TABOO: sexy stories

Hi My Lovely Readers and Listeners

It's been a long time since I wrote a post here. But I feel I have some good news for you. Several new stories.One of my most popular is Taboo: Deep! Dark! 5 Short Erotic Stories. Nearly 3 hours of sexy stories that you will enjoy listening to. 
Here is a selection of short stories delving into the world of taboo. Older guys with college girls, priests on the border of defrocking, and a story about two strangers on the cabin cruiser make up this collection of taboo stories. 

"Ready for Action: The Brat Gets What She Wants"
Dave is an indie writer, divorced and living alone when he hits the jackpot on lotto and wins three-quarters of a million dollars. He buys a small cabin cruiser and moors it on the coast. When his stepbrother calls telling him about his problematic 19-year-old daughter, he is persuaded to babysit her on his boat for a few days. Dave has his libido reignited. Will he

fulfill his desires?
"Taboo and Lust: The Brat Will Do Anything to Pass"
The English professor is happy working with his university students and encouraging them to do well in their studying. Some students require a little more than a critique on their work, and Kylie turns on her charms to encourage the professor to do more for her. 
"Taboo: The Brat and Friend. A Threesome Made in Heaven"
Gemma brings her best friend, Tina, to visit her uncle on his boat. The two 19-year-olds have more than sailing in mind as they lay topless on the deck while Dave watches from his seat. Will they lead him astray? Find out in this erotic short story.
"Taboo: The Priest's Confessions"
Father Pat has been around the block for some time and has been tempted more than once. He confesses to his sins of the flesh in this taboo story. 
"Taboo: Kay Is Satisfied"
Dave enjoys his newfound freedom and takes the attractive owner of the local laundromat for a spin in his boat. She lights his inner desires and satisfies his needs in this sexy, saucy tale.
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Taboo: The Priest's Confession and more

Hi My Lovely Readers

It's the end of the year already. How time has flown. I can't believe it! Each year seems to fly by. So HAPPY NEW YEAR. I wish that you receive all that you want in the New Year.

Most New Year Resolutions finish within a couple of weeks but if I could suggest something that we all should follow it is to REACH FOR THE SKIES. Yes! You can achieve anything you want if you really apply yourself. You cannot re-run your life so make the most of every day and do everything that you want now. I promise you that if you don't then one day you will look back and wish you had.

The DreamCatcher was supposedly used by some Indian tribes to stop bad dreams and let good dreams glide through. Make your own dreams come true. The DreamCatcher is thought to energise and are hung by slepping chiuldren to stop nightmares. This year I'm writing some Horror Stories: watch out and keep your personal DreamCatcher handy!!

 I've new stories out and available. TABOO THE PRIEST'S CONFESSION

I'm Father Patrick O'Neil. Father Pat is what the local folks call me. I've been around, working inner cities, rural areas, Ireland, England, and some missionary work in China. All when I was training and just ordained. Now, I'm in a medium town and settled in for the last few years. 

The rectory is homely, and I've got a housekeeper. Moira is from the old country and in her late 50s, I should think. She is married and has been housekeeper here for many years. She keeps the place clean and tidy, cooks for me, and does my shopping, washing, and ironing. She is a great cook and always prepares meals for her days off so all I have to do is warm them up, usually in the microwave. Bit of a luxury these days. 

I'm 32 years old and have never been kissed! Not true. I'd had girlfriends when I was a teen and at college and had explored and enjoyed them and the experiences. But since being ordained, I had concentrated my thoughts away from such temptations; well, almost. I've been dragged off the straight and narrow a few times. Priests seem to attract many women. Maybe it's that priests should be celibate and so a challenge for some women

 I also keep pretty fit and have always done some boxing. The boxing priest has always been an attraction, although without my dog collar and in shorts, I'm just another bloke. Maybe my muscular frame is a bit of an attraction, too.

