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Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.

For hours, about things they’d never really talked about since all this began. Lucas’s hand shook when he admitted he’d never been with a man, never even let himself think about it. Ryan’s voice lowered when he confessed he had, years ago, in college experimented but hadn’t touched another man since because it scared him how much he liked it. Zoe listened, like really listened, and then said the words that broke the dam. “So what if we all touch each other? What if we figure this out together?”

" Deb asked. Sam sipped her coffee, put the cup down, "Reddit, and Motherlove.com." "Really?" I said, "I knew there were a lot of Reddits, but not that." Sam smiled, "Reddit has a lot of subs dealing with Incest." "Just talking about it?" Deb asked. "Well, some discussion ones. But also lots of stories of incestual encounters." "What's the other one?" I asked. "That's a p**n site that has a lot less filters. A lot of videos that purport to be incest."

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

I’m going to die. “What am I?” More dangerous this time. More obsessive. “My Taboo step-daddy!” I cry out as cum rips from my cock, painting the sheets, my belly, and his scarred face. “Eat my fucking ass!” And he does. Hard, animalistic. Like cock tearing through a hole. Tristan’s mouth feeds on my ass, tongue lashing my swollen buds, and his teeth—sweet infant satan—those teeth should be banned. “So tight. So—-

"This wedding was worth attending. Someone get a video—this could go viral." "Never seen two grooms fight over one bride before." "And the one on the floor even brought a sidekick. Young people these days, huh?" The police shut it all down fast. Cecilia went to the hospital. Henry went to jail. Three years for assault. With things back on track, the wedding went on. Joe squeezed my hand, guilt in his voice. "I should've set up better security. You must've been scared." I met his gaze, his sincerity clear. I gave him a small smile. "It's not your fault. No one could've seen this coming."

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"Hot, if I may add. Peace said, looking so proud. (you know the smile your mom gives you when she's proud of you? yeah, that one)" I almost burst into tears but Gabriella warned me not to spoil her beautiful work. After saying thank you for the tenth time, Gabriella and Laura excuse themselves saying they have to go home to prepare themselves for the party too. Laura is also the wife of some powerful politician. I wonder how they are both so cool, unlike the proud rich people I've encountered in the past. After saying goodbye, I was left alone with Peace. "It's 7 already, you should be on your way now."

The meeting was hell and heaven at the same time. I sat next to Victoria at the long conference table, thighs clenched, the dual vibrations driving me insane. Every time I shifted in my seat, the plug pressed deeper. My pussy was a dripping mess. Victoria kept the remotes active in unpredictable patterns under the table — low and teasing during presentations, then sharp bursts when I had to speak.

“Good girl.” By evening, Alora announced her plans with a breezy smile over dinner. “I have to head out again tomorrow morning for that full weekend retreat upstate. Presentations, networking… I won’t be back until late Sunday night.” She reached over and squeezed Derick’s hand. “You two will be okay holding down the fort?” Derick’s eyes met mine across the table for a brief, scorching second. “We’ll manage.” The moment Alora’s car disappeared down the long driveway the next morning, the air in the mansion shifted. The heavy front door had barely clicked shut before Derick was on me.