered. He had the driver pull up near the corner shop and open the door. They were going out to fetch the first samples of what had been dubbed back there as the Sleeping Sickness, but what Strauss had long since come to think of as his nemesis. The thing keeping him from her. Yet wasn’t it also—he believed—the thing that would bring them together?

Behind closed doors, the rules don’t exist. Welcome to a world of dark cravings, intense control, and the intoxicating thrill of the forbidden. This sizzling compilation brings together a collection of raw, high-stakes erotic stories where boundaries are crossed, inhibitions are shredded, and surrender is the only option. In Book One: Escapades with Step daddy, nineteen-year-old Ella Monroe's wicked fantasies become a dangerous reality when she is caught spying on her stepfather, Sebastian. What follows is a frantic, high-risk game of lust played right under her mother's nose—filled with breathless encounters, sharp commands, and an addiction neither of them can control. From taboo