Taboo Erotica Short Stories Novels & Stories

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

He jerked his cock one last time, spraying his hot seed against the back of the confessional door in thick, white ropes. They both sat there, slumped in the dark, the only sound the dripping of their fluids and the frantic beating of their hearts. The taboo of what they had just done hung in the air like poison gas. "Go home, Ruth-Ann," Ryder rasped at last, his voice no longer steady, no longer holy. "Go home. Your mother is waiting for you." A pause. Thick. Final. "Yes. I know. I promised her I would help her with the wedding preparations." She cleared her throat as she fixed her clothes. "Do you regret what we just did?"

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

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“That’s blasphemy.” He just grinned. “Nah, it’s honesty. Everyone calls me the bad guy. But I see you, Mirabel. I see what’s underneath that habit.” Then, God help me... he casually palmed his crotch and rubbed himself through those tight jeans. My eyes dropped before I could stop them. He was… hard. And my panties? Instantly soaked. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to calm the heat rising in me. I looked away, my face was on fire.

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—-

He stroked me slowly over the fabric pressing the damp cloth against my swollen clit, I bit my lip to hold back my moan as pleasure cooked tightly in my belly. Across the room Lena straddled Jordan. They kissed deep and hungry, her hips grinding against the bulge in his boxers. Ryan watched them openly, his hand rubbing the front of his own underwear while Sophia turned to me, her green eyes dark with want. The final round hit. “Never have I ever wanted to fuck someone in this room right now,” Sophia whispered. Every single glass was now empty and the room fell quiet except for the crackle of fire. Sophia set her glass down and crawled closer, her breasts brushing my arm. “Then let’s change

Then his footsteps retreat. Good girl. The words hit different tonight. In my head they’re deeper, rougher,Richard’s gravelly voice praising me while he stretches me open. I lean against the door, shame burning my cheeks even as fresh arousal drips down my thigh. This is so wrong. He’s family. But God, the taboo makes everything hotter.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.