Taboo Young Collections Novels & Stories

"I mean, I don't mind, but I don't want you to think I'm just going through all your stuff." "I don't mind," she said. "If you'd be willing... I mean, I'd appreciate it." I nodded and picked one of the boxes to let my phone rest on while I opened another. The first one just held boxed pantry items, so I moved that to the side and opened the next. That one was full of sex toys.

Handcuffs with timers, chains, colored ropes, blindfolds, blindfolds with cut-outs, something that looked like a torture mechanism. My eyes glowed with awe and the exact fascination of a child walking through a carnival for the first time. The only reason I didn't gape like a stupid fool was because I made a conscious effort to keep my mouth closed no matter what I saw. That worked until I turned the corner and walked into the dildo section. "Whoa." I sucked in air. A furry ferret-looking clerk eyed me from behind the counter with interest but I dismissed her focusing on the mechanical dicks packed in boxes stacked on shelves around me.

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

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

I grabbed it back with a grin spreading across my face, the drawer revealing even more now that I dug deeper, a bottle of lube sitting there unopened, some silk scarves folded neatly in red and black, and a vibrator that buzzed to life when I flicked the switch on the side, the vibration humming through my palm and sending a jolt straight down to my pussy. My pussy clenched hard just looking at all of it spread out on the nightstand, imagining what Mom and Dad must have done in this very bed with these toys, the thought making wetness start to gather between my legs, soaking into my panties as I held up one of the silk scarves, the fabric slipping smoothly through my fingers like it was made

Tabi received an employee discount for her purchases, so she often came home with pretty nice clothes, which is usually what she wore to work. Tabi is known for being friendly, and many have described her personality as "Bubbly." She is petite at just over five feet barefooted. Her butt is round, curvy, and toned. She is athletic and firm. Her tits are not small or flat, but they are also not large. I would say like nice firm coconuts.

He flattened his tongue and dragged it down to cover my hole. With every second that passed, he became more forceful. He wasn’t gentle. He acted as if he was starved. Like the only way he could sate that hunger was by eating me out. He spit on me several more times, and when he spread my ass cheeks, and I felt his thick, hot, and wet tongue on my most forbidden hole, I lifted my bottom for more. He probed my asshole, pushing his tongue in and out, fucking me in a place that was taboo but not nearly as taboo as willingly and eagerly fucking my uncle.

She saw stars. "Cuming! Cuming! God! Yes! Fuuuuucccckkkk!" she howled once he bottomed out, ignoring the burn in her chest. The taboo of being fucked in her parents' house. Knowing Trey was devastated while Ken railed her. Everything only turned Lily on more.

"He can start tomorrow morning. But he will be treated like any other employee." As it turned out, being treated like any other employee under Vincent Cole was a form of exquisite torture. The corporate headquarters of Cole Industries was a towering monolith of glass and steel downtown. Vincent’s top-floor executive suite was an intimidating expanse of minimalist design, dominated by a massive oak desk and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. As his temporary assistant, my desk was situated right outside his heavy glass double doors. If Vincent thought the professional setting would cure us of our madness, he was dead wrong. The corporate environment only made the forbidden

“Total consent. No limits beyond what we establish upfront. Everything filmed, documented, for my book. Anonymized, of course. Your face blurred, name changed. But the data is real. The reactions. The limits pushed.” She flipped through the pages. Medical waiver. Non-disclosure. Consent forms with checkboxes for every kink imaginable: edging, bondage, pain play, psychological domination, exhibitionism, orgasm denial. “I study taboo,” he continued. “The things people crave but fear. The line between desire and destruction. You’ll be my subject. Live-in. Available 24/7. Free to leave at any time, but the stipend prorates. Finish the semester, get the full amount. Enough to pay off your loans a