Taboo Fantazy Novels & Stories

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.

He thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, making my orgasm build embarrassingly quick. Gavin thrusts a little faster, leaning over to whisper. "Do you like that babygirl?" I bite my lip and nod my head slowly. He smiles, and whispers. "Do you want to cum on my fingers babygirl? Let me taste you!" A soft moan escapes my lips and I close my eyes, nodding my head. He thrusts a little faster, pressing hard on my clit and my eyes fly open. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum, on the couch, watching a scary movie, with my brother's dad's fingers inside me. The worst part, I am loving everything he is making me feel right now.

"Next time, don’t bother me with spam messages." For a moment, Kira stands there, staring at me in shock. I turn and head into my office, shutting the door behind me. Right before the door clicks shut, I overhear what sounds like ‘she’s your fiancé, you asshole’ from Kira. She’s bad at keeping her feelings to herself, even worse at mumbling under her breath.

“We fantasized about it together. It… it made things very heated between us.” Elias leaned forward, elbows on his knees, giving them his full, undivided attention. His hazel eyes moved slowly between them, taking in every micro-expression, every shift in posture. “Tell me more about those fantasies. Be as honest and detailed as you’re comfortable with. This space is safe.”

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.

The thought should have terrified me, made me snap out of all this but Instead, it made my pussy clamp down hard around his thrusting cock. Marcus groaned at the sudden tightness. “That’s right. You want it, don’t you? You want your stepfather to pump this fertile little womb full of cum. Risk getting knocked up while your mother is halfway across the world.” My mind spun with the dark, forbidden fantasy. I nodded frantically, tears streaming. “Yes… yes, Sir. Please breed me. I want it. I want your cum inside me.” Marcus’s pace turned punishing. He fucked me hard now, the bed creaking beneath us, skin slapping against skin. His hand left my throat to reach between us, his thumb rubbing tight

😧 One of the black kids born & raised in the community named Happy, an Ebony-skinned girl at the age of 12, asks "You sure? You look shady." Tabby says "I had to help out, if I don't, what can I do? It's wrong they kill people. I'm not stupid."😰 Sarah comes closer, then hugs Tabby saying "You better not kill me or I will burn you alive."😢 With a tear coming from Sarah's eyes, hoping tabby will be nice to her but also upset at how she felt the need to do that. Sarah cries saying "I wanna trust you, Tabby. I really do!"😭

Sam desperately wanted to get back to the girl she was before New York. As she finished and was about to sit down, someone knocked on her door. When she opened it she was glad to see her friend. “Hey Tabs, want some spaghetti? I think I made enough for both of us.” Sam started to walk into the house but stopped when she noticed Tabby wasn’t following her inside. Instead Tabby was giving her a look as if she was some fascinating thing she’d never seen before. “What? Something wrong?” “Nope,” Tabby said, returning to her normal self. “Just waiting to see if your head will start to spin and you vomit pea soup.”

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.