Romans & histoires Taboo Short Stories

💌✨ AUTHOR’S NOTE TO MY LOVELY READERS ✨💌 Hello, my lovely readers! 🥹❤️🌙 First of all, I just want to say a HUGE thank you to every single person who has opened Dark Tales of Midnight: A Collection of Taboo Stories and decided to take this journey with me. 🖤🌹✨

Tracy cut him off sheepishly, just as eager to get fucked, the taboo of the dick she craved being her daddy's only making her shameless cunt wetter. Dean's eyes darkened with the desire he'd suppressed for years. When he saw her in that alleyway, alone and fearless in that tight, little red dress, something inside him snapped. He wanted to fuck her senseless. Her daddy couldn't say that to her though. He'd lose his marriage, his little girl, his respectable life. His reputation as a doctor. So at the last second, he grabbed her and pretended to be a mugger, desperate to kill the urges inside him.

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. ‎Thanks so much for your support 💯 ‎

I reply, my fingers trembling as I type. My body is gradually reacting, and I’m lost in the fantasy—snowy nights, his hands, no rules. This is my escape, where I don’t have to be perfect Zara, the girl who’s got it all together. A key turns in the lock, and Jess’s voice snaps me back. “Zara, you better not still be texting that creep when I’ve got pizza!” I laugh, locking my phone fast, but not before ShadowWolf’s latest message flashes: I’d taste every inch of you. My cheeks burn as I sit up, shoving my hair back.

The short sound ripped out of my throat before I could stop it. He leaned into my ear, his voice a low, gravelly command. "You seem to enjoy the taboo, Angel. Much more than you’ll admit.” I felt him smile. “Listen. You’re going to watch every second of that taboo for the next three days. Every movement. Every moan. Every one of those forbidden fucks. Whether you like it or not, you’re going to love every agonizing second of it.” He paused, his breath fanning my ear. Hot. Then,

"Relax babygirl." His fingers trail a little higher, stopping right at the hem of my shorts. Which are not covering much if I'm being honest. I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Gavin's finger slides under my shorts the tiniest bit and I just about jump out of my seat. "Is this okay babygirl?" He whispers and I nod my head, not trusting my voice right now. His finger slides further under my shorts, grazing the top of my pussy. I glance over at him and he smiles casually. As if he isn't igniting a flame inside me.

Note this a taboo/Forbidden Romance I have a confession to make. There has only ever been one man I wanted: Logan Lawman. Completely off-limits and twenty-five years my senior Logan. He is a walking demigod, with his broad shoulders and deep voice that makes my toes curl. Oh, and he’s also my Dad’s best buddy. To say that I’m screwed would be an understatement.

“Sophie let me explain everything…he’s real here okay?. These books you see are fantasies that make things happen. Whatever sex you read from this erotic series, you would feel it. You want to feel it too?” Sophie nodded eagerly, already breathing faster. “Yes. God, yes I do.” Lucian looked at me. His eyes were still furious, he must think i’m stupid. Unfortunately, this was the only way out. Trapping another soul would protect me from being caught. I picked up the most forbidden book. “Shadows of Three” : a story about one powerful man claiming two willing women. As soon as I started reading aloud, the magic surged. Lucian’s melted into dark hunger. “Then let’s give her what she wants.”

“What are you trying to write?” “A short story.” “About?” I hesitated. “Someone who wants something he shouldn’t.” The words left my mouth. Then I immediately regretted them. Julian went still. Very slightly. But I noticed. Of course I noticed. He looked at me. “And?” “And what?” “What does he want?” I smiled slowly. “You ask dangerous questions.” “I ask necessary ones.” I leaned back. “What if he doesn’t know?” “Then the story is not ready.” I stared at him.

The numbers blurred. At lunch I went to the bathroom and locked the stall again. I was wet. I had been wet since the night before. I touched myself quickly, quietly, replaying the exact angle of his hips and the sound Sienna made when she came. The orgasm was sharp and almost angry. I cleaned up with shaking hands and went back to my desk with my face still hot. I told myself it would fade. It didn’t.