Sleeping Taboo Novels & Stories

Climbing onto the bed, I kicked the duvet aside and spread my legs wide, then grabbed my earphones and hit play on my favorite audiobook. “Hello… Daddy.” I activated the audio play. The low, velvet voice filled my ears instantly. “Mmm, Laila… you came back, baby. My naughty little slut. Close your eyes for me and spread those pretty legs wide and let your fingers slide down between your thighs. I want you to feel how wet you already are just from hearing my voice.” I obeyed without hesitation, kicking the sheets aside and parting my legs shamelessly on the bed. My fingers tremble slightly with excitement as they trail down my stomach and settle between my cherry folds.

I’m going to die. “What am I?” More dangerous this time. More obsessive. “My Taboo step-daddy!” I cry out as cum rips from my cock, painting the sheets, my belly, and his scarred face. “Eat my fucking ass!” And he does. Hard, animalistic. Like cock tearing through a hole. Tristan’s mouth feeds on my ass, tongue lashing my swollen buds, and his teeth—sweet infant satan—those teeth should be banned. “So tight. So—-

“She tried to apologize, but I’m not in the mood.” Jess sits up, her grin fading. “Give her a chance, Zara. She’s trying.” “Yeah, well, she should’ve tried before marrying a stranger and dragging me here,” I say, flopping onto my bed. Jess doesn’t push, just nods, and we let the silence settle. I’m exhausted, my head spinning from Kayden, Mom, and the weight of this stupid holiday. We change into pajamas—me in a tank top and shorts, Jess in an oversized band tee—and crash, the mansion’s quiet hum lulling us to sleep.

I said and sat on the bed. "Who told you to have a space here at their room, you three can’t fit in here," we turned to Six when he said that, wait is he planning to put me to sleep in the living room! He's really going to trip me up now because it's his territory. "Where will you put me to sleep in the living room !!!" I sighed, Tabi entered the room and sat down next to Louen. "No!" he replied, "Mommy shower," said Tabi so El stood up and said, "Come out first I'll just bath Tabi" he said so we did nothing but go out of that room and I looked at him badly.

Tonight, every night for a week and maybe days too. --- Tabby

And they both drifted to a sweet sleep. ---- Tabby

Thom said to himself without anyone beside him, and he decided to masturbate In the bathroom, and his body calm down but every thirty minutes his body rise again, he was unable to sleep, Thom stood up from his bed, put on his bathrobe, and came out of his bedroom, and he noticed that he was hearing television noise In the living room downstairs, and he climb the stairs down, and he saw Anabel In the bar drinking, and he walked towards her and stand beside her and he asked, "why are you not sleeping?" "sleep Is forth not coming," Anabel said, "and why are you awake by this time of the day?" Anabel asked,

He ragingly dropped the pillow he held on the bed, and grabbed her up from the bed. “Muha, I need you. My dick hurts so bad and your mother and I are not on good terms. ” He shameless itched it right in front of her. She turned on the light to see that he had an erected penis, but still, that was not normal. Muha turned away from his stick and shook her head. It was not right for a daughter to have sex with her father nor the other way round. It was a taboo to the mother earth and she could strike her dead.

Tabby was dreaming. She knew she was dreaming but she couldn’t make herself wake up. She dreamt that she was in a straitjacket and the harder she struggled to free herself, the tighter her restraints became. She shook her head from side to side and realized that something was over her mouth. It was gagging her and she suddenly felt as if she couldn’t breathe. She fought the urge to panic and began to cough frantically. Her tongue protruded from her lips and she felt something rough and unnatural there. What was going on?

“I’m not sorry I did. You looked… overwhelmed. In a good way, I mean. Or a frustrated way. Both, maybe.” I let out a small laugh, embarrassed but honest. “Frustrated is right. The shift, the way you touched my waist at the charting station… it got to me. My ex used to get weird about me masturbating. Said it made him feel optional. So I stopped doing it around him. Last night I just couldn’t wait anymore.” He nodded slowly, like he was turning that over. “I get it….” The elevator jerked suddenly. The lights flickered, went out, then the emergency ones came on with that dull reddish glow. We stopped moving. Completely.