Taboo James Delaney Novels & Stories

He had a business to finish. ------- Tabby

Elara I was dangerously hooked after the second night I had with Lucian. My real world felt like a faded photograph. I moved through my workday like a ghost, smiling at patrons while my mind replayed every moan Lucian had pulled from me our previous night. I’ve never craved midnights more than I do now. I started arriving at the library earlier each evening, making excuses to be alone. My body was already tingling with need long before midnight arrived.

"From now on, observe everything. And remember who you report to." Lara stood up. Her legs were weak, trembling, barely supporting her. She felt light and dirty at the same time, euphoric and terrified. Had she just sold her soul? Or had she just bought her ticket to the top? She walked to the door, her legs feeling like jelly. As she left, she cast one last glance back. Calleb was already immersed in his work, the light from the screen reflecting off his impenetrable face. The temporary badge was still on the desk, a small red rectangle abandoned on the vast field of dark wood.

Trope: Religious Taboo / Age-Gap / Corruption kink / Forbidden (pastor x member), (father’s best friend) BURLB Jade is home for the summer, and her only goal is to corrupt the man who is supposed to be her community’s moral compass, Father Elias Thorne. Elias is a pillar of the community, a man of God who has spent fifteen years burying his Playboy past under holy robes. But when a storm traps him and his best friend’s daughter alone, the Shepherd discovers that this lamb is one with the sharpest teeth. Warning: This story contains explicit content, including; religious taboo (Pastor/Parishioner), age-gap (19 & 44), corruption, public risk & voyeurism, rough, choking & impact play, dirty tal

Behind closed doors, the rules don’t exist. Welcome to a world of dark cravings, intense control, and the intoxicating thrill of the forbidden. This sizzling compilation brings together a collection of raw, high-stakes erotic stories where boundaries are crossed, inhibitions are shredded, and surrender is the only option. In Book One: Escapades with Step daddy, nineteen-year-old Ella Monroe's wicked fantasies become a dangerous reality when she is caught spying on her stepfather, Sebastian. What follows is a frantic, high-risk game of lust played right under her mother's nose—filled with breathless encounters, sharp commands, and an addiction neither of them can control. From taboo

“Tatiana, this is the Delaney from County S. These cases involve not just the departure but also require additional support from above.” "I'm Delaney Cohen," Delaney introduced herself. "I'm Tatiana Konstantine ," Tatiana added. The two women shook hands, marking the beginning of their acquaintance. Delaney had been quietly observing Tatiana. From her looks to her figure, this was the first time Delaney had encountered a woman with such presence in New York. But she was just an ordinary woman. Why did the higher-ups specifically request her? Delaney couldn't see what made Tatiana special beyond her appearance.

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby

Tracy cut him off sheepishly, just as eager to get fucked, the taboo of the dick she craved being her daddy's only making her shameless cunt wetter. Dean's eyes darkened with the desire he'd suppressed for years. When he saw her in that alleyway, alone and fearless in that tight, little red dress, something inside him snapped. He wanted to fuck her senseless. Her daddy couldn't say that to her though. He'd lose his marriage, his little girl, his respectable life. His reputation as a doctor. So at the last second, he grabbed her and pretended to be a mugger, desperate to kill the urges inside him.

"What do you want, James? I already sent you the pictures. Isn't that enough?" "Pictures aren't the real thing, Amy," he said, standing up. He moved toward me, his presence filling the room. "I want to see that pussy live. I want to see how it reacts when I touch it." "You're a jerk," I whispered. “Pull off all those things. Baby, let's see how that pussy looks for real.” I didn't want to pull my clothes off, because who makes such outrageous requests? Blackmailers. And that's exactly who James was.

The boys my age were clumsy, selfish, and rushed, finishing in minutes and leaving me frustrated. Big Zaddy took his time. He made the denial delicious, the edging feel like sweet torture. He made the release feel like worship. And God, I craved it more every single day, even as the guilt gnawed at me. What if Dad found out? What if this was some married guy? I’m turning into exactly the kind of girl Mom would worry about. I finally ended the call after a few more soft praises from him.