Taboo Synonym Novels & Stories

“I’m going to come so hard inside this pussy, baby girl. Daddy is going to fill you with his seed.” She shook her head and I could feel her protest, but it was too late for the both of us. That dildo stretching her ass, my cock ramming deep in her soaked hot cunt, I was doing her bare, fucking her raw; nothing between us. Skin to skin, I was about to come inside my daughter’s pussy, and nothing could stop me. She was screaming and coming and I was right behind her. The pressure of her sweet hot sex, the first fuck of a virginal hot pussy, and the taboo... the raw dirtiness of what I was doing to her. Hard and fast I jack hammered my dick into her rippling cunt her inner muscles gripping me o

Tonight, every night for a week and maybe days too. --- Tabby

“It might be a taboo, but who cares? For someone like me, I can desire for that thing.” “You what now?” “Nothing, I am just glad that you are threating me as your friend.” From those seemingly innocent smiles, hides his growing lust. The sin that is a casual thing to begin with and especially towards him who is an embodiment of one. The taboo that everyone might call it is something that is natural to the ones like him. A desire and a shift of emotion that he wanted and fast. “One day and another, I shall have what I desire the most.” “DON’T you get it, Tucker?”

"I guess. I mean I didn't picture you two, but I did have an image of Duncan and I at dinner, me looking provocative and Duncan having a boner." "Ugh, don't refer to it as a boner, please. That makes it sound so... high school. Call it something else please!" Kelly grinned at that. "I'm not just talking about having an image pop into your head either. It's more about just having the thoughts swimming around in your head, you know. Like just knowing that Ed knows that I'm fucking my boss, and he likes it. It's so taboo, you know. You aren't supposed to do things like that, and yet..." Marie said.

JAY'S POV. The moment I stepped inside, Jake slammed the door behind me, pinning me right against it with a hard glare. His fingers curled tightly against my arms, triggering both fear and something hotter in my veins. “Tell me Jay, did you forget what you said earlier today? You called me a predator, yeah? You said I was disgusting. You said I was taking advantage of you,” he leaned in so close that his breath fanned my face, making me swallow hard.

“You’d take Daddy’s cock like a good girl, wouldn’t you? Creaming all over my dick while I stretch you open. Tell me you want it, sweetheart. Tell Daddy how bad you need this married cock ruining your tight little pussy after weeks away in that dorm.” My legs shook. I pinched my hard nipple hard, plunging my fingers faster, imagining him splitting me open right there on his bed. The taboo — my coach, the man who raised me after Mom left, jerking off thinking about him while I was supposed to be safe in the dorms — only made me wetter and filthier. His strokes turned brutal. “Brandi… fuck yes, baby… Daddy loves his little stepdaughter so much. Gonna fill that young womb with my hot cum… breed

The bathroom was a sanctuary of white marble and polished chrome. It was a space designed for luxury and relaxation, but for Emma, it was about to become a stage. The glass walls of the shower were transparent, a clear barrier that offered no privacy, no escape. She knew he was watching. She could feel his eyes on her, a heavy, palpable presence, even before she stepped under the hot spray.

Our bodies said everything. “I love you,” Frank said suddenly. “Not just this. I love being with you.” My heart swelled. “I love you too,” I whispered. “More than I should.” We talked about our feelings. It was more than sex. We connected deep. He understood me. I made him feel young and alive. The taboo made it stronger. But it also made it scary. The next day we took more risks. Mom went to the store. We had thirty minutes. I sucked him in the kitchen. On the counter. I took him deep while he sat on a chair. Then he bent me over the table and fucked me. We came together fast.

Not this particular act. "It’s... it’s taboo. It’s forbidden. They’re step-family, and they're… they're doing that?” I asked, pointing a finger in the direction of the inner studio. “I can't watch it anymore. I can't, I'm sorry. You can give me other punishments for me coming into your studio. I could wash, clean, do anything. Take my phones. But not that. I can't keep watching that taboo..." I rasped, the words falling free from my mouth. He didn't respond—not yet. He moved, walking slowly toward me, his presence filling the room, making me smaller than I already was. He didn't look angry, but still… he was every inch intimidating.

’ he asked, his breath warm against my ear, lips close enough that I shivered, his hands starting to move, soaping up a washcloth with slow, deliberate motions. I nodded, leaning into him, feeling his heartbeat against my back, steady but quickening, and the hard length of his cock pressing firmer against my ass now, trapped between us in the water. ‘Mmm, yeah, Daddy. It feels nice having you here like this.’ My words were honest, laced with the desire bubbling up, and I arched my back just a little, grinding subtly against him, testing, my mind screaming with how wrong but how good it felt, the taboo of it making everything dirtier, hotter.