Taboo desire Stories

My father sat at the head of the dining room table, just as he did during every Thanksgiving meal we'd ever shared. But while I took my usual seat to his left, his new wife, Evelyn, now sat to his right. On the other side of Evelyn was her father, Gabe. "This table," Dad said, "always seemed too big for just me and Opal." Smiling at me, he reached to pat my hand. He'd never been one for physical affection until he met Eve...

She struggled to avoid her new stepbrother. Like her, he was home from college, and in weeks, the sexual tension between them had grown unbearable. Finally, she crept into his room. Rather than order her out, he let her slip beneath the covers and take him in her mouth. Aside from a gasp, he made little sound. Yet his fingers tightened in her hair, and his entire body stiffened just before he came. Completely spent, he ga...

The early morning light crept through the curtains as Carol prepared for work, collecting her thoughts and emotions in the calm silence. Two days had passed since the tender moment she shared with Annie, and much to her relief, it seemed as if her daughter had remained asleep throughout her loss of control. There were no traces of uncomfortable conversations or signs of distress from Annie, allowing Carol to breathe a bit...

The cabin smelled of pine and stale beer, the kind of late-night haze that clung to everything after hours of laughing and arguing. Five friends sprawled around the flickering fireplace, their faces flushed from alcohol and the thrill of one-upping each other. It had started innocently enough—a debate about obscure world records, like the guy who balanced a lawnmower on his chin or the woman who ate 47 hot dogs in a minut...