Tiny Taboo Novels & Stories

😧 One of the black kids born & raised in the community named Happy, an Ebony-skinned girl at the age of 12, asks "You sure? You look shady." Tabby says "I had to help out, if I don't, what can I do? It's wrong they kill people. I'm not stupid."😰 Sarah comes closer, then hugs Tabby saying "You better not kill me or I will burn you alive."😢 With a tear coming from Sarah's eyes, hoping tabby will be nice to her but also upset at how she felt the need to do that. Sarah cries saying "I wanna trust you, Tabby. I really do!"😭

There were a series of familiar hashtags on the trending list. 1. #Kevan&MysteriousLady 2. #BisexualKevan 3. #KevanNewLove 4. #Larissa 7. #Microworks 10. #GoldenMediatorsRoom 11. #Zero 12. #Lana 13. #CosmicEntertainment Larissa tapped into the first hashtag. The most viral tweet came from an account called "Rich Secrets," and it went like this: "Microworks Corporations' Kevan Rogers seems to be bisexual!

And here I was, hiding the most intense connection of my life right beside my father. The conversation moved on, but the tension in my body only grew. Marcus’s hand disappeared beneath the table. A moment later, his fingers brushed my bare knee where my sundress had ridden up. I froze, every nerve ending lighting up. He traced slow, lazy circles on my skin, inching higher with each pass, hidden by the long tablecloth. My pulse thundered in my ears. When his fingertips reached the soft skin of my inner thigh, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stay quiet. Heat pooled low in my belly. I was already soaked, embarrassingly so. He pressed two fingers against my clit through the thin fabric o

Lucian bent me forward to the edge of an old oak desk. I fell completely at his mercy as he pushed my skirt up around my waist. His first phantom touches teased my inner thighs. “Mmm…” I moaned. Lucian stood behind me. “Keep reading,” he commanded. I tried, but my voice broke instantly when his mouth slid through my soaked pussy. He circled my clit with perfect pressure, then pushed two thick fingers deep inside me, curling them just right. “Mmm… fuck me harder, Lucian!” I whimpered, tugging uselessly at the magical bonds. The wet, slick sounds of his hands pumping in and out of my clit filled the quiet library aisles.

"No flirting with me. No lingering glances, no accidental touches, and no late-night trips to the kitchen in your underwear. Am I clear?" A startled laugh escaped Javed’s lips before he could stop it. "Flirting with you? You’re the one who trapped me against the counter last night!" Martin didn't smile. He didn't even blink. His expression remained deadly serious, a muscle jumping in his jaw as he stared Javed down. The sheer gravity in his eyes sent a sudden, violent pulse racing straight to Javed’s core. The air in the room instantly grew heavy, thick with the unsaid truth: Martin wasn't making the rule because he was annoyed. He was making the rule because he was terrified of his own lack

I drove into her with everything I had, totally lost in the sensation of her tight, wet heat. "You're mine," I growled. "You understand? You don't look at anyone else. You don't touch anyone else. You belong to me." "I'm yours!" she wailed, her body trembling. "I'm your little slut, cousin! Just make me cum!" The taboo words were the final trigger. I felt the explosion building, a massive wave of pressure at the base of my spine. I reached around and rubbed her clit furiously while I hammered into her from behind.

Like they say, communication is key. The last item was the tabby tail. It had patches of black, grey and white. It was attached to a small buttplug. I got a little nervous looking at it. I'd never had a buttplug in me before, but there was no other way to attach the tail. It was weirdly thrilling that I was going to use it in a little bit. I liked trying out new things. You can't know you don't like it, if you've never tried it.

Not rubbing against her skin like an awkward high school love scene! But to progress along, she knew it had to be done. “And for the men...” he hissed, “suck her toes! All ten – if they’ve got them!” This caused the majority of remaining partygoers to cry out with displeasure. Toe sucking? Not everyone’s favorite fetish, yet then again not every round could be a stellar crowd-pleaser to all involved. Sienna paced back and forth, awaiting her turn with bitter envy. The asses were being grinded alright... Girls stripped naked, shedding panties and bras; cheeks pressed firmly against cocks. As much as she loved watching, it was the feeling, the sensation she wanted for herself.

“With how freaky you get on stage, I didn’t think you’d have so much self-control… your cock was practically throbbing with need in there.” Kai smirked, eyes darkening. “You seem to know so much about me for a casual listener.” Lila’s lips curved. “You're extremely popular. I’ve seen a number of videos.” Kai’s gaze stayed locked on hers, teasing. “And how did watching those freaky videos make your feel?” Lila felt heat pool between her thighs again. “Uhmm...Good. But not as good as your fingers… You really live up to the words written about you.”

I’m going to die. “What am I?” More dangerous this time. More obsessive. “My Taboo step-daddy!” I cry out as cum rips from my cock, painting the sheets, my belly, and his scarred face. “Eat my fucking ass!” And he does. Hard, animalistic. Like cock tearing through a hole. Tristan’s mouth feeds on my ass, tongue lashing my swollen buds, and his teeth—sweet infant satan—those teeth should be banned. “So tight. So—-