Taboo Sexual Novels & Stories

“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.

“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.”

Where's the wrong in two consenting adults exploring their sexuality together? "The gun," I said. "The cigarette burns. The—" *All negotiated. All consensual. All part of a dynamic that worked for both of you. Yes, it was intense. Yes, it had elements that vanilla society would consider taboo. But it wasn't abuse, and it wasn't wrong.* I sank back into my chair, my head spinning. Because he was right—the memories didn't show Celeste afraid or coerced. They showed her engaged, aroused, often asking for more.

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.

"You..." "I'm eighteen," I cut him off, spreading my legs a little wider, letting him see everything. "An adult, like Mom keeps reminding everyone. And right now, I'm angry… and horny… so this isn't appropriate." "I mean... yes, you are an adult... but... you shouldn't be doing this in my presence." He rubbed his neck, trying so hard to avoid glancing down there. "I should probably leave now. Maybe we can talk later, when you are not....busy".

“Cum for us. Let it all go.” My vision went white, my mouth opened in a cry I couldn’t control, and my body convulsed between them. My pussy clenched around Renee’s fingers in hard, my ass tightening around Wolfe’s cock. Fuck i cummed really hard. When my trembling started to ease, Wolfe leaned over me, his chest pressing into my back, his mouth right at my ear so only I could hear him. His voice was low and certain, the kind of tone that left no doubt in my mind that he meant every word. “We will do this often, Aria,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “And it will be our dirty little secret.”

My cunt was swollen, raw, and completely filled, the thick, white fluid slowly dripping out onto the dark wood. The woman looked up at me, a wicked, hungry smile touching her lips. Then, she leaned down and buried her face straight between my thighs, her flat tongue lapping heavily over my filled, hyper-sensitive center. The shock of her warm tongue hitting my hyper-sensitive flesh made my entire lower body jerk. I let out a loud, broken cry, my hips lifting completely off the desk as she swiped flat and heavy across my swollen opening. She didn't mind the mess at all; she drank it in, lapping up the thick, white fluid the Beta had left deep inside me, cleaning my skin with a fierce, hungry

"The thing is, I don't have an issue with Master having sex with his sister or mother, nor do I have any issues having sex with his parents anymore, or Cindy, for that matter. I've accepted it's natural for him to do so. But having sex with my own seems sinful in a way his having sex with his family does not, probably because they are my parents. It doesn't really matter what the law says; we've been raised to believe it's wrong. So I can accept him having sex with his and you with yours, because the law says it's fine, but my own is entirely different somehow, because they're mine." "I know. I liked having sex with Dan and Harry on Memorial Day and Dan since. But thinking about sex with my

I couldn’t stop shaking, my fingers hovered over the page, frozen in place even though my journal was still open on the bed, Lane’s voice from our last session echoed in my head, telling me to push through the urges, but it was impossible to hear him without remembering the warmth of his hand on my back… the weight of his gaze. The challenge had been simple, thirty days without sex, I’d barely made it past four.

The room is thick with tension, the audience barely daring to breathe, each person grappling with their own thoughts, their own desires. “This brings us to societal norms,” Liliana continues, her tone shifting to something more contemplative. “What is considered dangerous, deviant, or extreme is often a reflection of societal fears and taboos. In the West, certain sexual acts are still seen as dangerous or wrong, but in other cultures, they are embraced as natural expressions of love and desire. What one person might consider extreme, another might see as the norm.”