Taboo Sex Stories. Novels & Stories

“You mean actually go to one of those places?’ I couldn’t believe he was serious. A friend had told me that he’d been to one of those peep-hole affairs while on holiday in Europe. He said laughingly that someone had actually been vacuuming the little cubicle while the girl on the turntable postured and pouted for the customers! But that was Europe. I didn’t think we in Britain could ever be so dismissive about sex. ‘Paying to watch women expose themselves. It’s so. . . seedy,’ I said, imagining the unsavoury darkened booths, the men in raincoats huddling in their seats, hands jiggling at themselves while their eyes were pinned to the anonymous woman on show. Even as I protested, I felt a fli

Our bodies said everything. “I love you,” Frank said suddenly. “Not just this. I love being with you.” My heart swelled. “I love you too,” I whispered. “More than I should.” We talked about our feelings. It was more than sex. We connected deep. He understood me. I made him feel young and alive. The taboo made it stronger. But it also made it scary. The next day we took more risks. Mom went to the store. We had thirty minutes. I sucked him in the kitchen. On the counter. I took him deep while he sat on a chair. Then he bent me over the table and fucked me. We came together fast.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

A robust man leaned on the sofa, half naked, while two ladies pleasured him with their touches. Some ladies gave men blow jobs on the seattes. They glanced at Brittany as she walked in, their tongues gliding and bobbing up and down the man's cock. Brittany's brows creased. What on earth is going on? She's only been to a club, not once but twice and that was when she was in high school. Never had she seen anything like this before. Was this the kind of club her uncle ran??? The realization hit her like a jolt of electricity.

The air smelled of richer, heavier scent of sex that clung to all three of them. Viktor set Lucien down on all fours in the center of the furs. The heat from the fire licked across the pale curve of his back and the still-glistening cleft of his ass. A slow trickle of cum ran down the inside of one thigh and dripped onto the fur beneath him. Lucien’s cock hung heavy and hard between his legs, the head flushed dark and wet.

Climbing onto the bed, I kicked the duvet aside and spread my legs wide, then grabbed my earphones and hit play on my favorite audiobook. “Hello… Daddy.” I activated the audio play. The low, velvet voice filled my ears instantly. “Mmm, Laila… you came back, baby. My naughty little slut. Close your eyes for me and spread those pretty legs wide and let your fingers slide down between your thighs. I want you to feel how wet you already are just from hearing my voice.” I obeyed without hesitation, kicking the sheets aside and parting my legs shamelessly on the bed. My fingers tremble slightly with excitement as they trail down my stomach and settle between my cherry folds.

Heat flooded my face, but my pussy clenched around Marcus's fingers anyway. She continued. “You masturbate, right? You read dirty books while playing with your pussy in the goddamn library.” The embarrassment mixed with arousal in the most humiliating and thrilling way. Marcus slowly withdrew his hands, wiping the wetness on my thigh as he straightened himself. His voice was calm yet had this controlling aura. “This is a private matter, Miss…” “Sarah,” she interrupted, completing her own name. She stepped closer, eyes flickering between us with clear heat. “And if you want me to keep quiet about your little fuck hours, professor, you have to include me too. Fuck me, right now.”

Lucas’s head snapped up and his lips parted, but no words came out. Ryan swallowed hard, so loud it could almost be heard in the pin drop silence that filled the room. It was no news that Zoe was sexually adventurous. She loved sex. Lived for it, craved it every night, thought about it every day, even while at work. She was always updated on the latest sex trends and would find new ways for her and Ryan to spice things up in the bedroom.

Gavin starts talking again. "You are young though, I'm sure you don't want a kid. Especially not with some old guy that happens to be your brother's dad. I, we can go to the store tomorrow and get you one of those pills. I'm sorry Naudia. I should have used a condom, I just got carried away because you are so sexy and I have wanted you for so long." Gavin rambles and I smile.

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."