Anyway, to cut to the chase I have had sex with a couple of women and managed to keep it under the wire. One was a single mum with three kids who was having a bad time, husband walked out, cleaning jobs and suchlike to make a few pennies, but generally struggling. I was 24 year and still learning. Learning about people.  She came to bible study when she could and one day wanted to talk to me so I arranged for her to come around to the rectory early one afternoon so we’d finish in time for her to be home for the kids. Well! She broke down weeping and I did comfort her. She was tired out with the early mornings and stress. She had been left with huge debts by her husband and was getting threatening letters and now phone calls almost daily.  I arranged for some help, we alled a government debt helpline and got the money sided sorted out. With her husband gone the people chasing her were obliged to stop and find him. No debts were in their joint names.  Then I got her an assistant job in the local school which was better than getting up at 4.30 every morning to go cleaning. Being a priest gives me a bit of a sway with local organisations and getting Louise the job was one of the benefits.

It was two weeks later when there was a knock at the front door. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I’d always kept Tuesday evenings free to relax and do my own thing. Sometimes I went to see a movie. That night I was watching some TV, a documentary on Catch-up. I opened the door and Louise was standing there in the light of the open door. She was smiling.Now buy and read on . . . click here 

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Taboo: The Brat and Friend: A Threesome Made in Heaven

Hi My Lovely Readers and listeners

Its new and ready for you now. Read on Kindle, as a paperback or listen on Audible. This short story is best

listened to alone in bed or under the covers with your favourite person for intimate pleasure as you cuddle up.

Taboo: The Brat and Friend. A threesome made in Heaven is oozing with erotica so if this offends you then move on. If, on the other hand, you find this exciting then pick up a copy and enjoy.

Here is a glimpse of the opening sequence:

    July drifted into August and the heatwave continued. Threatened hose-pipe ban and farmers complaining that their harvests were small because of the lack of rain. Aerial photos showed a brown and parched land.

   But for the most part everyone was happy. Blue skies and bright sun make people happier, less anxious and stressed. And I was living on my boat. I still had my apartment back home, cheap and cheerful but I was spending more time with the boat. Now I’d spent some time leaning her up and buying new bedding, china, cutlery and general bits and pieces. Practical stuff, low cost. I’d thrown out everything. The boat was in good shape but it hadn’t been used for a couple of

years looked a bit sad. Now it was brighter and felt like home.

   I’d won three quarters of a million on Lotto and had plans but for now I was as frugal as before. Sure I’d replaced everything but cheaply. I wanted to get used to the boat and eventually sail her to Spain where I planned to buy a villa and live. As a writer I could work anywhere. I certainly didn’t intend to stop writing, in fact the money would give me the opportunity to have new opportunities and experiences that I could write about.

   When I first bought the boat I stayed in a bed and breakfast place which suited me fine. Now I’d made the boat livable I stayed aboard. There was a small galley in the living area and a bedroom with a double bed. There was a tiny toilet come shower room too. Minute but practical, especially as I was staying over two or three nights.  The seating in the lounge converted into a bed so that made two bedrooms. I was having a ball.

   I took her out of the Marina every morning and was becoming quite competent.  The I sailed the Bay, getting more adventurous each day. I’d started writing again and found the sea swell calming. I was writing about 2000 words, this was more than I wrote back in my tiny apartment. I guess I was happier and able to concentrate here. I was really enjoying myself and looking forward to fulfilling my plans.

   Sitting enjoying a coffee and the mobile rang. I didn’t have many friends really and rarely had a call.

   “Hi David! This is Gemma. How are you?”

    It was a month since Gemma had come down and stayed a few nights in a hotel. My step brother was having some marital problems and he’d asked if his daughter Gemma could stay with me. I think  he thought it would give him a breathing space to sort out his marriage. She stayed and turned out to be a 19 year old vixen. We’d both got drunk and I was brave enough to go to her bedroom in the hotel and see if I could get into bed with her. She welcomed me and we had a night of fucking.

 “Hi Gemma” I said, wondering if she wanted more, and hoping she did. “How are you?”

   “Everything is good, thanks. Can I come down to see you again. You still out in your boat? That was so fun. Just for a few days before I go back to college.”

   I thought about it . . . for about 1 second. “Yes That will be fine. I’m staying on the boat now. You know the set up. I’ve spruced everything up now, so it’s looking ship-shape, as they say. The shower room is a bit cramped  If you will be comfortable with that then you are welcome.”

   “Oh David yes. That will be so good. Can I come in the morning and stay for three days? That won’t be too much trouble will it?”

   “No! Of course not. Call me and let me know what time you arrive and I’ll meet you at the station. Any idea what time?” I asked. I didn’t want to take the boat out and have to race back.

   “I was thinking of leaving early. Probably get there around 11ish. Is that ok?”

