Tiny Taboo Novels & Stories

But there’s this secret side of me, another side of me, the one I keep locked away, where I let myself be wild. Tonight, that side’s winning. My phone buzzes, and I grin, grabbing it. The app’s hidden behind a fake calculator icon, my little secret. It’s him, the stranger I’ve been texting for months. On the app, he’s ShadowWolf, and I’m FireVixen. The name’s cheesy, but it fits the vibe—hot, dangerous, no strings. “What are you wearing, FireVixen?” ShadowWolf asks. I glance down at my outfit: an old T-shirt that’s too short, barely covering my black lacy panties. I bite my lip, typing fast.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Nikki kicks her pants away and stands in front of the window. "Maybe somebody is watching. I bring binoculars and I've gotten some good shows myself. Sometimes, I masturbate at the window watching others fuck in their rooms with the curtains open. I'm sure I've been watched, and it turns me on." My daughter reaches behind her, grasping the thin strands of her bra. "Our family is different. I'm sure you've had urges. I know I have." "It is still taboo." Nikki's bra comes loose in her hands. Her breasts barely move, her nipples long and hard. She casually drops the bra on the floor, still focusing out the window.

Laura was a freelance graphic designer who spent entire days hunched over her laptop, creating logos and banners for distant clients, but at night, her athletic body and defined curves — medium firm breasts that swayed with a promise of pleasure, a perky and muscular ass from hours of running, and a snake tattoo on her left thigh that symbolized her sexual rebellion, coiling like a reminder of unsated desires — transformed into a prison of carnal hunger. On that rainy night, around ten o'clock, the sound of water beating against the fogged windows created a constant and hypnotic rhythm, like a distant drum calling for something primal, while she rolled on the sofa wearing only an old, faded

Their eyes devoured me—Scott's gaze hungry, Ferd shifting closer on the couch, William muttering, "Fuck, look at those tits." "Bra too. Let 'em out." Scott pumped his fist along his length, a low groan escaping him. I hesitated, cheeks burning, but unclasped the bra, letting it fall. My breasts bounced free, my nipples were hard and pink. Ferd let out a "Damn," and reached out like he wanted to touch, but Scott slapped his hand away. “Not yet. Put off your Skirt next, Tyna. The. Panties last." The skirt slid down my legs, pooling at my feet. I stepped out, standing in just my panties, the damp spot already forming between my thighs betraying me.

It was huge and veiny, the light dusting of pubic hair made it look fiercer. Precum leaked at the top and the urge to lick it was maddening. "Stroke yourself for me Trevor, I want to see" His answering groan was enough agreement for me. He was feeling this tension too. His hands reached for his dick while his eyes stayed on me. I could see the list in his eyes as he stroked himself for the first time. My eyes trailed to what his hand was doing and I knew I had a kink already. I love watching guys touch themselves, stroke themselves, fuck themselves.

The sandwiches would take ten minutes anyway…. ---- Tabby

I nod slowly. Tabi has since wiped her eyes and looked like her normal self again, an extends a hand to me " I must show you something but we will have to be quiet and quick okay? don't talk and try to control your breathing because there are very sensitive creatures there, do you understand? " " I understand "

Tara should’ve gone home an hour ago. The cleaning staff had already left. The whole floor was dark, except for the soft glow of her desk lamp. She claimed she was working on the Anderson pitch deck. But the tabs open on her laptop said otherwise. One showed a live chat with her best friend, daring her to finally act out the fantasy they’d joked about for years. Another had an online store cart open vibrators, silk cuffs, a discreet clit sucker toy. And the third?

I am using Tabby as a cover and a distraction, but as time goes on, I am growing bored of her. “Yes, baby, right there!” Tabby screams, taking me out of my thoughts. I thrust harder as Tabby’s whole body stiffens as she rides her orgasm, “Mmmm, YES!” she moans. Sweat drips off her body, and I yawn as she cums. Once I know she’s done, I roll off her, and she stares at my still-hard cock. “Wait, you didn’t get off?” she asks her eyes the size of saucers. I look down at my dick, shaking my head.