Taboo Sexual Novels & Stories

“I’m not sorry I did. You looked… overwhelmed. In a good way, I mean. Or a frustrated way. Both, maybe.” I let out a small laugh, embarrassed but honest. “Frustrated is right. The shift, the way you touched my waist at the charting station… it got to me. My ex used to get weird about me masturbating. Said it made him feel optional. So I stopped doing it around him. Last night I just couldn’t wait anymore.” He nodded slowly, like he was turning that over. “I get it….” The elevator jerked suddenly. The lights flickered, went out, then the emergency ones came on with that dull reddish glow. We stopped moving. Completely.

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.

Not this particular act. "It’s... it’s taboo. It’s forbidden. They’re step-family, and they're… they're doing that?” I asked, pointing a finger in the direction of the inner studio. “I can't watch it anymore. I can't, I'm sorry. You can give me other punishments for me coming into your studio. I could wash, clean, do anything. Take my phones. But not that. I can't keep watching that taboo..." I rasped, the words falling free from my mouth. He didn't respond—not yet. He moved, walking slowly toward me, his presence filling the room, making me smaller than I already was. He didn't look angry, but still… he was every inch intimidating.

"If it's so wrong, why did it feel better than anything?" "Because he's your brother. The taboo is part of the heat. And have you seen him? He's a fantasy." I stepped behind her, my hands sliding over her body, under her towel. "And this feels good, doesn't it?" She nodded, shivering. "And this?" My hand dipped between her legs. She gasped. "You're not ashamed here. Your body knows what it wants." She grabbed my wrist. "Not right now babe. You shouldn't..."

"Oh yeah, could we? That was the best sex ever, for sure. I never would have thought I'd be some kind of butt slut anal whore, but Mr. Canon's been teaching me so much about sex and sexuality. What's your favorite thing to do with him?" I looked to Tabitha curiously. She blushed -- an impressive deception, if it was that -- and took a moment before mumbling, "Um, he sort of gave me a... spanking fetish?" "Oh my gosh, hashtag spanking, hashtag schoolgirl, hashtag petite -- you guys are like a walking fetish video. That's so cool!" "How is spanking any different from the anal sex thing? Aren't we both walking fetishes?"

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.

“I promised you a pussy-fucking did I not?” I nearly sobbed with relief. Leaning over the massage table, I spread myself and let him rip my panties off. “Say It” he growled, inches from my dripping mess. I answered without hesitation. “Fuck me. Please give me your cock—” He rammed into me, spreading my aching walls like an object built specifically for his dick.. “Tell me how it feels slut” he grabbed my ponytail, pulling my face off the foam. “Tell me how it feels to crave a forbidden dick.”

“Soren, now I don't care about fucking taboos.” “There are rules that bind us, even when our parents aren't married, yet it seems like it. We're doing the wrong thing, don't you think?” “I—” I tried to cut him off, to let him see reasons why this was so right even when it was fucking very wrong. But he just won't let me speak. “You're not supposed to see my penis and I'm not supposed to see your vagina either—” Shit. Why was he so straightforward? Penis and vagina?? Oh, good lord! He just makes me feel hotter and hornier.

Came quiet, holding tight. The decision came. We'd go, faces neutral. But under, fire burned. At the wedding, tension was high. Danced close, hands brushing. Stole away to the guest room. Door locked, dresses hiked. He bent me over bed, fucked hard. Muffled moans, risk thrilling. Pussy sucked his cock clean after, on knees. Swallowed every drop. Back to party, secrets safe. Months passed, life intertwined. Moved in, world ours, love real. Taboo bound us, unbreakable. No regrets, only more to come.

“I would have told you, but you kept screaming, Officer Langdon. I thought you enjoyed calling me by my professional name.” “I do, but a name would be nice.” “Well, now you know.” “So, are you going to have a threesome with some other guy? Who are you going to choose?” “Tristan, you can’t just eavesdrop on my conversations without my knowledge. We need boundaries.” “But boundaries don’t make us have the orgasms we have. It's the unexpected. It’s the danger. It’s the taboo situations that make this so hot.”