Taboo Short Stories Novels & Stories

I should have stopped, but the curiosity was a dangerous fire. I grabbed her hips, parting them slightly to find my way. I pressed into her, and as I pushed forward, she shifted again, pushing her back against me. The contact was electric. I felt her juices coating my tip, and greed took over. I pushed half of myself inside her. It felt too good. Warm, tight, incredibly addictive. It was wrong, so deliciously wrong, that the thrill of the taboo nearly pushed me over the edge.

Anger, yes, but underneath it something older and far more dangerous, the same heat that had lived in the way he used to look at me when we were children and I was the one holding the power. A voice cut through the tension. “Well. Isn’t this cozy.” Tessa stood a few feet away, wine glass in hand, smile bright and poisonous. Two of her usual shadows hovered behind her. “Didn’t realize you two were catching up,” Tessa said. “How sweet. Old friends.” Jude’s expression did not change, but I felt the shift in him, the same cold focus that had settled over him in the coffee bar. Tessa’s gaze flicked between us, scenting blood. “You know, Lila, that little video from the coffee place is still circu

one of the men yelled, and the others backed him off. I grabbed the pole and swung over it the way I knew how to, with my ass cheeks jiggling like jelly. Then slowly, my bra went off, and my breasts dropped free. I never went further than that. “Now who wants a private cock tease?” I said again, and they all screamed, ‘ me …me’ “I might die tonight if I don't fuck that pussy of yours”, one of the men said, and I smiled. “Then get your tablet and better stake high”

And between my thighs, i can feel my swollen pussy pulsating and Jake's cum starting to dry. I clean up as best I can. My fingers are still shaking. There's a bruise forming on my hip. A mark on my neck. I can't hide this. They're going to know. I panic pacing my bedroom. --- I stay in the bedroom for what feels like hours. I can hear them in the living room. Laughter. Whiskey glasses clinking. The sound of the fire being stoked. Mark is awake now. He's not passed out anymore. He's talking to his brothers like nothing happened.

She was animated like she had just found her soulmate. “Raelee White?” Tyr was confused. “Isn’t this Snow Fenner?” Winifred explained, “Raelee White is a character of a supernatural web drama she did last year called, Taboo of the Underworld.” “You watch such dramas?” Tyr asked. Winifred laughed. “Is it weird? This drama is actually not bad, but it never got popular.” “Why not?” Tyr asked again.

In many Eskimo communities, it is the height of hospitality for a man to offer his wife to a guest. Manuela Cole and her cousin, Marika, appear to be two average middle-class Americans. Yet the two of them indulge in behavior that many others would consider abnormal; indeed, the two of them commit what, in many societies, is among the oldest taboos known to man. But who is to say whether either or both are normal or perverse? A novel of major interest to any who hope to find and define their own standards of correct behavior. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.

I feel his body pivot upward. His hair rubs my breasts as he pushes through my big tits, eager to be nestled in my warm cleavage. ‘Yes, daddy.’ I really want to moan but I know it’d send me straight to hell. Just then, his teeth clamp on my nipple. “A-ah…” I release a throaty moan and jerk. On fire. Raw. My body is in suspension. The way his tongue licks around my bruised nipple soothes my skin. I swallow, humming in my head. I let my body feel how good taboo tastes.

The bathroom was already slippery, our footprints everywhere, the mirror fogged up. My sports bra was soaked and clinging to my chest, and Mila’s top had already come off. Juno had somehow lost her shorts, and Sammy was standing under the shower like it was washing away her thoughts. Her shirt stuck to her body like paint. Her nipples were hard. Everything felt hot and steamy and a little too quiet.

I couldn’t stop thinking about their hands. Their mouths. The way they stopped right when I needed more. It had been three days. Three long, agonizing, wet-panty days. And none of them touched me again. Not a word. Not a whisper. Not even a lingering glance. They’d turned the game back on me. And it was working. Because I was slowly going insane. I’d never begged a man before in my life. I swore I never would.

Lila POV I smile to myself when I take a glance at the reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back at me spells of one word; a seductress. Yes, that's what I plan to do tonight,seduce my boyfriend ànd have him f*ck me senseless. It's been a week since Mark ànd I made love ànd just as always,he left me unsatisfied. I have been pondering on how to make things spicy and steamy between us and this is the solution I came up with.