Taboo Fantasy Sex Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

There'll be hot guys and fun games” she asked one last time as she held the door handle. “I'm sure babes. I'll pass this time” I said sweetly and we bade each other goodbye. I rushed to the door and locked it then quickly took off my clothes and lay on my bed. Yes I could be picky and slightly judgemental but I never pretended to be innocent myself. I loved sex and bad stuff buttttt… with the right person. I couldn't tell Sheila that I've been fantasizing and daydreaming about Shawn. I couldn't get his face and dick out of my mind. I masturbated thinking about him. My little secret.

I have a class to attend. ‎I scurried out of bed and dashed into the bathroom to take a shower. ‎I know what we just did is forbidden and a taboo, but I don't feel guilty for it. Not one bit. In fact, I so much loved it. Who would regret having hot sex with a guy who has a big dick and knows how to fuck very well? ‎**Author's note** ‎Are they going to keep doing it till their parents come back? ‎Let's keep going.

“If you really love me, you’ll do it. For us. I promise you’ll enjoy it. This is part of who we are. Part of what I need and I know you’ve wanted something like this… even if you never said it out loud.” My mouth went dry. Confusion crashed over me like a wave. How did he know? How could he possibly know about the secret fantasies I’d only ever touched myself to late at night….being shared, wanted by two men at once, losing control in the most filthy, overwhelming way? I’d never told a soul. Yet here he was, offering it like he’d been waiting for the right moment. Mr. Kane hadn’t moved. He just watched me with that same calm, expectant stare, like he already knew my answer.

Kane stood directly in front of her now, so close she could smell his clean, masculine scent. “Interesting,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You wrote an entire pornographic fantasy about your professor. And then submitted it as coursework.” “I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, mortified. “It was a private document. I must have copied the wrong file.” Kane tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. “Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?”

It was time for me to start afresh, on a clean slate. I told myself it was over. No more taboos. Just a clean break. I even thought about getting a girlfriend. Smart. But every night, I’d lock my door and scroll through my hidden and pull up a blurry pic she’d sent to me sometimes ago (her in a low cut top; her lower breast showing, and that devilish smile of hers she always put on as if she knew exactly what I was about to do), and stroke myself raw thinking about her stretched around me, her pussy clenching when I whispered I’d fill her again. I came hard every time, biting my pillow hard so no one in my house would hear me groan her name.

I moaned his name softly, as though the sound alone could ease the fire spreading through me. I stood, heading to my wardrobe, and pulled out the sleek vibrator that had been my only solace since I’d sworn off men. But tonight was different. Tonight, every thrust of the toy became him. Every wave of pleasure painted his face in my mind—the forbidden man I could never touch. And yet, the more I imagined him, the more I knew one dangerous truth. Sooner or later, I wouldn’t be able to resist this urge. I closed my eyes and let the toy slide deeper, my back arching as the delicious pressure built.

For a brief second, I looked from one man to another, my pulse racing as anticipation settled heavily over the room. This was the moment I had been waiting for. “Fuck,” Enzo and Adrian groaned together as they stroked themselves faster. “Keep your mouth wide open,” Damien instructed. I obeyed, lifting my chin while watching them. Before I could think, they all reached their climax and burst their seed across my face. “Hmm…” Adrian moaned as he came, his breathing turning ragged. I slowly licked across my lips and released a deep sigh, tasting what remained before wiping the rest from my cheek with the back of my hand.

"Insatiable." "Only for you." It was true, which terrified him. His sexual appetite had always been moderate, controlled. With Sienna, he felt like a man drowning. She turned in his arms, handing him a mug of coffee. "We need to talk about this," she said, but her hands were stroking his forearms, her eyes dark with want. "We can't just—"

I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write. Mirabel has a lot on her plate, and it’s only going to get crazier from here. What would you do in her shoes? I can't wait to hear your thoughts and see you in the comments. Happy reading!