Taboo Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

Heat flooded my face, but my pussy clenched around Marcus's fingers anyway. She continued. “You masturbate, right? You read dirty books while playing with your pussy in the goddamn library.” The embarrassment mixed with arousal in the most humiliating and thrilling way. Marcus slowly withdrew his hands, wiping the wetness on my thigh as he straightened himself. His voice was calm yet had this controlling aura. “This is a private matter, Miss…” “Sarah,” she interrupted, completing her own name. She stepped closer, eyes flickering between us with clear heat. “And if you want me to keep quiet about your little fuck hours, professor, you have to include me too. Fuck me, right now.”

“Every time he says slick you soak my hand. Every time he says penetration your cunt tries to pull my fingers deeper. Do you want them deeper? Say it.” “I can’t say it,” I breathe, biting my cheek again as he curls and my hips roll without permission. “He’ll hear. Cici’s going to hear.” “Cici already knows,” he says. “She’s getting finger-fucked two seats over and she hasn’t told him to stop either. Grind. Use my hand. Get your cunt open before he starts talking about cock.” Hale clicks to the next slide and his voice drops into that calm dirty lecture tone that makes my stomach twist.

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'.

"That's a good thing, right? Intense is sexy." "Tash, something happened," I said, my voice barely a whisper. And then, the whole story came pouring out of me. The locked drawer, the journal, getting caught, the blackmail, the deal. I left out no detail. I told her everything—my fear, my shame, and my sick, twisted arousal. When I was finished, the room was silent. Tasha just stared at me, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide with shock. "Holy shit," she finally breathed out. "Holy. Fucking. Shit, Elara."

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby

Samantha In all my years of owning a publishing company, I've read countless books about taboo themes. From reverse harem, erotica, age gap, incest, mafia romance, dark romance, and all the hardcore topics. I realised that, in New York, people shunned books like these, and they made sure to shut them down before they got to the public eye. I built my company to give people a chance to see through their creative imagination, no matter how dark it is. There are people who actually like reading books like these. They are invested in them too; hence, they need their fix.

“Your perfect pussy's still pumping me out.” He lowered himself before either of us could think. The first broad stroke of his tongue dragged from the bottom of my slit all the way up, scooping the thick mess he had left inside me. I gasped, hips jerking. He did it again, slower, gathering another mouthful of his own cum mixed with my slick, then spat it back onto my clit and rubbed it in with his tongue. The wet, filthy sounds of him cleaning and re-wetting me filled the air. My legs trembled in the air on either side of his head. It was too much, too intimate, too dirty, but I didn’t stop him. This might be the only chance we ever got.

The flight back was a descent into a special kind of hell, a pressurized tube of recycled air and unspoken dread. The silence was not the comfortable, shared quiet of two people who knew each other well. It was the heavy, suffocating silence of a battlefield after the fighting has stopped, a silence filled with the ghosts of what had transpired. Emma sat in her business class seat, staring out the window at the endless expanse of clouds, but she wasn’t seeing the sky. She was seeing Mr. Dubois’s face, feeling his hands on her, tasting his cock in her mouth. She was feeling Mr. Carter’s brutal thrusts from behind, hearing his possessive growls, the sound of his voice as he commanded her to co

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

"You look terrible." "I just spent twenty minutes dealing with Marcus." I rubbed my forehead as the memory of him made my irritation flare again. "And that's not even the worst thing that happened tonight." Ava's expression changed immediately. "What happened?" I told her everything, from Adrian's contract to his grandfather's condition and the ridiculous one-month marriage proposal. By the time I finished, Ava was staring at me as though I had just told her I had agreed to rob a bank. "What?" "I tried to shut it down," I said quickly. "But he's desperate, and then he told me he's gay."