Sleeping Taboo Novels & Stories

"That is what I am here for. Do you feel ready to tell me what happened?" I swallowed hard, my hands gripping the edge of the cushion tightly. I struggled with the words in my head for a long moment, trying to find a way to explain the crazy mess I was in without sounding completely insane. Finally, I looked up at her, my eyes full of fear and confusion. "Dr. Evelyn... can a person sleepwalk and have sex with someone without knowing it is real?"

She slams a vial into the floor and everything surges under us until we all land in what seems to be a dream or something. “What is this? “Memory sharing, so Alpha asshat can see I am not fucking lying.” Tabatha grumbles, her eyes throwing daggers at the stunned and scared Pete.

“Yes! There’s something wrong with you. You need help! I also think you have a taboo fetish.” He pauses in the middle of scooping vegetables into our food bowls. “Fetish?” “Yes. That’s why you’re fixated on me…” I wave my hand as I try to find the right word. Thinking hard about it, it actually makes sense if he has maybe some sort of Taboo fetish. People easily have one of those. “If I wasn’t your step-sister, I’d be nothing to you, Cicero.” His eyes narrow, but I’m currently on a roll and can’t stop. I need to get this out.

“I want more, cousin. I want you to dominate me completely. Always.” They fell asleep in each other’s arms, her body sore and satisfied, her mind full of images from the night of total submission. The taboo between them had reached a new level — a level of ownership, humiliation, and extreme pleasure that neither of them wanted to stop.

Fletcher fastened his pace and soon Zee trembled shooting his load on his chest, in Fletcher's hands and some dripping on the sheets, while his hole was filled with warm essence of Fletcher chanting his name in whispers. Fletcher gently put him comfy on the bed before going to clean up the mess. "Don’t you dare sleep on me Zee. The night is young Pup". He kissed his shoulders and Zee was lying sideways. "Bring it on Handsome. I can’t sleep with just one round". Zee replied cockily over his shoulder and Fletcher knew what he had to do. ******** It was Taboo for the eyes of the people. But for them, they found love in each other's embrace.

he ordered, irritated that she left him hard and aching and there was nothing he could do about it. Even jacking off was a crime now. Nothing that might encourage or lead to sex was permitted, as the country simply couldn't handle the burden of more children. “You’re a dirty, little cock tease who will always have a horny pussy. Why aren't you like the normal girls who control themselves?" he snarled.

The woman who made him breakfast and asked about his classes was the same woman begging strangers to breed her sloppy cunt. Johnny’s cock throbbed harder than it ever had in his life. The shame should have killed his erection. Instead, it made him leak precum all over his fist. He stroked faster, imagining it was her mouth. His sweet, divorced stepmom secretly whoring herself out online. The taboo made his balls tighten. He crept out of his room, his heart pounding, still naked from the waist down, cock hard and bobbing as he moved down the hall. Her bedroom door was slightly ajar—probably in her post-orgasm haze she hadn’t closed it properly. He peeked through the crack.

Emma woke up slowly. It was a pleasant ache, a physical memory of the night before. She was in his bed, the sheets a tangled mess around them. He was still asleep, his breathing a low, steady rhythm beside her. She turned her head to look at him, her heart a strange, complicated mix of fear and affection. In sleep, his face was softer, the harsh lines of his mouth relaxed, the coldness in his eyes replaced by a look of peaceful vulnerability. He looked… human. And that was more terrifying than anything.

No attitude. The Uniform: You will sleep naked. Every night. But you will stay on your side of the bed. If you cross the invisible line, you’re out. No Self-Relief: You are not allowed to touch yourself. Not unless I allow it. The Shared Bath: All bathing will be done together. But the "No Touching" rule applies double here. "This is insane," I rasped, my voice cracking. I looked from the book back to her. "Rule number five? We have to bathe together? And I can't touch you? Aria, look at me. I’m already dying."

“No offense, but you look like shit.” "Usually, when you start something with no offense, you usually mean to be offensive,” I point out. “But thanks for the compliment; I call it zombie couture.” “Hardy har,” she huffs, rolling her eyes. “But seriously, Tab, you really should go and try to get some sleep; otherwise, you’re going to be useless.” “Yeah, well,” I sigh, leaning back in my chair. “I still haven’t managed to place the bastard in my vision. How can I possibly leave before that?”