Taboo Sex Stories. Novels & Stories

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

Day after day I sat across from women who told me about rough hands pinning them down, about cocks slamming into their unwilling bodies, about the dark pleasure that came from being completely used. I had always offered comfort and healing. Yet lately my own body betrayed me. My huge DD breasts would ache with a heavy fullness, my nipples hardening into stiff peaks beneath my bra. A slick, shameful heat would build between my thighs whenever I listened to them speak of surrender. I would cross my legs tighter during sessions, biting my lip so hard I almost drew blood, trying to keep the soft sounds of arousal from escaping. What was wrong with me? Why did the tales of abuse ignite this forbi

I buried my face against his shoulder as pleasure crested sharp and overwhelming. He followed with a low, steady groan, holding me firmly through it. Afterward, we didn’t rush apart. He stayed. Tracing idle patterns along my back. “You’re thinking,” he said. “I am.” “Regretting?” “No.” I turned my head to look at him. “That’s the inconvenient part.” He smiled slightly. “I told you. Not casual.” Here’s the truth: It wasn’t taboo in the scandalous sense. It was taboo because it was intentional.

He still found a way to get his hand over my mouth and he slams into me. Something about this feels so taboo, so forbidden and it makes me even wetter. “You’re going to shut up and take my cock,” he grits into my ear. “You don’t want Daddy hearing how his baby girl gets ruined by his boss in the guest bathroom.” The filth of it makes me gush around him. He’s so big it hurts, but I take it. I want all of it, every fucking inch of his cock and every filthy word he has for me, I'm going to take it all.

I have a class to attend. ‎I scurried out of bed and dashed into the bathroom to take a shower. ‎I know what we just did is forbidden and a taboo, but I don't feel guilty for it. Not one bit. In fact, I so much loved it. Who would regret having hot sex with a guy who has a big dick and knows how to fuck very well? ‎**Author's note** ‎Are they going to keep doing it till their parents come back? ‎Let's keep going.

Kane stood directly in front of her now, so close she could smell his clean, masculine scent. “Interesting,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You wrote an entire pornographic fantasy about your professor. And then submitted it as coursework.” “I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, mortified. “It was a private document. I must have copied the wrong file.” Kane tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. “Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?”

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

My best friend Jade and I have been having sex to avoid getting pregnant. We didn’t want to end up a trailer park cliché, pregnant teen. But we needed sex. So we had sex with each other. It's great, but I’ve always felt like it wasn’t enough. Like I need to have a cock in me. I’ve never had sex with a man, so I don’t know. I’m pondering all this as Jade and I french kiss, naked, our boobs smashing together as I lie on top of her. We’re both 18, we just graduated from high school a few weeks ago, the threat of pregnancy doesn’t seem so scary now. Maybe that’s why I’ve been contemplating fucking a man lately. I think about it to turn myself on as my fingers travel down Jade’s body to her pussy

As we headed down the stairs toward the kitchen, my mind was filled with a storm of thoughts I could barely control. This was wrong on so many levels. Jake was my husband’s brother. He had come to stay for a whole month while my husband was away. I should not have been moaning his name while I touched myself. Yet the ache between my legs refused to fade. I wondered if he had also heard my pleading moans. A part of me felt embarrassed from the thought, but another part felt a dangerous kind of excitement at the idea that he might have heard me begging for him.