Novel & Cerita Taboo Story

she says panting quietly and I pull out my fingers from between her legs. I want to lick it too and know what she tastes like but…I need to be the voice of reasoning between the both of us. “What we just did is a taboo…we shouldn't do it again” I say to her and before she can respond, dad parks the car. “Liam and Gianna, you'll share a tent” dad says. We already knew, but hearing it again after what we just did speaks of a lot of forbidden things waiting for us.

My cunt was swollen, raw, and completely filled, the thick, white fluid slowly dripping out onto the dark wood. The woman looked up at me, a wicked, hungry smile touching her lips. Then, she leaned down and buried her face straight between my thighs, her flat tongue lapping heavily over my filled, hyper-sensitive center. The shock of her warm tongue hitting my hyper-sensitive flesh made my entire lower body jerk. I let out a loud, broken cry, my hips lifting completely off the desk as she swiped flat and heavy across my swollen opening. She didn't mind the mess at all; she drank it in, lapping up the thick, white fluid the Beta had left deep inside me, cleaning my skin with a fierce, hungry

“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

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.

"Stop it. That's ridiculous." "I'm completely serious!" she insisted. "Live a little! This is literally the craziest, most out-of-character thing you've ever done in your entire life. Maybe that's exactly what you need right now. A little bit of chaos. A little bit of something... taboo and different." She wiggled her eyebrows at me suggestively.

The flight back was a descent into a special kind of hell, a pressurized tube of recycled air and unspoken dread. The silence was not the comfortable, shared quiet of two people who knew each other well. It was the heavy, suffocating silence of a battlefield after the fighting has stopped, a silence filled with the ghosts of what had transpired. Emma sat in her business class seat, staring out the window at the endless expanse of clouds, but she wasn’t seeing the sky. She was seeing Mr. Dubois’s face, feeling his hands on her, tasting his cock in her mouth. She was feeling Mr. Carter’s brutal thrusts from behind, hearing his possessive growls, the sound of his voice as he commanded her to co

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

(Sexual Content) Toffe I was looking for a special gift for Elena, she was coming over to talk about what happened back then when she left. Something was not adding up, if she had told me she was pregnant, I would never let her leave. I was in a jewelry store when I picked up a familiar scent outside, I walked out of the store and saw my daughter Tabbie talking to a guy I didn't know. She was eighteen but he was not and I walked over, she turned around and said, "Dad," and he froze up before she hugged me. I needed that, I smelled her hair missing my baby girl, and linked her, "I love you," and she said, "I'm moving back, I love you too, I am so sorry, Dad," and I was happy to hear it. I tol

"I was wondering if you’d like to join me there." The air between us thickened, charged with something unspoken. I could see the flicker of contemplation in her eyes, the way her breath caught just a moment longer than before. The laugh lines around her eyes softened, morphing into a vibrant curiosity. "What’s so special about the Red Room?" “Well,” I said, leaning even closer, my voice a low murmur. “It's a place where inhibitions can be tossed aside, where you can surrender completely to desire. Just the two of us, away from the crowd."

Nwakali said while moving his hands in an amusing way. “I have always said this thing quite a number of times, but only a few people understands. When a child begins to play with fire, and no one tells him to stop, the child will continue playing with the fire until the fire consumes him or her," Nwakali stopped. He waited until the crowd shouted in approval before he proceeded. “A taboo has been committed in our land and the sad thing...” He stopped again to see the reaction on the people’s faces. They were shocked and waiting eagerly to hear the name of the culprit who had defied their gods.