Novel & Cerita Sleeping Taboo

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

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.

"Thanks for joining us this morning, everyone." Tabby stayed close to Baruti, who stopped his chuckling after she glared at him for a moment. No part of her regretted last night, except for the fact she'd slept alone. And maybe it wouldn't be a big deal if everyone else knew she and Jaime were having a thing. It was kind of the task force's fault for casting her ideal guy too well. But she'd managed to avoid mingling work and pleasure this long, she didn't want to start now. Especially if she did push forward with having a kid. There would be enough talk about her then without adding in rumors that she'd gotten frisky with someone on a job.

And after watching Grandma leave, Jerry and Shaquelle went to sleep separately again. Winning is strange, husband and wife should sleep in one bed. And there is no taboo or any problem. But good thing Shaquelle and also Jerry it is their biggest taboo. After showering and ready, Shaquelle immediately woke up Jerry, who was still sleeping. To be honest, Shaquelle doesn't have the heart for Jerry, he just slept at dawn due to office work. But if you don't wake up, Grandma is suspicious. Finally, Shaquelle couldn't help waking Jerry up.

If I let you walk away after a year, it’ll be the biggest lie I ever told. Then came the real kicker. “Um…” She shifted, fingers fidgeting in her lap. “Also… we can’t have sex.” That earned a full grin. She waved her hands. “Not…not that I think you want to or anything! I just mean, we’ll be in each other’s space and there might be moments, and I just don’t want anything to be confusing and…” “Sloane,” I said gently, cutting her off. “No sex. Got it.”

WARNING:Taboo (Step-sibling), Group Sex (Mfm), Double Penetration (DP), Anal Sex, Choking, Spanking, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Multiple Creampies. The front door clicked shut behind me, the house still and silent-or so I thought. My parents' trip had been delayed by a massive storm at the airport, giving them an extra night at a hotel in the city and giving me one more night of total control. I'd spent the evening at a party, drinking just enough to make my blood run hot and my temper short. All I could think about on the drive home was Jade. I wanted to drag her back to that master bedroom and finish what I'd started on the silk sheets.

Anderson’s ears were ringing after that. The old man barked, “Do you remember me telling you that there are two taboos if you’re holding this position in the government sector? You can never be clouded by greed and women! Have I taught you nothing, Anderson? Tell me, what other horrific misdeeds have you done that you haven’t told me about?” “No more. That’s it. I mean it.” … A gentle breeze blew outside. Archibald’s face was ashen, his eyes filled with disappointment.

He found her. Then he pulled a knife and drove it straight into her heart. Less than twelve hours after walking free, Henry was back behind bars. This time, he never got out. Joe shut off the TV and sat beside me. "You shouldn't watch too much while recovering—it's bad for your eyes." He knew exactly what I'd been watching but didn't call me out. Just gave me an excuse. In my arms, our baby slept soundly. Beside me, my husband sat, steady and warm.

He picked up a single sheet of paper from his desk and handed it to me. My fingers shook as I read the Rules; Address me as Professor at all times, Speak only when spoken to, you must wear Skirts or dresses only with no pants or underwear unless I specify, You will come when called, day or night, no excuses. You must obey completely. Failure of any will result in punishment. I looked up at him, cheeks burning. “ Sir, You can’t be serious.” His eyebrow arched. “Do you want to test me already, Miss Hart?”

There was a moment of tight resistance; she clenched, a sharper gasp escaped her, and then he was inside, fully, buried to the hilt in a heat that seemed to consume him alive. They both froze. The air rushed out of their lungs in a single thud. Her eyes widened, locked on his, capturing the expression of pure ecstasy and pure horror he knew was stamped across his face. It was the final violation of a taboo, and the final fulfillment of a desire. It was the place from which there was no return. And then they began to move.