   “That sounds good. I’ll have a lie-in and wait to hear from you. See you tomorrow ” and I hung up.

*   *   *

   Next morning I didn’t get up early. I stayed in bed till eight. That was late for me. I had made a list out and went shopping. I needed to stock up. The store was a supermarket express, and they are the same throughout the country so I I knew my way around and was quick.

   I had a small fridge and freezer working off gas. I could only keep a couple of days food there. I stored tins and dry goods in a locker under some seating. And I bought some more wine, gin and whisky, juice and sparking water. I’d use all that myself without company.

   I got back to the boat and unpacked. Quick look around to check everything out. I didn’t know how it was going to pan out, whether Gemma wanted to sleep in my bed with me or on the lounge bed. I’d play it by ear. I hope for sharing and some sex with a gorgeous 19 year old . She was so hot and last time had been incredible. The first time I’d hade sex for several years and it is like riding a bike. You never forget.

   Leaving the boat and walking across to my tiny car I greeted a couple of other owners. The marina is quite a community and everyone speaks, if only a cheerful greeting. Maybe it was the environment, away from work and home, mortgages and bills, but I didn’t see anyone looking downcast.

   I drove to the train station and parked up. 20 minutes free parking for Railway business  the sign said. That would be long enough, the train was due in five minutes. I walked across to the station and waited on the concorde with the other ten or so people who were obviously there to welcome family or friends. I had a few minutes and tried to guess who they were meeting. A middle-aged  couple waiting for their university offspring? An older guy with a beard, looks like an academic might be waiting for a colleague, maybe a visiting lecturer. The there was a young guy: I bet he was waiting for his girlfriend.  There were other but I could see the train approaching slowly pulling into the station. This was the end of the line and the train slowed and stopped just short of the bumpers fixed to the track.

It always seems to take ages for the passengers to disembark so my thoughts went back to the waiting  crowd . Now the first passengers were coming through the barrier. Many had wheeled cases they were pulling and came through the wider barrier for disabled people. The standard ones seemed just too narrow for ease. How wrong you can be. The young guy welcomed another guy and they kissed. Then they walked off hand in hand, both good looking and looking like sports-guys. Got that wrong. The academic type met a young woman and they held hands looking at each other, not related I was sure, looked like a more romantic. Looked like they wanted to embrace but perhaps not here in the middle of the passengers streaming around them.

   Where was Gemma? People still emerging. Finally I saw her. She was hatting to a girl about the same age, nineteen or so. They were in animated conversation. Probably met on the train and chatted all the way. Gemma looked smart as usual, red jacket, plait and beret like I remember the first time I saw her.  Through the barrier and I stepped forward to greet her. She turned to the other girl as if to say goodbye but she didn’t.

   She turned back to me “David thank you so muck for putting up with me again” the she turned to the girl “This is Tina. She’s my best friend. I hope you don’t mind her coming too” 

  What did she mean? Had she brought along a friend without asking? We could manage but why hadn’t she asked.

   I held my hand out “Nice to meet you Tina” I said, smiling.

   “Thank you for having me, letting me stay with Gemma. “ I looked at her. 19 years old, long blond hair, baby blue eyes, short. Petit I guess with a good figure from what I could see. She was smartly dressed like Gemma, wearing a lightweight cream, almost blazer jacket over a sky-blue blouse and navy blue skirt with heels. They both looked stunning. But all my expectations of sex with Gemma were evaporating fast. Maybe last time was a one-off and Tina was her safety net.

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Taboo: Kay is Satisfied

Hi My Lovely Readers

Another day. Another dollar. Another story. Here is one of my five new erotic stories evoking taboo thoughts and deeds.
  
Taboo: Kay is Satisfied
Another JIm Masters short erotic story just for you.

  I guess I was lucky. I’m a writer, not very successful. But my luck came from the Lotto win of nearly three quarters of a million. I’m in my late forties and on my own. I was planning on making a home in Spain but keeping a small property here too, as a fallback. I hadn’t told anyone about my win and I hadn’t gone wild. I’d bought a cheap small car and a bigger investment. Just over ten thousand on a second-hand cabin cruiser.

