Taboo Story 소설 & 이야기

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 was still at my desk. Lights low. Office quiet. Campus dead after 8 p.m. I told myself I’d skim it. Instead, I read every word. It wasn’t just erotica. It was a confession. A blueprint. A loaded gun with my name on the trigger. Because I knew exactly who the story was about.

I could feel pleasure from both holes, with two of his fingers in my ass and one in my pussy. He rubbed my clit with the tip of his dick and spread my lips. " No, stop, Jeremy! Our parents are going to find out,” I cried, trying to close my legs, but he pinned me down and placed one of my legs on the cabinet. I couldn’t deny it, I loved what was happening. " Who’s going to tell them? You’re going to act like a good girl and keep your mouth shut,” he said, plunging his cock into me. “Fuck…” A moan escaped from my mouth as I grabbed the edge of the cabinet tightly.

he promised darkly, swimming away with a smirk. The dinner was torture. Under the table, his bare foot slid up her calf, teasing higher until she nearly dropped her fork. Their parents remained oblivious, chatting about work and weekend plans. That night, Emma lay in bed replaying every touch, every look, every forbidden word, and her body burned for more.

“This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else… including any normal life next door. You’re my dirty little secret now.” I slipped back home leaking and addicted, knowing I’d be back tomorrow. The next few days became a dangerous game. Tyler fucked me in his garage while Lauren was at yoga. He fingered me under the table during a neighborhood potluck. Once, he pulled me into his bathroom while Lauren was in the shower and made me ride him on the toilet, hand over my mouth the entire time. Each time he filled me. Each time he told me I was his. But the real risk came on Friday night.

“Fill this taboo womb until it swells with my baby. You want your step-brother’s child, don’t you? Say it.” “Yes!” I cried, another orgasm ripping through me. “Yes, breed me…please fill me up!” He buried himself deep and came with a guttural roar. Pulse after thick pulse of hot cum flooded my pussy, so much it spurted out around his cock with every twitch. He stayed inside me, grinding slowly, pushing it as deep as possible. When he finally pulled out, he took his phone and recorded a short video of his cum leaking from my used hole. “For the Morenos,” he said, but his eyes told me he was keeping it for himself too.

"Oh, baby. How were you supposed to know? I don't like to talk about it much, but I knew eventually, it would have to come out." I pulled back a little bit so I could look him in the eye. "I get it. I really do. Some areas of this are really hard for me because it's so… so taboo and so…so… naughty that I feel like I'm a whore." "But you're not! You're not doing anything wrong,"

My fingers trembled the whole time. Ted watched. He didn't help. He just stood there, arms crossed, chest heaving, looking at me like he wanted to tear my clothes off again. When I was dressed, I stood in front of him. We were face-to-face. Close enough to kiss. "Tonight, at home..” "This isn't—" I started. "I don't care what this is." His hand came up, and his thumb brushed my lower lip. "I don't care about professional. I don't care about appropriate, we can keep this taboo our little secret. I care about getting you alone and making you come so many times you forget your own name."

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.

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!

As we headed down the stairs toward the kitchen, my mind was filled with a storm of thoughts I could barely control. This was wrong on so many levels. Jake was my husband’s brother. He had come to stay for a whole month while my husband was away. I should not have been moaning his name while I touched myself. Yet the ache between my legs refused to fade. I wondered if he had also heard my pleading moans. A part of me felt embarrassed from the thought, but another part felt a dangerous kind of excitement at the idea that he might have heard me begging for him.