Taboo University Novels & Stories

Babble replied within seconds, a wall of text filling the screen. Phoebe hit the text-to-speech button, and a robotic female voice echoed through the silent classroom. "Dear user, please rest assured. This system has gained full access to Pemberton University's internal admissions network. Should you fail to enroll as scheduled, our company will compensate you $5 million in emotional damages. We have a top-tier team of hackers working to ensure your success." The classroom erupted the moment they heard ‘$5 million’. "Holy crap! $5 million! So even if I don't get into Pemberton, I’ll walk away with $5 million? That's a win-win situation!"

He picked up a single sheet of paper from his desk and handed it to me. My fingers shook as I read the Rules; Address me as Professor at all times, Speak only when spoken to, you must wear Skirts or dresses only with no pants or underwear unless I specify, You will come when called, day or night, no excuses. You must obey completely. Failure of any will result in punishment. I looked up at him, cheeks burning. “ Sir, You can’t be serious.” His eyebrow arched. “Do you want to test me already, Miss Hart?”

ANNABELLE'S POV I assumed he was just going to fuck me once he arrived but I was still excited for the excuse. Hillian had been acting all secretive the whole evening and I freaking loved it. The way he kept glancing at the door, checking his phone and telling me to wait. All of it just made me want it more. Then finally the doorbell rang. Hillian stood up from the couch. "It’s here." My mind went straight to sex toys. I had mentioned once, as part of a joke, that I wanted to try more things. So I got giddy, shifting on the cushion, and pressing my thighs together.

"But that's exactly what makes us keep going. The forbidden, the taboo... and you." The taboo of their age difference, the forbidden intimacy of their relationship, the risk of being discovered—all of it mixed with pleasure, making every moment more intense, more exciting, more impossible to resist. They remained there, entwined, sweaty bodies, warm skin, racing hearts, aware that this total surrender would change everything forever.

Bolt suggested and Josh nodded because ues he didn't want to create a scene in the middle of the restaurant. ---- Tabby

She inquired and I nod . " Was it someone we knew ? The names weren't displayed . " " No , nobody that we knew. It was mainly the second years , I think one of them was a third year . " If a new born reprobate was on the loose around this university , then no one was safe . Especially not the humans . " University still hasn't opened ? " I ask and she shakes her head in disagreement . " It opened starting today but I heard many kids are actually leaving and returning to their hometowns . The ones who live here aren't planning to attend the classes . "

The room was filled with the usual crowd from our college days, a mix of guys and girls lounging on the couch and floor, laughing too loud at nothing in particular because we were all a few drinks in and feeling that buzz that made everything seem funnier than it really was. Jake, the host with his messy brown hair and that cocky grin he always wore, leaned back against the couch arm, his legs spread wide like he owned the place, which he did since it was his apartment. Next to him was Mike, the quiet one with broad shoulders from all those gym sessions he bragged about, his eyes scanning the room like he was plotting something. And then there was Tyler, the loudmouth with tattoos snaking up

For a moment, they were just two people, lost in a shared moment of ecstasy, a fragile truce in their brutal war. Then, he set her down. The moment was broken. He stepped out of the shower, leaving her alone, shaking and weak. He grabbed a fluffy white towel and dried himself off, then tossed it to her. “Get dressed,” he said, his voice once again cold and dismissive. “We’re going down to the bar for a drink. And you will wear the black nightgown.” Emma’s heart sank. The black nightgown. The relic from her old life. It was a cruel, twisted command, a way to taint her past, to corrupt her last remaining memory of a time when she was normal, when she was happy.

However, the area was always secluded, so not many people stayed or passed through it, especially early in the morning I had been oblivious all these while, just doing everything I could to regain my lost breath. When I finally turned to my side, I saw all three of the college guys standing there, their pants down, pooling on their feet and dicks jutting out like weapons—thick, veiny monsters way bigger than anything I’d ever seen or handled. “Thong boy,” one of them who seemed to be their leader called with a sly smirk, as he could see right through me.

"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.