Taboo Novels & Stories

The heavy oak door of Suite 1804 slammed shut behind them, cutting off the muted Murmur of the hotel corridor and plunging them into near total darkness, lit only by the golden grid of the city skyline pouring through the floor to ceiling windows. There was no transition, no polite conversation, and no easing into the dynamic. The moment the lock clicked into place, Marc’s hands were on Julian, pinning his wrists against the smooth timber of the door with an intensity that sent a violent, intoxicating shock straight down Julian’s spine.

The wet heat of her mouth clashed with mine, a desperate tangled mess of lips and teeth. We held onto each other like drowning people while the wood of the desk vibrated beneath our bare backs. The scent of the room was thick, heavy with the sharp, musk smell of two dominant wolves completely taking over the space.

′ Kartika explained calmly. “I”m not a weirdo! Anyway, why”s Wibu (AKA WEEABOO, the one who is interested in Japanese stuff like anime, figurine, hentai, and such. It”s called Otaku in Japan and considered trash. If Otaku is trash, so WEEABOO is the lowest class in society.)? Doki-Doki is weird enough and now”s Wibu. The ancestors are weirdos in every way! ′ Alfi said irritated.

He was trying to make him realize the intensity and crucially of the matter. "Forbidden? Taboo? Ohhhh shittt. Zeeeee". Fletcher helplessly slumped his head in his arms. "There is something else too, Fletch"? Alex was getting anxious. "He was just asking me if he loves someone that’s not acceptable in the society what he should do. And I didn’t know he was talking about me. And i told him that even though Love has no boundaries still there are things that are taboo. And not acceptable at any cost. And I don’t know how he took it.

But… he didn’t, there was a huge stone pressing down on his conscience. He didn’t even know that he had a conscience. He was no saint, his hands were stained with the blood of plenty, but he had never interfered with love, this was his personal taboo, one that no one knew existed. And yet, here he was, forced to step on his own taboo just to be a free man once again. A bitter smile spread across his face as he remembered that it was the violation of this taboo that got him on this path and now, as an ironic twist of fate, he was forced to violate his taboo to be fre

I literally felt so fulfilled. After a moment, Aunt was laying her back against the headboard; I was laying my back against her while her husband, still on the floor, on his feet, rubbing his cock, putting lube on it. I imagined he didn't like struggling. It was in this moment, when my aunt was kissing my back, holding me in place, almost as if I were about to run or something, that she was whispering in my ears that I should take her husband's cock in my wet teen pussy, did I believe that taboo sex was really happening in this world, not just staged in p**n.

The bathroom was a sanctuary of white marble and polished chrome. It was a space designed for luxury and relaxation, but for Emma, it was about to become a stage. The glass walls of the shower were transparent, a clear barrier that offered no privacy, no escape. She knew he was watching. She could feel his eyes on her, a heavy, palpable presence, even before she stepped under the hot spray.

We just pretend it never happened? …I don’t know what else to do. Your father would never understand. Then we don’t tell him. …You know it doesn’t work that way. Secrets like that always come out.* I want to scream. Want to throw my phone across the room. Instead I type: *I don’t care. I want you anyway.* The three dots appear and disappear for a solid two minutes. Finally: *You’re going to drive me insane, little wolf.* *Good. Maybe you’ll stop being so stubborn.

"Hot, if I may add. Peace said, looking so proud. (you know the smile your mom gives you when she's proud of you? yeah, that one)" I almost burst into tears but Gabriella warned me not to spoil her beautiful work. After saying thank you for the tenth time, Gabriella and Laura excuse themselves saying they have to go home to prepare themselves for the party too. Laura is also the wife of some powerful politician. I wonder how they are both so cool, unlike the proud rich people I've encountered in the past. After saying goodbye, I was left alone with Peace. "It's 7 already, you should be on your way now."

Sinclair didn't mind in one bit. He still went on grunting, his hands locking my waist in place as he rhythmically smashed into me. “Close the door on your way out.” He ordered, not even sparing him a glance. Whenever we had episodes like this, he would keep the door ajar. It was a kink of his. The exhilaration and excitement rush of getting caught. Desmond stood rooted to the spot for five seconds trying to understand the scene happening in front of me. And it was just when the orgasm rush was starting to get to my head. I gripped the edges of the desk and threw my head back moaning Jeff's name like a wild animal.