Taboo 18 Novels & Stories

GABRIEL Some opportunities fall into your lap exactly once. If you’re smart, you grab them before they hit the ground. My name is Gabriel, but you can call me Gabe. I’m 24, straight, or at least I was when the story started. I’m about to tell you how my roommate and I ended up having our asses passed around like dessert on a dinner table, right here in our living room. So sit back. Relax. Make sure you’re alone and grab a bottle of lube and a towel cos it’s going to get really messy.

She replied 'I must be enjoying it, I nearly came just now. Once the best parts of the film ended, I entered her and we fucked for a short while before we both had strong orgasms. She said that was only the second time in her life that she had seen a pornographic film. Apparently the first time had involved a similar kind of flick, of a black man having lustful intercourse with a white woman and, coincidentally, with the same kind of hypnotic beat and a 'taboo' sort of atmosphere. But, it was hard getting details out of her in that film, as if it were something she just didn't want to talk about or 'couldn't remember'.

"Stop it. That's ridiculous." "I'm completely serious!" she insisted. "Live a little! This is literally the craziest, most out-of-character thing you've ever done in your entire life. Maybe that's exactly what you need right now. A little bit of chaos. A little bit of something... taboo and different." She wiggled her eyebrows at me suggestively.

"No flirting with me. No lingering glances, no accidental touches, and no late-night trips to the kitchen in your underwear. Am I clear?" A startled laugh escaped Javed’s lips before he could stop it. "Flirting with you? You’re the one who trapped me against the counter last night!" Martin didn't smile. He didn't even blink. His expression remained deadly serious, a muscle jumping in his jaw as he stared Javed down. The sheer gravity in his eyes sent a sudden, violent pulse racing straight to Javed’s core. The air in the room instantly grew heavy, thick with the unsaid truth: Martin wasn't making the rule because he was annoyed. He was making the rule because he was terrified of his own lack

My arms trembling beside me as I waited for what came next. But he didn’t get up. He didn’t even move. He just stared. And then he said the filthiest, most terrifying, most delicious thing I had ever heard. “Today’s lesson is control.” My breath hitched. “Control?” He nodded once. “You’ll learn how to cum without a sound.” My eyes widened. “Wait, what..

My cunt was swollen, raw, and completely filled, the thick, white fluid slowly dripping out onto the dark wood. The woman looked up at me, a wicked, hungry smile touching her lips. Then, she leaned down and buried her face straight between my thighs, her flat tongue lapping heavily over my filled, hyper-sensitive center. The shock of her warm tongue hitting my hyper-sensitive flesh made my entire lower body jerk. I let out a loud, broken cry, my hips lifting completely off the desk as she swiped flat and heavy across my swollen opening. She didn't mind the mess at all; she drank it in, lapping up the thick, white fluid the Beta had left deep inside me, cleaning my skin with a fierce, hungry

’ he asked, his breath warm against my ear, lips close enough that I shivered, his hands starting to move, soaping up a washcloth with slow, deliberate motions. I nodded, leaning into him, feeling his heartbeat against my back, steady but quickening, and the hard length of his cock pressing firmer against my ass now, trapped between us in the water. ‘Mmm, yeah, Daddy. It feels nice having you here like this.’ My words were honest, laced with the desire bubbling up, and I arched my back just a little, grinding subtly against him, testing, my mind screaming with how wrong but how good it felt, the taboo of it making everything dirtier, hotter.

She swallowed hard, her breathing getting faster, but she didn’t move away. I slid my hand down slowly, slipping it under her modest skirt. She tensed, but when my fingers brushed her panties, I could already feel the damp spot. “Just let me show you how good it feels,” I murmured. “No one will know.” At first she refused, whispering a shaky “We can’t… someone might come…” and trying to close her legs.

I wave, saying thanks and playing with my boobs for good measure, watching the participant list as users log off. My pussy is so wet from cumming, I can feel the slick moisture on the inside of my thighs. AnonymousGuy1 stays till the end.

Not sure what was going through her mind, I turned my attention back to the plates. "Look—" her voice echoed behind me and then I realized she had walked to meet me. I turned to face her and then she said herself into my arms. The way she hugged me made me lose my voice. I couldn't utter any word neither could I hear anything aside her heartbeat. "I really wish things are not this way but we can't change reality. We're good but we can't last. What we have is a taboo and I don't know how else to tell you that it's not okay to keep—"