Taboos Novels & Stories

“Why… what?” “Why haven’t you?” He leaned forward just a little. “Do you not like men? Aren’t you curious?” My entire face caught fire. Of course, I was! I mean, wasn’t everyone curious about their opposite gender at some point? Especially teenagers? But It was forbidden for me. I sucked in a sharp breath, gripping the hem of my hoodie. “I—I mean, I am… but it’s…” I hesitated. “…It’s a taboo,” I blurted.

"Think! If I close my eyes, I may miss my target. I know men have no control of their sperm direction when they ejaculate." "Gee, pumpkin, you know a lot for someone who has never had a boyfriend." "Dad, I didn't ask you to humiliate me. That taboo you mention is merely a convention of society. What is the problem with me seeing your damn cock if you're my father?" "Well, I'm not sure, but what I do know is that you've cursed a lot, Annabelle. That's not nice language for an educated girl like you." "If you don't want me to swear, so stop pissing me off with your silly comments, daddy," she snapped showing her small teeth."

My lips were parted but my words were gone. He leaned in just enough for me to feel the heat of his breath against my wetness. “Answer me.” I shook my head, wide-eyed, drunk on lust. “No,” I finally whispered. He tilted his head slightly, like he wasn’t satisfied. “No what?” “No one else could,” I said. “No one else would know how. They’d ruin it. Not the way you would.” He smiled. “They’d panic the second they saw you like this,” he murmured. “They’d come in their fucking pants before they even touched you. You think any soft little boy could look at this perfect virgin pussy and know how to own it? How to break it in properly?”

“No filming. Yet. Impress us—or we post your bisexual meme pages to your moms.” Toni tossed a popcorn high, caught it in her mouth with a snap. “Checked your I***a stories” she said. “Rainbow flags. Thirst traps. Fucking each other won’t be a problem. Entertain.” Brianna licked butter from her fingers slow, eyes gleaming. “Make it gay. Make it hot. Make us wet” she said. “Or we leak your browser history—‘Twink gangbang 4K’.”

No, no number five was not going to happen… she was sure that Lila must have at least one thing on her own list that she would absolutely not be able to do. Unfortunately, number one was also one that made her want to throw up. Even though she felt that anal and lesbian sex was wrong, it didn’t completely revolt her the way the idea of having someone pee on her did… she couldn’t do it. Maybe… maybe if it was absolutely necessary, but not unless she had no other choice in order to beat Lila.

“No worries at all, darling. Take your time.” Her footsteps faded down the hall. I sagged against the counter, Derick’s cum still warm and thick as it slowly trickled down my inner thighs. The sight of my flushed, well-fucked reflection in the mirror made fresh shame twist in my stomach , right alongside another pulse of unwanted heat between my legs.

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.

He asked in a quiet voice. I opened my mouth feeling uncertain about how to answer him and let out a heavy sigh. “Was it wrong of me for not wanting to? I didn’t mind talking about my past before, but now it feels like those kind of things are heavy topic to tell people about the abuse, my suicide attempt, and also that I was raped.” The words felt so lethal coming out of my mouth. “It feels like it’s taboo. If it wasn’t about the things that Chris had done to me then it’s about my depression and the fear from people thinking that I might want to commit suicide again. No one would want to hear something like that and to act normal like I wasn’t affected by any of it. I don’t want them to ch

Nothing mattered but to tell him. “Just stop. I know. If you keep going, you’ll break one of the taboos. Just stop.” I didn’t understand. What kind of taboos? “But I want to tell you,” I repeated, crying. “It’s so hard, so hard to fight alone. I am tired. Exhausted. Why did it have to happen again? She used me and threw me away. Everyone just uses me and throws me away. I don’t deserve this. I didn’t use her. I told her to stay away because I genuinely thought my presence around her would harm her.”

“Excuse me, sir, but I can't understand you. What do you want?” "I need lubricant, you know..." He was really embarrassed, he, who was always characterized as being so manly and masculine, was asking about what was taboo. “Huh?Oh! lubricants! Intimacy or anal?”The woman said aloud, capturing the attention of those close to her, especially that inquisitive teenager. “Intimacies!” She replied without thinking twice. The woman smiled at him and went to the shelf. The teenager walked over and looked at him stunned. "As if there was much difference between one and the other, both are used for the same thing? " He muttered out loud.