Tiny Taboo Novels & Stories

Everything Tabby had always wanted. She reached for her glass of water. It wouldn't fill that void inside of her, but it would keep her from ordering something stronger. Without her best friend around Tabby didn't enjoy these events as much. The less she drank, the earlier she would go home and get to video chat with her adorable goddaughter. Not that the baby did much besides sleep these days. Looking at that little human with its ten little fingers and ten little toes filled Tabby with equal parts joy and misery.

The corporate environment only made the forbidden nature of what we were doing infinitely more intoxicating. During the day, we played our parts perfectly. I handed him briefs, scheduled his investor meetings, and greeted his clients. But beneath the professional facade, the air was constantly burning. It was in the lingering, secret glances he threw at me from across the boardroom table while his executives argued over profit margins. It was in the way his eyes would slowly trace the fit of my button-down shirts when he thought I wasn't looking. It was in the deliberate, accidental brushing of our fingers every single time I handed him a folder.

It was the jackal—Tabaqui, the Dish-licker—and the wolves of India despise Tabaqui because he runs about making mischief, and telling tales, and eating rags and pieces of leather from the village rubbish-heaps. But they are afraid of him too, because Tabaqui, more than anyone else in the jungle, is apt to go mad, and then he forgets that he was ever afraid of anyone, and runs through the forest biting everything in his way. Even the tiger runs and hides when little Tabaqui goes mad, for madness is the most disgraceful thing that can overtake a wild creature. We call it hydrophobia, but they call it dewanee—the madness—and run.

She chuckles, shaking her head. The sight of her putting her makeup on and getting dressed does nothing to relieve the tension in my cock and as soon as she leaves I retrieve the shoebox from the closet shelf. Inside I find, not only some DVDs, but also mom's vibrator and a large dildo. Damn, I wonder if mom meant for me to see these. There are three DVDs in the box; Sorority Sex Kittens, 5 Rooms and Taboo. Just from the covers, the first two look hot. My cock is still hard from watching my mom, so I only see about 15 minutes of the first DVD before I shoot my load. I scan through the rest of that DVD as well as the second one, trying to figure out what mom likes. The first two have a lot of

“Her fingers—fuck—she’s really—” “She’s inside?” I whispered, feeling my whole body pulse at the idea. “Three fingers,” Sammy groaned. “She’s got three fingers in me.” That was all I needed. I dropped to my knees in front of Mila and yanked down her panties. Her pussy was shaved bare, pink, glistening. I didn’t wait. I didn’t tease. I spread her thighs and licked straight up the middle, moaning as I tasted her on my tongue. She grabbed my hair with both hands and let out a sound I’ve never heard from her before.

On the carpet, hugging each other. ------- Tabby

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Since they thought it was my money, they spent it very happily. Not only that, but after getting a taste of wealth and luxury, they became increasingly greedy. Mom received an invitation from the mall to an auction and took the whole family along. At the auction, Dad took a liking to an antique painting, Gale fell in love with a medieval necklace, and Mom set her sights on a sapphire ring. The antique painting and the medieval necklace cost five million dollars. The sapphire ring was the final item to be auctioned. "And now for our final piece—this sapphire ring. It's truly one in a million. In the last hundred years, only one flawless sapphire ring like this has ever been produced. Bidding

Tabby was dreaming. She knew she was dreaming but she couldn’t make herself wake up. She dreamt that she was in a straitjacket and the harder she struggled to free herself, the tighter her restraints became. She shook her head from side to side and realized that something was over her mouth. It was gagging her and she suddenly felt as if she couldn’t breathe. She fought the urge to panic and began to cough frantically. Her tongue protruded from her lips and she felt something rough and unnatural there. What was going on?