Taboo Erotic Sex Stories Novels & Stories

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

And I realized Ethan’s kinks ran deeper than I’d expected. He loved public sex—loved the risk of getting caught. We fucked in bathroom stalls at the mall. In the back rows of nearly empty movie theatres. In a parking garage where anyone could have easily walked in on us. I had no problem with it because the danger made him wetter, made him cling to me harder, made him beg harder! His horizons expanded. We posted an ad online looking for player partners. Eventually, we found a steady partner. His name was Dickson. Dickson was black, built like a heavyweight fighter, and had a cock that made my jaw drop the first time I saw it. Nine inches. Thick as my forearm with veins like tree roots runnin

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

She moaned at the stretch, her head falling back against Marcus’s shoulder. “Fuck, she feels perfect,” Ethan groaned, starting to thrust deep and steady. Marcus kissed her neck, one hand playing with her breasts while the other rubbed her clit in time with his son’s thrusts. “That’s it, baby girl. Take your brother’s cock while Daddy holds you.” The taboo words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. Lila came again quickly, clenching hard around Ethan. He followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling her with a low groan.

You know, the one that recently came true, in spectacular style. So, here goes: I have always wanted to fuck a bride on her way to her wedding. Despite knowing that the majority of brides these days aren’t exactly pure and innocent, I’ve always really fancied screwing one of them senseless in the back of my limo before dropping her off at her destination, where she’ll commit herself to someone else for the rest of her life. There’s no need to start psychoanalyzing it—I know it’s because it’s taboo, forbidden, corrupt. And therein lies the attraction. And, as I said, for a long time it was just a harmless fantasy that nobody knew about.

Rita sat pressed tightly against me, her breathing already faster. I started steering the conversation. “So boys,” I said, leaning forward so my tits nearly spilled out, “have you ever destroyed a proper Luna before?” The energy at the table changed instantly. Growls rose. They wanted more. I started telling them my sluttiest stories — how I loved being gangfucked, choked, knotted, and pumped full. Rita’s face flushed deep red, but she didn’t stop me. One rogue with silver eyes stared at her. “What about you, Luna? You smell like you haven’t been properly bred in a long time.”

to the door. Then I carefully sat across from him. I noticed him looking me up and down. I squeezed my legs together, fearful that the evidence of my arousal might be coating my inner thighs if I wasn’t careful. At that moment I silently chastised myself. A wave of guilt washed over me. After all, I was here to purge myself of these feelings, not relish in them. The Father finished his phone call and seemed to look me over for a moment before he started. “You’re right on time. Sexual thoughts and masturbation are quite normal, Megan. However, what you described to me seems perhaps an unhealthy interest in sex. Prurient in the most sinful of ways. This can lead to further fornication and pro

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.

I opened an incognito tab, found the video that best fit my fantasies, and pressed play. A girl on her knees between two guys, one in her mouth and the other sliding in from behind. She can't scream or moan properly since her mouth is full, but her muffled moans sound desperate and perfect. I slid my hand beneath the waistband of my panties before I could even think. I was fucking soaked so it was easy to slide two fingers in. My mouth fell open, a breathless moan escaping my lips. I curled them, closing my eyes, imagining it was Jake or Tyler's fingers instead. I knew it was wrong. They were five years older than I was. I was their best friend’s little sister but I could hardly control the

“Fantasy? I imagine a guy taking me at work, in the office bathroom. He pins me against the sink, hikes up my skirt, and shoves his fingers into my wet pussy, fingering me hard while I bite my arm to keep from screaming. Then he fucks me from behind, slapping my ass while I cum. No condom, filling me with cum until it drips down my legs. Fuck, Marcos, I’m going crazy just talking about it.” They laughed together now—dirty, loaded laughs—their bodies inching closer on the filthy floor. The air was thick with lust, the smell of sweat and arousal mingling like a forbidden perfume. Marcos told another story, about a fuck in a dark alley, pounding a chick against the wall while it rained, water m