Taboo Story Ideas Novels & Stories

I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write. Mirabel has a lot on her plate, and it’s only going to get crazier from here. What would you do in her shoes? I can't wait to hear your thoughts and see you in the comments. Happy reading!

He asked in a quiet voice. I opened my mouth feeling uncertain about how to answer him and let out a heavy sigh. “Was it wrong of me for not wanting to? I didn’t mind talking about my past before, but now it feels like those kind of things are heavy topic to tell people about the abuse, my suicide attempt, and also that I was raped.” The words felt so lethal coming out of my mouth. “It feels like it’s taboo. If it wasn’t about the things that Chris had done to me then it’s about my depression and the fear from people thinking that I might want to commit suicide again. No one would want to hear something like that and to act normal like I wasn’t affected by any of it. I don’t want them to ch

I would say like nice firm coconuts. Tabi came home one day and mentioned that two men came in the store and shopped with her showing them various clothes. As she was checking them at the register with a few purchases, they told her they would like her number and said they had a well paying job for her. Tabi, being cautious and innocent, took their number instead and called them on her next break. They wanted her to be a dancer at a bachelor party. She politely declined and thanked them for the offer. When Tabi first told me this, I was a little pissed. "Didn't they see your ring," I asked.

“I also know you have a rule. No male clients.” My heart hammered against my ribs. “It’s a preference. Not a judgment.” A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “I’m a man of the law, Calvin. I appreciate clear rules. I also appreciate when they have… exceptions.” He took a slow breath, his composure cracking for the first time I’d ever seen. A faint flush crept up his neck. “I’m gay. Deep in the closet. And I haven’t… I want to try your service.”

On a side table, rows of red candles sat beside bottles of oil and lube. "What the hell?" Emma gasped. She never imagined Romero would be such a freak. She imagined him bringing sexy girls into this secret playground. Yes, he was rich enough to get girls who shared similar sexual kinks. She thought about how he would make their bodies coil with a mix of pleasure and pain... Images of Romero doing freaky things with baddies filled Emma's mind. A rush of heat flooded her body. Her nipples stiffened against her lace bra. It rubbed against the fabric. A warm, throbbing sensation bloomed between her thighs. Her pussy grew slick. The sudden wetness made her press her legs together.

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.

The mirrors on the side wall reflected everything, my muscular body driving into her, her legs wrapped around my waist, her full breasts bouncing wildly with every brutal thrust. “Look at the photos,” I growled, gripping her throat lightly. “Look at your dad’s face while I fuck you on his desk.” Isabella moaned louder, staring at the framed picture of her father shaking hands with some celebrity. The taboo made her pussy clench even tighter around me. “Harder!” she begged. “Fuck me like you hate him!” I pounded her mercilessly, the wet slapping sounds obscene in the quiet office. I flipped her over, bending her across the desk so she was facing the large window overlooking the gym floor. Any

“I didn’t kill your father, Laila. I know grief makes people desperate for someone to blame, but I’m not the villain here. It was an accident. I was simply at the scene. The police would have arrested me if I was guilty.” He moved even closer until his thighs brushed the edge of my bed. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Laila…” My pussy suddenly clenched hard at the way he said my name—low, rough, almost reverent. Since Dad died, I’d fallen headfirst into the darkest taboo p**n I could find. And now the fantasy was standing right in front of me, hard and conflicted and trying so damn hard to be the good guy. I could imagine how nice it would be to have him trapped in here with me and Mom walk

But my luck finally ran out. ** “Why don’t we just tell him, Selena?” my wolf, Lena, whimpered in my head. She was practically scratching at the surface, desperate to get to her mate. “Maybe things would be different. Maybe he’d actually want us.”** “No, Lena. We aren’t risking it,” I snapped back internally. “He’s notorious for a reason. He’d reject us and banish us without a second thought.” **“But—”** “No ‘buts.’ We stay hidden until we save enough money to leave this pack for good. That’s final.”

The words poured out messy and fast. “Dear Dairy, I did something that changed how I feel now. Leo walked in while I was touching myself thinking about his cock from that bathroom day. I was drunk and crying about how much I hate this family. He promised not to tell, then kissed me. His fingers made me come so hard I saw stars. He took care of me when I threw up, saw me naked, washed me. This morning the little touches at breakfast and in the hallway made me feel insane. I suddenly feel so different about him. I hate how much I want more now. I keep fantasizing about his cock in my mouth, stretching my pussy, tying me up and taking control. Rough stuff. BDSM things I’ve only read about. It’s