It was nearing time to go to Spain on an exploration trip when I hoped to find a property. Nothing expensive. I needed a marina for my boat, a place that was lively but not a drunken wild destination. I would write there and maybe would strike lucky with that. I wanted a place overlooking the beach and sea, and within walking distance of shops and cafes.

But that was the future. Right now I was down on the coast back home where I had a mooring in a marina. I was here a lot

I was getting to know the local shops and café’s now after a few weeks. I’d started taking my dirty washing home when I went but was soon using the local laundry wash, I’d found a couple of really friendly cafés, and the local boat yard had become a wealth of information and store for supplies and equipment.

The Laundry Service was a self-service place, a row of washing machines opposite several commercial driers. It was simple. I wasn’t rushed for time so I would sit and wait. Gave me time to think about my day and what I would be doing. Kay ran it with her daughter. They would take dirty washing, put it through the process and even iron for a modest amount. Some days they were really busy and others sat and chatted. Usually there was just one of them there except on Mondays and Fridays which seemed the busiest

It was a Wednesday and Kay came and sat with me. She was slim, but not skinny, she must have been at least thirty eight as Penny, her daughter, was just turned nineteen. But she looked about 28 years old. Kay was blonde, probably out of a bottle, her hair cut short and in a bob. She was average height, certainly shorter than me. She was always cheerful and smiling. I’d noticed she always wore bright red lipstick and had matching nails. She often wore red heels too. Maybe that should have sent signals to my brain. She usually wore figure hugging trousers and a blouse; often open one button too much for modesty, showing her breasts which looked firm and round. Now read on . . .  

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Knocking Up the Brat Boxed Set: First Time Taboo Erotic Step Romance Audiobook and more

Hi Listeners

Here is an erotica  I narrated recently. 

Knocking Up the Brat Boxed Set: First Time Taboo Erotic Step Romance  Audiobook – Unabridged

Three short stories about older guys and young babes. Each story is self-contained and hot. Listen alone or with your favourite person:

This bundle contains three steamy taboo stories about the men of the house knocking up their brats!

Volume one:

The innocent brat was about to make the man of the house a daddy!

I wanted a baby more than anything, so when the lady of the house and I get the news she can't get pregnant again, it's beyond heartbreaking.

But I have this crazy idea. What if the brat can give me a baby? She's talked about wanting kids.... Now it's time to put her desires to the test.

Volume two:

Divorced, but not alone.

Jada was my brat, and she was absolutely gorgeous. As the man of the house, I offered her a place to stay when things with her mom got too stressful. One night, I heard her pleasuring herself in her room. After hearing those moans, I just knew I had to have her.

So I came up with a plan. Now it's time to see if it works. Will Jada take the bait, or will she ignore my advances?

Volume three:

The brat wants me. At least, that's what she's led me to believe. She's the loner type. When I come home after work to find her alone, we have some time together, and I can't contain myself anymore.

I take what I want, and she lets me. That's the good part. The bad part? Well...

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And in addition here is another erotic story I narrated, this one a year ago and it's been selling well ever since.

The Daughter Swap (Daughter for Sex Book 2)

Here are the opening lines. Enough to leave you feeling hot and bothered I hope.

From the very moment I offered my daughter to a stranger and his wife and then watched as they fucked her, I knew I wanted to do it again. I had no desire to fuck my own little girl – I mean; how weird would that be? All the same though, I got very hard watching her getting put through her paces by a much older couple and I wanted more of it. A lot more.

    A solution came up a lot faster than I anticipated and much closer to home than I would have imagined. Paige had been best friends with the petite blonde, Heidi, for most of her life; a skinny little pixie of a kid that you wouldn’t look twice at. Or at least, that was how I remembered her. Then I came home from work to find the two of them on my couch in skimpy halter necks and

shorts and my cock nearly burst out of my pants. She had grown up all of a sudden!

    I stood in the doorway for the best part of a minute and just ogled my daughter’s friend, not realising what a jerk I looked. Finally, Paige snapped me out of it. “I can give you a picture of her to perv over if you like, Dad!”

    “Oh, sorry!” I said weakly. “You’ve changed a lot, Heidi!”

    She giggled. “I’ve all grown up, Mr Cotton,” She stretched with her hands behind her head and pushed out her full bosom in a move designed to demonstrate exactly how much she had in fact grown!

    “Yes you have,” I said slowly and then quickly turned away as she was now staring at my very obvious erection. I had no idea how I was going to swing it but I was now determined to fuck this girl!

