Taboo Stories.com Novels & Stories

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.

“Out loud. Starting from the section you stole.” Lila’s hands trembled as she took the pages. Her voice was barely above a whisper at first, but Kane’s sharp look made her speak louder. The words were explicit—far more explicit than anything she had submitted for class. In her panic and exhaustion, she had accidentally included passages from a secret erotic story she had been writing for herself… about him. “‘Professor Kane’s strong hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide across his desk as he looked at my dripping pussy with hungry eyes…’” Her voice cracked.

My skin felt so hot and damp, and between my legs was a wet mess, and the ache remained, refusing to fade even though I was now wide awake. Everything about that dream was so wrong, and forbidden. In our tribe, the Devil was the ultimate evil. My mother had raised me with terrifying stories about how he tempted good girls, how he ruined their souls, and how any woman who gave herself to him would bring shame and curses upon her entire family. We burned special herbs at night to keep him away. We were taught to fear even the mention of his name after sunset. If my mother ever found out I was having dreams like this, she would be heartbroken and furious.

Tara should’ve gone home an hour ago. The cleaning staff had already left. The whole floor was dark, except for the soft glow of her desk lamp. She claimed she was working on the Anderson pitch deck. But the tabs open on her laptop said otherwise. One showed a live chat with her best friend, daring her to finally act out the fantasy they’d joked about for years. Another had an online store cart open vibrators, silk cuffs, a discreet clit sucker toy. And the third?

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.

I’m going to die. “What am I?” More dangerous this time. More obsessive. “My Taboo step-daddy!” I cry out as cum rips from my cock, painting the sheets, my belly, and his scarred face. “Eat my fucking ass!” And he does. Hard, animalistic. Like cock tearing through a hole. Tristan’s mouth feeds on my ass, tongue lashing my swollen buds, and his teeth—sweet infant satan—those teeth should be banned. “So tight. So—-

But there’s this secret side of me, another side of me, the one I keep locked away, where I let myself be wild. Tonight, that side’s winning. My phone buzzes, and I grin, grabbing it. The app’s hidden behind a fake calculator icon, my little secret. It’s him, the stranger I’ve been texting for months. On the app, he’s ShadowWolf, and I’m FireVixen. The name’s cheesy, but it fits the vibe—hot, dangerous, no strings. “What are you wearing, FireVixen?” ShadowWolf asks. I glance down at my outfit: an old T-shirt that’s too short, barely covering my black lacy panties. I bite my lip, typing fast.

This time I was serious. I typed “p**n addiction help” into the search bar and clicked the first promising link: “10 Telltale Signs of P**n Addiction: How Majesty Knight’s Resources Can Help!” I let out a long, shaky breath and leaned forward, elbows on the desk. A small flicker of pride warmed my chest. I was finally taking a step. Reading the first few lines, I actually felt… hopeful. Then the screen flashed. At first I thought it was my shitty old laptop acting up again. But the article stuttered, glitched, and vanished. In its place came a flood of photos and short video clips. All of him.

She’s starting to see it. She says things like, “Why is my dad always asking where you are?” And “He’s been acting weird since you moved in.” And “You two never used to talk. What changed?” And I don’t know what to say. Because what changed? Everything. Last night, we were all playing cards. She was in the middle of telling me about some guy she liked in class, and Dean was sitting across the table sipping whiskey like he wasn’t the reason I couldn’t sit straight. I could feel his cum still inside me. I swear to God. I’d been full of him since 3 p.m., and I wasn’t allowed to shower. That was one of his rules.