Taboos Novels & Stories

Isabella inquired. She wanted to know that she wouldn’t be arrested for what she was about to say because despite not being a law student, she was unaware if sleeping with one’s stepfather was a punishable crime. ‘Besides, all I know is that sleeping with one’s stepfather is considered a taboo and not right in any way.’ Isabella mused inwardly. Doctor Aubrey noticed the worried look on Isabella’s face and tried to calm her with a warm smile.

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.

Sebastian took a deep breath to calm himself, he stroked Tera's forehead, then playfully flicked her. "That's why we shouldn't discuss sensitive subjects tonight. Love is a sensitive matter, and exes are a taboo topic I don't want to talk about. Why? Because I only have bad memories associated with those two things." "Sorry, I don't mean to hurt you." "No! You didn't hurt me at all! I just don't want to remember anything about the past!" "Okay, fine. Back to the topic, so were you a gentle and sweet man like this in the past?"

MARKED BY HIS OBSESSION 4 EVA I wish that cock didn't do such terrible things to my mind, absolutely numbing my ability to protest. That was always my one rule. Always use a condom. And yet there he was, ordering me to. I'd already cum, so I should've just said "Fuck it." And walked out that door. But then his cock teased along my clit and I sucked in a deep breath, quivering against him. "I'm not on the pill," I said, shaking my head and looking for where the hell I left my purse. "Always condoms."

"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.

This touch will not be of a sexual nature, but instrumental. "'It will not be of a sexual nature,'" Lara read the phrase in a low voice, a mix of relief and confusion in her tone. "Power," explained Calleb, as if reading her thoughts, "is the greatest of aphrodisiacs. The excitement you feel is for power, Lara, not for me. I am merely your channel, your conductor. To confuse the two is a fatal error. Touch is a tool to test limits, to teach about vulnerability and control. Nothing more."

I wanted to check something else out. I opened my browser and typed the name of the university, plus the word restroom in the search box. What came up wasn’t what I expected. Turns out that restroom wasn’t just an old building with worn stones and moss growing in the cracks. It was a popular cruising spot. It had a history, a reputation, a page on a website that catalogued places like it.

She casually drops the bra on the floor, still focusing out the window. '"Taboo?' Really? Where the fuck did you find that word? Incest, Father. We are talking about incest. Having sex with your family." I shift in my chair. Maybe I'm too careful, but I need a clear sign. "Which is also illegal, and for very good reasons."

The thin dress clinging to her curves. “You wore that to a butcher’s shop?” he asked. Tara’s cheeks burned. “It’s what I had on. I wasn’t trying to—” “Liar.” He stepped in front of her, towering. “You wore that to see if the rumors were true.” Her breath hitched. “Rumors?” “That Dominic the Butcher’s mean. Big. Fucked up. That he cuts more than meat.” Her lips parted, but no words came. “You want a taste of that rumor?” he growled.

“Then I don’t think I still have anything to tell you.” “Why, Mom?” I moved closer, almost pleading. “Why can’t we love who we choose to…..?” “I have heard of different stories where stepsiblings marry each other. I have watched it in movies, read it in books, and it all ended well. Nobody judged them, so why will ours be different?” “Because we are Christians!” The words echoed through the room, dropping like a bombshell. “It is a taboo in our religion.” “And if we are going to do something right….. then one of us will have to let go.”