Taboo Sec Novels & Stories

“Good girl. Take every drop. Let your womb drink your step-brother’s cum.” He lost control. He fucked me through three screaming orgasms, choking me, slapping my tits, calling me his dirty taboo slut. When he finally came, he roared and pumped what felt like liters of hot cum straight into my womb. So much it overflowed instantly, running down my ass in thick white rivers. “Feel that? That’s me marking you from the inside. No one else will ever have this cunt again.” “I don’t want anyone else… only you. Keep me. Ruin me forever.”

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.

"This wedding was worth attending. Someone get a video—this could go viral." "Never seen two grooms fight over one bride before." "And the one on the floor even brought a sidekick. Young people these days, huh?" The police shut it all down fast. Cecilia went to the hospital. Henry went to jail. Three years for assault. With things back on track, the wedding went on. Joe squeezed my hand, guilt in his voice. "I should've set up better security. You must've been scared." I met his gaze, his sincerity clear. I gave him a small smile. "It's not your fault. No one could've seen this coming."

I don’t want to keep bringing the past, but as Naina said, the society doesn’t approve anything beyond its norms, and then as we all know this is taboo, forbidden. We need to be very careful in meeting people who don’t judge us. It will be a very tough journey but you all need to stick together. Promise”? Noah stretched his hand and he smiled when everyone held his hand strongly. Moon looked at Lexi in his lap and Sky leaning at his shoulder and promised himself that he would never leave them, no matter what. ---- Tabby -----

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

She casually drops the bra on the floor, still focusing out the window. '"Taboo?' Really? Where the fuck did you find that word? Incest, Father. We are talking about incest. Having sex with your family." I shift in my chair. Maybe I'm too careful, but I need a clear sign. "Which is also illegal, and for very good reasons."

Aria cried out, her fingers digging into his hair, pulling him closer. The sound of the kitchen was filled with the wet, rhythmic slurping of his tongue. I watched the way her body bucked, her heels drumming against the cabinets. It was sick. It was twisted. It was the most inappropriate thing I had ever seen in my life. And yet... I couldn't look away. A dark, heavy heat began to coil in my gut. My pulse was racing in my ears, a thick, steady thrum. Despite the horror of it, there was something incredibly wicked and satisfying about the scene. It was pure, unfiltered taboo.

"But that's exactly what makes us keep going. The forbidden, the taboo... and you." The taboo of their age difference, the forbidden intimacy of their relationship, the risk of being discovered—all of it mixed with pleasure, making every moment more intense, more exciting, more impossible to resist. They remained there, entwined, sweaty bodies, warm skin, racing hearts, aware that this total surrender would change everything forever.

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.

Tabi just turned thirty. I played along with chief and asked for access to the security video, which he gladly obliged. I became obsessed with following my wife around the yacht on the video. All seemed normal the first week. Then we anchored in a secluded island bay. On several occasions, the owner would take female crew ashore with him and his friends. No cameras were on the small boats nor were cameras wherever they went while ashore. I was a little paranoid when I noticed that he had Tabi accompany him on most every shore visit, but I figured nothing would happen.