Taboo Short Stories Novels & Stories

“Gonna fill my stepsister’s unprotected pussy.” The taboo words sent me spiraling again. “Yes—please, Kai. Fill me. Breed me.” With a deep groan he slammed in to the hilt and came. I felt every thick pulse, every hot spurt of his cum flooding deep inside me. There was so much it started leaking out around his cock immediately, dripping down my thighs.

"No flirting with me. No lingering glances, no accidental touches, and no late-night trips to the kitchen in your underwear. Am I clear?" A startled laugh escaped Javed’s lips before he could stop it. "Flirting with you? You’re the one who trapped me against the counter last night!" Martin didn't smile. He didn't even blink. His expression remained deadly serious, a muscle jumping in his jaw as he stared Javed down. The sheer gravity in his eyes sent a sudden, violent pulse racing straight to Javed’s core. The air in the room instantly grew heavy, thick with the unsaid truth: Martin wasn't making the rule because he was annoyed. He was making the rule because he was terrified of his own lack

I needed someone who could take one look at me in this dress and know exactly what to do. The Uber ride home felt endless. I kept my thighs pressed together, the vibration of the car only making the ache worse. My mind drifted, uninvited, to Kelvin. My stepbrother. Tall, dark-skinned, built like he spent every free hour in the gym. I had caught glimpses of him in the hallway after showers, towel low on his hips, and the outline alone had made my mouth water more than once. I always shoved the thought away. Taboo. Wrong. Off-limits.

Aiden nearly whispered as he shifted in his seat. Evelyn shrugged. "It's like what you said about passion; just a little closer, more personal, and sometimes even a little more wicked. More taboo. It makes things just a little more... provocative." "Taboo?" "You know, like going against the rules." "Wow, Mom. I would have thought you would be 'safety first' and 'by the book' and all that jazz." "I guess there are still things about me you don't know." "I guess so," Aiden said, "What about the pill?"

But the man on the other end just kept talking about supply chains without being aware of the immoral act going on under the desk. I made quick work of the buttons, peeling the fabric back. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. He sprang free, hot and rigid, a stark contrast to the cool air of the room. He was magnificent and terrifying. I looked at him, the crown of his member weeping a single bead of moisture that caught the stray light under the desk. I glanced up. The underside of the desk was just inches above my head. I could hear the rhythmic tap of Julian's pen on the wood above, tap, tap, tap, a silent metronome for my performance.

I’ve read a lot of things in my ten years of teaching. Late-night essays, drunken rants passed off as “creative expression,” confessions disguised as poetry. But none of them ever made my cock hard. Until hers. Until Mira Callahan handed in her extra credit assignment. It was a short story, printed neatly in 12-point Times New Roman, double-spaced like I asked. But the first sentence hit like a punch to the gut: “He wasn’t supposed to touch her, but he wanted to. And when she leaned back on his desk and spread her legs, he forgot what ‘supposed to’ meant.”

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.

what could she possibly do that I haven't or don't have plans to? My fingers went to my lips as I thought if the things I habe been up to lately. We have both seemed to forget all about how it was like an unspoken taboo. Yes, we don't share mothers but we are brother and sister which makes it a whole new level of shit but it appeared the urge to satisfy my monster urges and his crazy indulgence was more than any other thing. "Why are you smiling?" That seemed to bring me out of my reverie. I immediately frowned.

Tara had been curious about her roommate, Gordon ever since that day she caught him jerking off in her panties. Ever since then, the memory of his cock wrapped in her panties had consumed her. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was a nerdy guy and looked rather sexy for a nerd. She had been shocked to see him rutting into her panties that day and he had looked so mortified, she thought he would pass out from embarrassment. He avoided her like the plague since then but Tara couldn't stop imagining his huge, throbbing shaft pressed against her. So when a package arrived at their apartment for Gordon, she immediately opened it.

“Your eyes tell a different story than your words.” A blush, hot and shameful, crept up Susan’s neck. She looked away, her gaze snagging on the rough texture of Kayla’s worn jeans, the slight bulge of muscle beneath the denim. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Oh, I think you do.” Kayla’s hand, surprisingly gentle, reached out, her fingers brushing the stiff fabric of Susan’s wimple, tracing the line of her jaw. The touch sent a jolt, sharp and electric, through Susan’s entire being. “You’re aching for something, aren’t you? Something forbidden.” Her thumb stroked Susan’s cheekbone, a feather-light touch that felt like fire. “Something… real.”