Taboo Dirty Stories Novelas e Histórias

’ 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 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.

“You can’t just make accusations like that by this time of the night.” “He’s like sassy, immaculately clean, way too clean for a straight man.” “Don’t piss them off now.” “But it’s truth. Their isn’t a single dirt on him. His hygiene is a hundred and one percent. His earlobes are always moisturised, his skin and face are spotless and shiny, his beards—ridiculously well kept, his nails—always chopped clean.” “That’s literally basic hygiene, Damon. You’re being ridiculous right now.”

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…”

"Oh, baby. How were you supposed to know? I don't like to talk about it much, but I knew eventually, it would have to come out." I pulled back a little bit so I could look him in the eye. "I get it. I really do. Some areas of this are really hard for me because it's so… so taboo and so…so… naughty that I feel like I'm a whore." "But you're not! You're not doing anything wrong,"

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.