Taboo Sec Novels & Stories

I was just scrolling through I*******m when I caught a old gym shot of Leo —shirtless, sweat glistening on those rock-hard abs. My thumb hovered around his abs. Then my mind drifted to a few weeks ago, his bathroom tap had gone haywire. He had barged into my bathroom without permission, and I saw him completely naked as he took his shower. I’d seen everything—his thick dick hanging heavy, the lines of muscle disappearing lower. I’d slammed the door and acted disgusted, but the image had burned into my brain. It haunted me in the shower, late at night when my hand slipped under the covers without thinking, imagining his dick in my tight pussy.

“Every need. Every want.” Mr. Hargrove cleared his throat and continued with the paperwork, but I barely heard the rest. My mind spun with the implications. I was twenty-one, technically independent, but suddenly tethered to this man—my father’s best friend, the one whose lap I’d sat on for years, the one who’d just fingered me in his bathtub this morning. The taboo of it made my pulse race between my legs.

"Do you... think about it too?" Uncle Kilton swallowed hard. "Every damn night, baby girl." His hand lifted like he wanted to touch me but he held back, just brushing his fingers lightly against my arm. The touch sent electricity through me. He let out a heavy breath and looked away. "Jojo... this is wrong. Your mother is my sister, what kind of man am I if I do this? It feels like abomination, I don't think I can..." "Daddy you can." The dirty words lipped my lips as I even closer until my body was almost touching his. "It's forbidden... I know that. But I don't care, I want you. All of your cock in me"

Mani said when she least expected her to say anything and it was safe to say that it made her flinch. “Yeah, I am just curious about him,” she admitted. “Everyone acts like his name is a taboo whenever it is mentioned.” “When the mention of something causes so much pain, it might as well be considered a taboo.” “Pain?” Regina moved closer to Mani who continued staring ahead, her curiosity peaking over the roof.

Chapter 4: The Full Canvas The studio was alive with low, sensual lighting and the faint scent of incense mixed with paint and sex when Lucian locked the heavy doors for the most ambitious session yet. It was well past midnight, and the only people present were Lucian, Joshua, and four carefully chosen men, trusted patrons and fellow artists who understood the rules: complete discretion, and complete obedience to Lucian’s direction. Josh stood in the center of the large circular platform, completely naked, heart racing with a potent mix of nerves, excitement, and deep arousal. His body was already oiled to a golden sheen, the plug in his ass keeping him open and ready for what was coming.

My arms trembling beside me as I waited for what came next. But he didn’t get up. He didn’t even move. He just stared. And then he said the filthiest, most terrifying, most delicious thing I had ever heard. “Today’s lesson is control.” My breath hitched. “Control?” He nodded once. “You’ll learn how to cum without a sound.” My eyes widened. “Wait, what..

She leaned back, crossing her legs again, and her gaze slid to my stomach. My stomach. The way people always did. It didn’t matter what I wore. It didn’t matter how I carried myself. It didn’t matter that I was a whole human being with a mind and a history. In this palace, my womb had always been the loudest part of me. “You know why he wants you,” Nala said, voice lowering slightly. “Because you’re taboo.” I held my face still, but the word hit like a slap anyway. Taboo. Forbidden.

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.

There was a moment of tight resistance; she clenched, a sharper gasp escaped her, and then he was inside, fully, buried to the hilt in a heat that seemed to consume him alive. They both froze. The air rushed out of their lungs in a single thud. Her eyes widened, locked on his, capturing the expression of pure ecstasy and pure horror he knew was stamped across his face. It was the final violation of a taboo, and the final fulfillment of a desire. It was the place from which there was no return. And then they began to move.

I wanted to be fed with cock, slapped with cock, bent over, and dicked down like there was no tomorrow. With how addictive p**n was, I couldn’t keep relying on it or pleasuring myself all the time, especially with my family around. I could be caught. And when I am, my mom will think I am sinful and corrupt and might send me to a priest for confession or even ship me off to some religious reform facility. I couldn’t afford that. Not while I was waiting to get into college like everyone else my age. So one morning, after everyone had left, I found myself walking towards the park toilet.