There is something to make you want to listen to this audiobook right now. 

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I hope you enjoy listening to these audiobooks. Any comments you make will be welcome

Good Listening

Jim Masters

Carrie & Gwen's Threesome MFF: Erotic Diary of a Young Woman Five (Volume 5)

Hi Readers and Listeners

Written earlier this year by Abigail Andrews, this short story has two young women holidaying: 

Gwen and I were on a three day tan top up break in the sun. We met at the café and Frank was the perfect gentleman: attentive, filling our glasses but not forcing wine on us, telling us about the town, what to do and where to go. We told him we were just chilling out for a couple of days, catching up on our tans and spending time together. I guess we should have known what to expect when Frank placed his hand on our knees under the table. He was a dirty old man and wanted to fuck someone young. It was obvious by the way he kept looking at our breasts: my summery dress was low cut and I had a quarter cut bra so there was plenty to see, the same with Gwen, she wore a wrap-around that was pretty open at the top. She was bra-less and you could see the outline of her breasts through the flimsy material. Franks stroked my leg and his fingers walked up my thigh. I knew he was doing the same to Gwen. She was looking at me and raising her eye-brows slightly. I nodded back. I could see his arms moving as I glanced down which confirmed what I already knew. He stopped and squeezed the top of my leg. I wondered if he would go further. I wouldn’t mind. Up close he had an aura about him of authority, in a quiet way. I liked that. Now read on with this steamy hot erotic story . . 

Good News. More stories from Abigail about Carrie's adventures.  She tells me that Carrie will be off to sunny Spain for a week with Gwen and Tim. What sexual adventures will these three encounter? Will they meet other members of the secret sex sect Club Eros? Life is full of coincidences, or are they? Is it magnetic attraction that brings like minded people to make their holiday one of racy excitement? 

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Hit and Run No Escape

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Hit and Run, a recently new book is available on Amazon, Kindle and Audible NOW.

Here is a teaser of the beginning:

   Jack felt the crunch as if it was him . . . but it wasn’t. He ran across the road to see what had happened as a white van speed off, a white van with one red rear door , like it was a replacement, but he didn’t get the number,  it had gone too fast. He saw a girl laying there, her body in a distressed position, legs askew, blood trickling down her face. She looked in a bad way.

   Jack fumbled in his pocket and found his mobile. Dialling 999 he looked around for help. But there was none, and the driver and his van had disappeared. It was 9 at night and heavy rain splashed into the gutter. Jack was on his way home after a busy day and could do without this.

  “Ambulance please” he spoke abruptly into the phone. “A girl, run over, looks bad, bleeding heavily. Just in Stephenson Lane. You can’t miss us. Please hurry she looks in a bad way.”

   “Yes. She is breathing and I’m trying to stop the bleeding but I don’t really know what to do. It’s pouring with rain and I’ve got nothing to cover her with except for my jacket and that’s not protecting her.” His words trailed off. The operator spoke to him an, assured him. Gave some simple instructions and words of encouragement.

   Jack kept talking to the girl but she was unconscious and he knew this could mean big problems. Then he heard the welcoming sound.

   Emergency vehicles always turn on their sirens when within hearing distance of their destination, not to warn vehicle drivers, but to calm the casualties or victims and assure them help was arriving fast. Jack heard the siren and knew a paramedic would be there in a couple of minutes. He felt a little relieved but still anxious because the girl lay so still. He had stemmed the bleeding by pressing down on the wound but he didn’t actually know if this was doing any good.

   The ambulance screeched to a halt and the medic leapt out of the vehicle and across to Jack, who was still kneeling over the girl. “What happened?” asked the medic and Jack told her quickly what he had witnessed and how he had treated the girl. “You’ve done well” the medic said and called over to his colleague “Stretcher and neck brace, John”

   The next few minutes were a bit of a haze. These guys knew exactly what to do, of course, and soon the girl was on the stretcher, neck brace in place and inside the ambulance, where the paramedic was giving her his full attention. Jack was inside too. They assumed he knew the girl. And anyway he wanted his clothes back! The driver climbed into his cab and they were off, siren blaring. Sitting in the back of an ambulance, sirens blaring, smoked windows blanking out the night-light, swaying along with no let-up was an experience to the conscious passenger.

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