Alle Kapitel von TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

The sound of Sarah’s footsteps on the stairs was like a drumbeat of doom. Each heavy thud on the wood made my heart hammer against my ribs. "Mark, stop! Pull out! Get out!" I hissed in a panicked whisper. I tried to push against his chest, but he was like a mountain of wet muscle. He didn't pull out. In fact, he stayed buried deep inside me, his hands tightening on my hips. He was shaking, his jaw clenched so hard the bone popped. He was right on the edge of coming, and the risk seemed to be making him even harder. "I can't... stay still," he mouthed, his eyes dark and wild. The bedroom door creaked open. "June? Are you in here?" Sarah’s voice was right outside the bathroom. I had no choice. If I didn't answer, she’d come in. I pulled the shower curtain slightly and poked my head out of the glass door, just enough so she could see my face. Mark was still behind me, his lower half still connected to mine under the spray of the water. "Hey! Yeah, I'm just... I'm in the shower!" I y

My phone buzzed in my purse as I walked out of Mark’s office building. My legs were still shaking. I could feel his warmth still inside me, and my dress felt damp against my skin. I pulled out the phone. It was a text from Sarah.“Hey June! Are you back yet? Did you get the tickets from Mark?”I wiped my eyes and tried to make my breathing normal. I typed back quickly: “Just got them! I’m heading to the mall now to pick up those things for the kids. See you later!”.I started walking toward my car. But then, I stopped. I realized I had forgotten my list for the things I needed. There's no need going in there if I would end up not buying half of the things in that list. it was just better if I went back home and then, got the list and came back.The drive back was short. I pulled into the driveway and used my key to open the front door. The house was very quiet. The curtains were drawn, and the air was cool. Sarah. she must be sleeping now. I headed toward the stairs. I figured I woul

Pillow humping The clock on the wall ticks. 12:15 PM. I’m not done. The ache in my core didn't go away with my fingers; it just got deeper, heavier. I need something more substantial.I grab the long, overstuffed body pillow from the head of the bed. I drag it down, pinning it between my thighs. It’s cool and firm against my heated skin. I flip over, burying my face into the mattress, and straddle the length of it."Mmm-phmm..."I start slow. I tilt my pelvis, pressing the center of my heat against the firm cotton. I grind down, rotating my hips in a slow, heavy circle. The fabric is rougher than my fingers, more textured. It catches on the sensitive skin of my folds, dragging across my clit with every movement.12:17 PM.I increase the pressure. I’m not just grinding anymore; I’m humping. I lift my hips and slam them back down, burying my crotch into the pillow.Thud. Thud. Thud.The sound is dull and rhythmic. I can feel the pillow bunching up under me, creating a hard ridge that f

GioDinner was loud and full of laughter. It was one of those weekends I spent with my best friend Leo in his place. He was busy telling a story about a girl he met at the park. I was nodding and smiling, but I wasn't really listening to him. I was looking at his mom, Mrs. Adler.She sat at the head of the table, smiling as she poured more wine. She was wearing a soft, silk robe that looked expensive. I’ve known her since I was a kid, but lately, I couldn't stop noticing how beautiful she was. For her age, she was incredible. Her skin was smooth, her hair was thick and dark, and she had this way of looking at you that made your stomach flip."So, Gio," she said, her voice like honey. "How is your mother doing? I haven't seen her at the club in weeks.""She’s good, Mrs. Adler," I said. I felt my face getting hot. "Just busy with work.""Well, tell her she needs to take a break. Life is too short to work all the time," she smiled.After dinner, she stood up and stretched. The movement

GioI didn't move. My heart was thumping so hard I thought it would beat right out of my chest, but I stayed right where I was. The head of my cock was still resting against her wet, pink slit. I looked into her wide, shocked eyes."Gio! Get off me! What is wrong with you?" her voice was shaking, but she wasn't screaming for help yet, which was good."I’m sorry, Mrs. Adler," I whispered. My voice was raspy. I didn't pull away. Instead, I gave a small, slow nudge forward, feeling the heat of her, finding confidence. "I’m so sorry. But look at you. You’re so wet. You’re soaking through the bed."She tried to push my shoulders away, but her hands were weak. She was still groggy from the pills. "Gio, stop. This is wrong. You’re Leo’s best friend. I’m... I’m like a mother to you.”"A mother doesn't look like this," I groaned. I started to rub myself against her again, a slow, sliding motion that smeared her own wetness all over the head of my cock. "I was so hard, Mrs. Adler. It was actual