Tiny Taboo Novels & Stories

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby

Voices, laughter, and the scrape of shoes on the pavement. She shoved him down onto the low concrete ledge, yanked her pleated plaid mini skirt up around her waist, and hooked one leg over his shoulder. She had no panties on. She’d taken them off in the bathroom between second and third period and stuffed them in her bag. Her pussy was already shiny, the outer lips swollen and parted, a thick string of clear slick of arousal connecting them when she spread her feet wider. “Eat my pussy” she hissed. “Right fucking now. And don’t you dare stop even if someone walks by.”

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.

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.

GABRIEL Some opportunities fall into your lap exactly once. If you’re smart, you grab them before they hit the ground. My name is Gabriel, but you can call me Gabe. I’m 24, straight, or at least I was when the story started. I’m about to tell you how my roommate and I ended up having our asses passed around like dessert on a dinner table, right here in our living room. So sit back. Relax. Make sure you’re alone and grab a bottle of lube and a towel cos it’s going to get really messy.

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.