Novel & Cerita Taboo Sec

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

I must not mention any of these to Grandfather, else I’ll be doomed. “You must leave now,” Lucian said urgently. “The library claims those who stay past the final chime. Come back tomorrow night… if you dare.” I stumbled away, while cheeks burning with embarrassment and my body still aches for these moment. I barely made it past the threshold as the last chime rang. The hidden section disappeared behind me, replaced by ordinary shelves. I stood alone in the dark main hall, heart still racing. My nipples were still tight and sensitive. Every small movement made me aware of how wet and throbbing I was.

"The thing is, I don't have an issue with Master having sex with his sister or mother, nor do I have any issues having sex with his parents anymore, or Cindy, for that matter. I've accepted it's natural for him to do so. But having sex with my own seems sinful in a way his having sex with his family does not, probably because they are my parents. It doesn't really matter what the law says; we've been raised to believe it's wrong. So I can accept him having sex with his and you with yours, because the law says it's fine, but my own is entirely different somehow, because they're mine." "I know. I liked having sex with Dan and Harry on Memorial Day and Dan since. But thinking about sex with my

Damien Where did you go last night." Lauren shouted. Damien rolled his eyes. "That's none of your business." He hissed. "Oh come one Damien, we had a special night last night. Don't start a fight. Where did you go?" She asked sternly. "Special? You're nothing but a low life whore who is just using me for money. And what we did was not 'special' I just did it cause I'm a guy and what guy would say no to sex? So as far as I'm concerned you were just a fuck. So if you really want to be a queen why don't you marry my father. He could really use a good fuck." Lauren's heart dropped. "W-what?" She asked shockingly. Damien smirked. "Now please get out of my room." He said calmly. Lauren's eyes wate

"I was wondering if you’d like to join me there." The air between us thickened, charged with something unspoken. I could see the flicker of contemplation in her eyes, the way her breath caught just a moment longer than before. The laugh lines around her eyes softened, morphing into a vibrant curiosity. "What’s so special about the Red Room?" “Well,” I said, leaning even closer, my voice a low murmur. “It's a place where inhibitions can be tossed aside, where you can surrender completely to desire. Just the two of us, away from the crowd."

The emotional tether pulled tight, their friendship a lifeline in the storm of taboo lust, best friends lost in the glory of being used. The alternation grew frantic, cocks pistoning between pussy and ass like pistons, the men's grunts syncing with the girls' moans. Sara felt the peak building, a taboo ecstasy that blurred pain and bliss, her body a canvas for their anonymous fury. Another orgasm ripped through her, her screams mingling with Mia's as they begged in unison—'Fill us! Don't stop pounding!'

Chapter 3: Office Corruption The remote vibrator nestled deep against my G-spot was already buzzing on a low setting by the time I stepped off the elevator the next morning. Victoria had inserted it herself in the car before dropping me off, along with a medium-sized stainless steel plug in my ass. Both were locked in place with thin, discreet straps under my professional pencil skirt. Every step made the plug shift and press against the thin wall separating it from the vibrator, sending constant little sparks through my core.

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby