Sleeping Taboo Novels & Stories

“They are all alike, young and old. Talk about it in a sexy way and you can’t beat them off with a stick but mention an actual medical procedure or something needing done to it and suddenly, vajayjays are forbidden.” I shook my head but couldn’t help but smile in agreement. Fleeing the scene just seconds ago more than proved her point. “I think while he is distracted and thinking coochies are taboo, I am going to go take a long, hot shower. That is, unless you need me for anything else in here.” “Not at all, sweetie. You were both up a lot earlier than we were and have school tomorrow so don’t think a thing about going on with your regular routine.”

Isabella echoed, "Let us cum." He alternated—finger in Sophia, thumb on her clit, building her close. Stop. Then ground his thigh against Isabella's pussy, her clit rubbing fabric. She sobbed needy. All three edged in the dark, breaths heavy, bodies slick with sweat. Taboo desire hung thick—stepdad between twins, corrupting them slow. Lightning flashed, illuminating their flushed faces.

“I’m not building any walls. You’re making stuff up–” “Okay,” he cuts in, and walks away from, sits right down on the edge of my bed. “Then I’ll start sleeping in here now.” My heart lurches. “No!” It comes out way too loud, and I force it down to a whisper. “No way, Noah.” “Why not?” he says, calmly. “What’s so taboo about sharing a bed? We’re already having sex in case you forgot.” The heat rushes through me before I can stop it. My body remembers every inch of him on this bed, his hands, his mouth, his weight over me, under me. The way I’ve ached for him.

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.

Marc leaned in, burying his face into the side of Julian's neck, biting down firmly as he let out a low, gut-wrenching growl that echoed through the dark room. The three of them moved as a single, chaotic unit, the rhythm fast, heavy, and completely unsparing. Every stroke of touch, every shared kiss between the three of them tore down whatever remaining barriers Julian had held onto from his long, tedious workday. There was no control left, no corporate dignity, no restraint only the raw, unadulterated friction of skin against skin, framed by the cold glass of the high rise window overlooking the silent city below.

The line clicked dead, and Lila dropped her phone on the bed, heart racing. She laid in the dark, unable to sleep, her body remembering everything too clearly. The way Kai had dragged her to the edge of the table. The shocking cold of the ice cube against her overheated flesh. His thick fingers stretching her. The hot, relentless swipe of his tongue on her clit. She whimpered softly, one hand drifting between her thighs before she forced herself to stop. Not yet. She would save the excitement for him later. Instead, she grabbed her phone and opened her socials. She scrolled through new edits of Kai —sweaty stage shots, the way his shirt clung to his body dancing, that intense stare.

Our bodies said everything. “I love you,” Frank said suddenly. “Not just this. I love being with you.” My heart swelled. “I love you too,” I whispered. “More than I should.” We talked about our feelings. It was more than sex. We connected deep. He understood me. I made him feel young and alive. The taboo made it stronger. But it also made it scary. The next day we took more risks. Mom went to the store. We had thirty minutes. I sucked him in the kitchen. On the counter. I took him deep while he sat on a chair. Then he bent me over the table and fucked me. We came together fast.

"Damn baby, why do you have to be so sexy?" I giggle, feeling my cheeks heat up when I realize he had been watching me change the whole time. "I wasn't trying to be sexy." Trey chuckles. "I know, that's the problem." I climb into bed and Trey just sits there, looking at me. "You can just wear your boxers or something. You know that way you will be more comfortable to sleep." Trey looks at me. "Are you sure?" I laugh, nodding my head. "Yes, I'm sure. We are both adults, you sleeping in your boxers isn't a big deal."

Misha shouted, her voice sharp. Tabitha blinked slowly, her face a picture of innocence. She tilted her head and replied, "As you can see, I'm tired. I'm going to rest." "How can you sleep in the same bed as Derek?" Misha stomped her feet, fists clenched, as if she were about to yank Tabitha off the bed at any moment. Her eyes burned with hatred and frustration. In her mind, Tabitha had no right to be so close to Derek.

He wasn't going in and out, but he was in her farther than I wanted him to be. Tabi's mouth was wide open and her eyes were closed. "Please don't do that to me," she screamed. "OH NO! PLEASE DON'T! I'M MARRIED!" is what I think she said. She was breathing heavier. "You are almost screwing me," she said. I looked at Tabi. She was very nervous and shaking a little. "Go ahead and Cum," I said. "YEA, Please just cum in me," Tabi added. "Please don't do it to me anymore!"