Taboo Sexual Novels & Stories

His voice was thick with lust making me adjust on my heels. “Alright. Let's have a chat. Leave the clothes on the floor.” He said pointing towards a chair in front of him. “Do you have a certain kink you gravitate to?” He asked when I sat down. “I enjoy many different things… like threesome, bisexual, anal, taboo.” “Taboo?” He cleared his throat. “What do you consider as taboo?” “I don't know… cheating housewives, step siblings, age gaps.” He smiled adorably as if the thought of indulging in this is cute. Then his smile dropped. And he's back to business. “Show me how you masturbate.”

“Can you to give me my first orgasm, Kai?" He paused, eyes locking onto hers with visible surprise. “Do you really know what you’re asking?” “Yes,” she whispered, clear-headed and aching. “I’m sure.” Kai’s expression darkened with heat. He knew how much dirty things she could do. "If I do this… you won't be able to walk out of here properly afterward.” Lila met his gaze, the forbidden desire thick in the air. “I don’t want to walk out properly.” She took the towel off completely, legs parting slightly. “Please, Kai…”

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

This touch will not be of a sexual nature, but instrumental. "'It will not be of a sexual nature,'" Lara read the phrase in a low voice, a mix of relief and confusion in her tone. "Power," explained Calleb, as if reading her thoughts, "is the greatest of aphrodisiacs. The excitement you feel is for power, Lara, not for me. I am merely your channel, your conductor. To confuse the two is a fatal error. Touch is a tool to test limits, to teach about vulnerability and control. Nothing more."

“That’s blasphemy.” He just grinned. “Nah, it’s honesty. Everyone calls me the bad guy. But I see you, Mirabel. I see what’s underneath that habit.” Then, God help me... he casually palmed his crotch and rubbed himself through those tight jeans. My eyes dropped before I could stop them. He was… hard. And my panties? Instantly soaked. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to calm the heat rising in me. I looked away, my face was on fire.

As they sucked each other's tongues and bit one another's lips, they twisted their bodies together mashing tits and grinding pussy mounds. By the time they moved into a scissor position, forcing and rubbing their wet cunts together, Paula looked to see the two guys standing side by side, stroking each other's stiff cocks as they watched the hot, live p**n in front of them. Bobby had her phone in his free hand and took pictures of the two women as well as their two cocks in each other's fists. She was so happy that their bisexual experience was apparently not going to be just a heat-of-the-moment one-time thing. She loved awakening others to the hidden, frowned-upon joys of taboo sex.

But his next question took me aback. “What else do you like, princess?” There was curiosity in his question and zero traces of judgment. He genuinely wanted to know what I liked. I never voiced it out, I always liked being used by them, but I’ve never really told either of them what I wanted. Maybe it was because most of the things I liked were all forbidden, especially since it always involved being with both of them. Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, cuckold, breath play. And a whole lot of taboos I couldn’t wait to try out now.

“I want you to stretch me open and fill me with your cum while Mom’s right there.” The dirty words made him grind harder. He shoved two fingers back into my cunt while his cock rubbed my clit relentlessly. The dual sensation — his thick fingers stretching me and his fat cockhead grinding my clit — sent me spiraling into a third orgasm. This one was shattering. My pussy clamped down on his fingers, squirting again as my whole body convulsed. I had to bite his shoulder to stay quiet. Waves of dark, taboo pleasure crashed through me, leaving my cunt swollen, dripping, and aching for his cock.

The emotional tether pulled tight, their friendship a lifeline in the storm of taboo lust, best friends lost in the glory of being used. The alternation grew frantic, cocks pistoning between pussy and ass like pistons, the men's grunts syncing with the girls' moans. Sara felt the peak building, a taboo ecstasy that blurred pain and bliss, her body a canvas for their anonymous fury. Another orgasm ripped through her, her screams mingling with Mia's as they begged in unison—'Fill us! Don't stop pounding!'