Sleeping Taboo Novels & Stories

Stupid, idiot, Magnus. ****** Tabby

Damon “Hey baby, wake up.” Tabby’s tongue is in my ear, and I slowly open my eyes, looking around- did she sleep over? “What are you doing here still?” I ask, my voice scratchy and annoyed. “Well, I couldn’t walk home so late,” she pouts, rolling over and looking into my eyes, but this annoys me further. She knows damn well I don’t do sleepovers. “As you pointed out last night, Tabby, you live on the grounds. I am pretty sure you would have made it home just fine,” I groan, sitting up, and she stares at me.

******** Both couples could still listen to the fights of their children over the stupid table tennis game. And they were happy. Contented. Making love ALL NIGHT LONG. They would face a new morning with new strength and love. Only if they could move their asses of the beds. Who Knows. ----- Tabby

I literally felt so fulfilled. After a moment, Aunt was laying her back against the headboard; I was laying my back against her while her husband, still on the floor, on his feet, rubbing his cock, putting lube on it. I imagined he didn't like struggling. It was in this moment, when my aunt was kissing my back, holding me in place, almost as if I were about to run or something, that she was whispering in my ears that I should take her husband's cock in my wet teen pussy, did I believe that taboo sex was really happening in this world, not just staged in p**n.

Chapter 3: MY BEST FRIEND’S DAD IS BREEDING ME ON THE KITCHEN TABLE WHILE HIS WIFE AND DAUGHTER SLEEP UPSTAIRS The sleepover at Sophie’s house feels normal on the surface. We gossip, paint our nails, watch trashy movies, and laugh like the best friends we’ve always been. But underneath my innocent smile, my pussy is still throbbing from Professor Langdon’s cum drying on my thighs earlier. I’m addicted now. The riskier, the filthier, the better.

“You’re his—oh god—” “Say it.” He thrust harder, punctuating his words. “Tell them who’s fucking you.” “Jake’s father—” I moaned, shame burning through me, making everything more intense. “My ex’s dad is—*fuck*—” “That’s right.” He leaned over me, chest against my back, mouth hot against my ear. “And you love it, don’t you? How wrong this is. How fucked up. The taboo makes you wetter than anything else ever has.”

His duffel is on the bed, still mostly packed. I know I shouldn’t. I know I’m crossing about a hundred lines. I do it anyway. I grab one of his t-shirts from the bag—black, worn soft from use and bring it to my face. It smells so strongly of him that it makes my head spin. Perfect. I take it to my room and close the door. Then I strip off my sleep shorts and panties and climb onto my bed with his shirt. This is crazy. This is probably the definition of pathetic.

She smirked as they both led her to the bed and worshipped her with their hands, tongues and ultimately with their dicks, fucking her over and over until she lost the count and fell into a cock induced coma. ---- Tabby

He laid beside me, hugging me so close, our body giving each other warmth from the cold outside, it was a perfect moment, I didn't want it to end, I just wanted to lay by his side forever. What?! Get these thoughts off your head Aubrey! There's no future here! Tyler's gentle breathing was enough proof for me to make out that he was fast asleep. I tried to clear my mind of all thoughts, but something told me that this wouldn't last long, something big is coming. Something that would pull me back to reality... Something is going to destroy this, whatever this is... Seconds later, I was swept into the peaceful darkness of the night, with Tyler's gentle breathing fanning my neck, I felt safe in

“Total consent. No limits beyond what we establish upfront. Everything filmed, documented, for my book. Anonymized, of course. Your face blurred, name changed. But the data is real. The reactions. The limits pushed.” She flipped through the pages. Medical waiver. Non-disclosure. Consent forms with checkboxes for every kink imaginable: edging, bondage, pain play, psychological domination, exhibitionism, orgasm denial. “I study taboo,” he continued. “The things people crave but fear. The line between desire and destruction. You’ll be my subject. Live-in. Available 24/7. Free to leave at any time, but the stipend prorates. Finish the semester, get the full amount. Enough to pay off your loans a