Novel & Cerita Tabú

Uhm… I just wanted to understand everything that happened last night better,” I whispered, even though I knew that was only half true. Lucian smiled. He pushed off the shelf and walked toward me, he felt close enough that I could smell the faint scent of aged paper and something darker, like midnight rain. “Very well, little librarian. But there are rules. Each book you choose will manifest its story through me. The words you read aloud become sensations on your body. The pleasure is real. It can make you moan, tremble, even come undone. But there is no lasting harm… unless you stay past the final chime too often.”

That big, heavy length strained against the thin, soaked fabric, the outline shameless—thick and long, the head of it swelling, the curve obscene, the ridge around the crown pronounced like a dirty promise. Even through the wet cling of the material, I could see it. The full weight. The kind of cock that would ruin you, rearrange you, split you so deep you’d feel it in your throat. “Dad… you’re here early,” Julia said with a small smile. I didn’t miss the flicker in her voice. Sometimes, I wonder if she ever thinks about him the way I do—though she’d never admit it. But taboos? They only matter if you’ve never tasted them.

I didn't kiss a guy for 5 years I'm pretty nervous. And then he touches my lips and it's going automatically. I get lost and almost forget where we are when suddenly the bathroom door opens and I remember Defne in it. I immediately let go of his lips and get into Deniz room before she gets out. "Vay, vay, vay, eniste!" Defne playfully adds in Turkish saying wow three times and uncle to Hudson. Eniste is used in Turkish as the husband of the sister or an aunt. I guess she heard us. They both laugh and I hear their steps going downstairs.

one of them who seemed to be their leader called with a sly smirk, as he could see right through me. He was a tall blond with a crew cut and rock-hard abs that rippled under his tank top. He gripped the base of his shaft hard, giving it a slow pump that made the head swell purple and leak a fat drop of precum. “You know what to do,” he said.

he said, voice perfectly casual, “what does Bataille mean when he says the sacred is only possible through profanation?” The room went quiet. Every eye turned to her. Ivy swallowed. The plug shifted as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. She felt the trickle of wetness slide further down her thigh. “It… it means that true ecstasy comes from breaking taboos,” she managed, voice trembling. “From defiling what is supposed to be untouchable.” Gabriel’s smile was slow, approving—and terrifying in its intimacy.

Everything else could wait. --- Tabby

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