taboo

A look at words, acts, and fetishes that are often unjustly considered taboo.

Of Dragons, Damsels, and Dildos. Content Warning.
The Idiot and the Fornicator “Bring forth the fornicator!” The priest’s booming voice echoed around the town square, shushing all chatter. Excitement grew amongst the townsfolk, jostling for the best positions. The priest stood to the side of the raised platform so as not to block the crowd’s view of the stocks.
By Davi Mai8 months ago in Filthy
The Help Chapter One: Help Wanted
I was getting too old to keep the shop running by myself, so I put up an ad for some additional help. Mainly, I wanted someone with a strong back and good knees to help me lift things up and down the stairs from the basement to the store floor.
By Alexander Martin8 months ago in Filthy
Ariel's Secret Life
By the time the limo driver had pulled into the entrance of the Wynn, Ariel was straddling Mario’s lap and they were making out hard. Mario still hadn’t put his cock away, so Ariel could feel it rubbing against her panties as she ground herself into him.
By Jo. Schmidt8 months ago in Filthy
The Work Wife Part One: Returning to Work
I broke out into a smile as Ian walked toward me. He always had that effect on me. “What?” Ian asked as he opened the office door.
By Alexander Martin9 months ago in Filthy
The Good Indian Girl. Content Warning.
"The Unraveling" Chapter 1: The Good Indian Girl Maya Kapoor had always been the perfect daughter. At twenty-six, she was a successful corporate lawyer in Mumbai, earning more than her parents ever had. She wore crisp sarees to work, spoke in measured tones, and never stayed out past nine. Her conservative Punjabi family prided themselves on their traditional values—no dating, no drinking, and certainly no skimpy clothes.
By Chahat Kaur9 months ago in Filthy
Forbidden Desires: A Steamy Billionaire Romance – Natasha’s Forbidden Initiation & Reckoning. Content Warning.
Forbidden Desires Chapter One: Natasha’s Initiation The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. Natasha’s fingers trembled as they hovered over my cock, her breath shallow. The tip, swollen and glistening, resembled a taut tennis ball, and her hesitation was palpable. I cupped her chin, tilting her face up to mine.
By Chahat Kaur9 months ago in Filthy
My Neighbor Asked for Double Penetration
What does a person do when they discover that the neighbor upstairs is more desperate than a prisoner on conjugal visit day?
By Dena Falken Esq9 months ago in Filthy
Parents, Teachers, and Coaches Part Three: The Daughter.
I hated it when Jack, my father, tried to pretend he cared about us. Even now, he was pretending to be a good father to Liam, his son, my younger brother.
By Alexander Martin9 months ago in Filthy
A Different Kind Chapter Two: Blood Is Good, but Sins Are Better.
Helen threw the skeletal remains of Tyrone into the large fire at the back of the house. Raven and Nadine followed suit with Carlos and Devon.
By Alexander Martin9 months ago in Filthy
Forbidden Lessons. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: The Professor’s Demand The semester had been brutal. My grades were slipping, and Professor Malhotra—a stern, middle-aged man with a reputation for crushing egos—had called me into his office.
By Chahat Kaur9 months ago in Filthy
Unexpected Reunion . Content Warning.
Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter The evening air was crisp as I laced up my running shoes, preparing for my usual jog around the neighborhood. I had returned to my hometown for a short vacation, eager to escape the monotony of city life. The familiar streets brought back memories—some sweet, some bittersweet—but I hadn’t expected one of those memories to come alive in front of me.
By Chahat Kaur9 months ago in Filthy
Forbidden Desires. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: The First Glimpse The college campus was alive with the usual bustle—students rushing to classes, professors buried in papers, and the distant hum of chatter. I, Rony, a 28-year-old assistant professor, had just settled into my role, enjoying the attention my charm and teaching skills brought me. Anonymous love letters often found their way to my desk, but I never indulged. Ethics mattered—or so I told myself.
By Chahat Kaur9 months ago in Filthy