Ebony Taboo Novels & Stories

"Please... just don't... do it today..." I tilt my head, puzzled. "What are you talking about?" I ask, as I honestly don't know. "What don't you want me to do today? Aren't you... happy for me?" Ebony keeps her eyes glued to the ground around us. "Y-you know what I mean..." At my silence, she starts getting frustrated. "J-just... don't reject me today... not in front of everyone... I-I... just want this day to be good..." As she clenches her trembling fists, I suddenly understand what she's been so afraid of. All this time, I foolishly thought Ebony would reject me, but in the end, we both shared the same fears.

"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.

She leaned back, crossing her legs again, and her gaze slid to my stomach. My stomach. The way people always did. It didn’t matter what I wore. It didn’t matter how I carried myself. It didn’t matter that I was a whole human being with a mind and a history. In this palace, my womb had always been the loudest part of me. “You know why he wants you,” Nala said, voice lowering slightly. “Because you’re taboo.” I held my face still, but the word hit like a slap anyway. Taboo. Forbidden.

“You can’t just make accusations like that by this time of the night.” “He’s like sassy, immaculately clean, way too clean for a straight man.” “Don’t piss them off now.” “But it’s truth. Their isn’t a single dirt on him. His hygiene is a hundred and one percent. His earlobes are always moisturised, his skin and face are spotless and shiny, his beards—ridiculously well kept, his nails—always chopped clean.” “That’s literally basic hygiene, Damon. You’re being ridiculous right now.”

I want to go all Taboo mode! So if you want me to write this then I look forward to your comments in the comments section.

Behind closed doors, the rules don’t exist. Welcome to a world of dark cravings, intense control, and the intoxicating thrill of the forbidden. This sizzling compilation brings together a collection of raw, high-stakes erotic stories where boundaries are crossed, inhibitions are shredded, and surrender is the only option. In Book One: Escapades with Step daddy, nineteen-year-old Ella Monroe's wicked fantasies become a dangerous reality when she is caught spying on her stepfather, Sebastian. What follows is a frantic, high-risk game of lust played right under her mother's nose—filled with breathless encounters, sharp commands, and an addiction neither of them can control. From taboo

So distracted was she that her usual past time of reading was not enough to hold her attention. At school, Isis tried to calm her nerves but her hands wouldn't stop shaking, any minute Mr. Greyson was going to walk through the door and she didn't trust herself in his presence, yet she couldn't wait to be in his presence. She tried to remind herself about her thoughts of forbidden fruits and the circumstances. She couldn't risk his job or reputation even though they hadn't exactly decided on anything but she needed to keep more control. She kept repeating the words softly like a mantra.

Look how it turned out with my former mate, Luke. I am actually quite a piece of work because how do I go from that strong trembling in the bathroom that had my world feeling like it was coming to an end, to actually feeling my nipples harden and my clitoris throb at the thought of my mate's brother taking me. I should loathe and scold myself for it, but I actually quite enjoy the thrill of doing what is not expected of me. I guess the word is taboo. I love a good taboo to get the adrenaline rush that an adrenaline junkie like myself needs. **ATLENE'S POV**

Want to grip her brown hair round my fists as I pound her with my cock or while I face fucked her. Fuck! This girl was my student and it was Taboo. And it yet alluring. Mouthwatering. The temptations… The Taboo… I've always stalked her, watched her, making sure the information of her being the perfect witch, the perfect person to perfect my plans. “That's enough, I'm fine." I growled, my cock in my boxers was so hard that I couldn't think anymore. I slowly stood and heard her gasp as I towered above her. Fuck! I shouldn't but my eyes were already on her full lips. Several dirty images clouding my head.