Taboo Costumes Novels & Stories

She casually drops the bra on the floor, still focusing out the window. '"Taboo?' Really? Where the fuck did you find that word? Incest, Father. We are talking about incest. Having sex with your family." I shift in my chair. Maybe I'm too careful, but I need a clear sign. "Which is also illegal, and for very good reasons."

As we went down, I saw Erille’s already wearing a white top and pants, she wears a fitted long sleeve top to hide her tattoos since this event if very special to us. “Morning Tabi, does Tita Rie look beautiful?” she asked Tabi, Tabi smiled at her while biting her finger and nodded. “We both look beautiful na” Rie said and got Tabi from me, she carries her outside the house. Since Tabi was with him, I took the things I needed to bring, at the same time Six came out of his room, he’s wearing a white hoodie paired gray pants. He looks fresh and handsome that’s why I complimented him.

The uniform Rafael left on her bed was a joke,It was a tight black mini-dress that barely covered her backside and heels that made her ankles wobble. Zara stared at herself in the small mirror of the back storage room, her jaw tight,she looked exactly like what he wanted her to be…something he bought. She walked out into the main room of The Obsidian at eight sharp,the place was already packed,the heavy bass from the speakers rumbled right through the floor, a dark, heavy thud that made her skin tingle.

She said as she noticed the way I stared at the dress. "I can't, my people don't wear this, it's a taboo for one to cover herself." "I don't know where you're coming from, but get this, this isn't your country or State, so you got to do as we do. If you don't, something terrible is gonna happen to you. You could notice my daughter's reaction when she saw you. Its very risky to be naked. If you're here, you should act like us." Her words made so much meaning that I had to accept.

The hotel's event hall was a spectacle of low lights, crystal chandeliers, and the gleam of wine glasses. The Mirage Corporation's annual party was a ritual of power and networking disguised as a celebration. Men in dark suits and women in elegant dresses formed groups that dissolved and regrouped like molecules, always with perfect smiles and calculating looks. For Lara, in a simple black dress that bordered on too discreet, it was a trial by fire.

Tracy cut him off sheepishly, just as eager to get fucked, the taboo of the dick she craved being her daddy's only making her shameless cunt wetter. Dean's eyes darkened with the desire he'd suppressed for years. When he saw her in that alleyway, alone and fearless in that tight, little red dress, something inside him snapped. He wanted to fuck her senseless. Her daddy couldn't say that to her though. He'd lose his marriage, his little girl, his respectable life. His reputation as a doctor. So at the last second, he grabbed her and pretended to be a mugger, desperate to kill the urges inside him.

I would dance in that dive and keep playing sexually with Eduardo. I looked for a sexy outfit—one of those I used to buy to please my husband, though he never appreciated them. I put on a pair of sheer lace panties and a matching bra. Garters and a garter belt were a must. I also wore patent leather heels with fifteen-centimeter stilettos. In my purse, I packed a leather mask, a crisp white masculine-style blouse, and a pair of dark satin gloves. To hide everything, I covered it all with a long, flowy hippie dress.

But I did. My friend Tasha invited me to a birthday party. She said it was a friend. I dressed up so sexy and arrived at the event quite late. People stared at me the moment I walked in. The whole atmosphere was filled with vibes and music. I saw some drunkards fucking each other by the corner. When I stepped into the packed living room, I saw him standing near the kitchen island with a drink in his hand, having a conversation with his male friend. He didn’t change that much.

A faint, quiet smile touched my lips as the door clicked shut behind me. The suite was warm, smelling faintly of sweet vanilla and fresh linen. A bottle of expensive champagne rested in a silver ice bucket on the side table, two crystal flutes sitting beside it. Annabelle was already waiting for me in the center of the room. She was dressed in a sheer, ice-pink lace lingerie set that left almost nothing to the imagination. The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties.

And then they were gone, their car disappearing through the gates with two guard vehicles flanking them. I spent the rest of the morning getting ready. Showered using the expensive soap that made my skin extra soft. Shaved everything until I was smooth as silk. Rubbed scented oil into my skin—something with vanilla and jasmine that I knew would drive any wolf’s nose crazy. Then came the outfit. I stood in front of my closet for twenty minutes, pulling things out and tossing them on the bed. It had to be perfect. Sexy but not trying too hard. Casual but showing enough skin to make him look.