Taboo Erotica Short Stories Novels & Stories

"You want me that bad, Theresa? You want me worked up, right? Feral, agitated, hopelessly turned on, huh?" My lips part as he shifts the stethoscope, listening to my heart pound as I answer. As if I'd lie right now. "Y-yes." "Say it. I want to hear every word." "I wore shorts to turn you on, Dr Storm. Every time." Excitement flourishes in my stomach, and I ride it like a tidal wave. "I wore it so you could..." He waits, bristling with impatience as I trail off. A muscle leaps in his jaw, and his whole sculpted body is tense beneath me. "So I could what, Theresa? So I could what?"

My thighs were already shaking and my head was thrown back in ecstasy. I vowed to myself that this was the last time I would let them touch me inappropriately. Having an affair with my stepbrothers was like breaking an unspoken house rule and my mom would be so disappointed. “Arrrggghhh…” Fuck, Maxwell just added a third finger and my virgin pussy hasn’t adjusted yet. The pain from my pussy and the pleasure from my nipple sent me to great heights. I was shivering uncontrollably when they suddenly stopped. The empty feeling made me whimper and I looked at them in confusion.

She pinched my hard nipple, rolling it between her fingers, and I arched into her with a whimper. “Fuck, Emma,” she breathed against my lips. “You’re so responsive. So wet already, aren’t you?” I was. My tiny shorts were soaked, the crotch clinging to my shaved, puffy pussy lips. I nodded, kissing her harder, our tongues tangling sloppily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jake stand up. He shoved his shorts down, and his thick, veiny cock sprang free—long, heavy, the head already glistening with precum. He wrapped his big hand around it and started stroking slowly, watching us with dark, burning eyes.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

"Relax babygirl." His fingers trail a little higher, stopping right at the hem of my shorts. Which are not covering much if I'm being honest. I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Gavin's finger slides under my shorts the tiniest bit and I just about jump out of my seat. "Is this okay babygirl?" He whispers and I nod my head, not trusting my voice right now. His finger slides further under my shorts, grazing the top of my pussy. I glance over at him and he smiles casually. As if he isn't igniting a flame inside me.

Watching her was his obsession, plain and simple. Teresa, the young woman the world thought was his daughter, stood under the hot spray, her lithe, twenty two year old body glistening with water. Her long, dark hair clung to her olive skin, cascading down her back like a waterfall. She leaned against the tiled wall, one hand braced for support while her other hand dipped between her thighs. Her fingers circled her swollen clit slowly at first, then faster, her full breasts heaving with each breath. "Daddy, oh God, Don Moretti, please. I need your dick so badly. God daddy, I'm so fucked up. Your little girl wants your dick wrecking this pussy," she moaned, her voice echoing off the walls, cap

My bare, puffy lips kissed his skin, hot and slick. The sensation was filthy and perfect. I dragged my dripping folds up and down his thigh in long, secret strokes, coating him with my creamy arousal. Each upward roll pressed my clit harder against him, sending jolts of pleasure through my core. The water hid every sinful movement, but I could feel how wet I was making him—my juices mixing with the lake, creating a slick mess that only heightened the taboo thrill.

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

I could not take it anymore. The heat between my legs had become unbearable, a steady throb that matched the frantic beat of my heart. My shorts were drenched, the cotton clinging to every swollen fold, my clit pulsing angrily against the soaked fabric. Every video pushed me closer to the edge, but the barrier of clothing only made the ache sharper, more desperate. I needed more. I needed direct touch. I needed release.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults. ✴️✴️ The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back. Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.