Tiny Taboo Novels & Stories

Rie sighed. "Question am I alone in the condo?" Six's soft answer stopped Rie, I saw the pain pass in her eyes before speaking. "You idiot, I wish you had HIV, you idiot!" Rie said and continued cooking, Six and I also continued our story about what happened to her in those two years and the fight between the two of them and Rie did not stop. "Mommy," Tabi called me while he was next to Lynus who was just arriving, but instead of noticing Lynus, I noticed that Tabi was sweating.

"Stop it. That's ridiculous." "I'm completely serious!" she insisted. "Live a little! This is literally the craziest, most out-of-character thing you've ever done in your entire life. Maybe that's exactly what you need right now. A little bit of chaos. A little bit of something... taboo and different." She wiggled her eyebrows at me suggestively.

Scott grabbed my breast and bit down on my nipples. “Ohh… fucking God.....just like that.” A moan escaped from my lips as he gritted my nipple within his teeth. This was fucking worth it. Every touch seemed to blur together until I could no longer tell where one feeling ended and the next began. “Time to show you who you truly belong to,” Damien said. He tapped his cock at the entrance of my vagina, I shivered as he worked his cock up and down my wetness. “Dammit…” I moaned as I felt his hard meat beat my dripping pussy.

"But that's exactly what makes us keep going. The forbidden, the taboo... and you." The taboo of their age difference, the forbidden intimacy of their relationship, the risk of being discovered—all of it mixed with pleasure, making every moment more intense, more exciting, more impossible to resist. They remained there, entwined, sweaty bodies, warm skin, racing hearts, aware that this total surrender would change everything forever.

Her breathing turns a little heavy as she rubs up against me faster, pushing down a little harder. Naudia is close. She is using me as her own human size sex toy and I can't even tell her to stop. I don't want to tell her to stop. What I really want is to slide that little strip of bikini out of my way, pull my shorts down and slam my hard dick into her tight little pussy. Make her moan my name as she cums on my dick. Naudia rubs against me again and I push my hips forward, holding her legs to keep her close as I help her rub against me.

I wondered if any of them lost control of their humanity too, or if it was just Tabby. I met Tabby’s eyes; she was studying me just as I was studying her. She had pale green eyes with blue specks around her pupils. Admittedly, she had beautiful eyes, and they were equipped with long lashes. I could also see that her desire to win was deep in her soul; she had a lot of passion, and it was clear as day to me.

“It might be a taboo, but who cares? For someone like me, I can desire for that thing.” “You what now?” “Nothing, I am just glad that you are threating me as your friend.” From those seemingly innocent smiles, hides his growing lust. The sin that is a casual thing to begin with and especially towards him who is an embodiment of one. The taboo that everyone might call it is something that is natural to the ones like him. A desire and a shift of emotion that he wanted and fast. “One day and another, I shall have what I desire the most.” “DON’T you get it, Tucker?”

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.

Aria cried out, her fingers digging into his hair, pulling him closer. The sound of the kitchen was filled with the wet, rhythmic slurping of his tongue. I watched the way her body bucked, her heels drumming against the cabinets. It was sick. It was twisted. It was the most inappropriate thing I had ever seen in my life. And yet... I couldn't look away. A dark, heavy heat began to coil in my gut. My pulse was racing in my ears, a thick, steady thrum. Despite the horror of it, there was something incredibly wicked and satisfying about the scene. It was pure, unfiltered taboo.

Maeve was a fucking witch, one who seemed to have mastered her craft so dangerously well. Most people think having three dicks is a dream. They don’t understand the reality of living with it— the stares, the creepy fetishists who treated me like a circus animal, the women who ran after seeing me naked. On the flip side, there were the ones who became obsessed in the absolute worst ways, treating me like a machine instead of a human being. I was completely done hiding it, done feeling like a monster. Today, I was going to make it rain. “Marcus Kane,” the assistant called. “You’re up.”