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

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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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Hello Readers and Listeners, my Lovelies

Good News. Hannah Blackbird's short story Blown Out: The Dangers of Forbidden Attraction is waiting for you to read right now. You will love this story with the usual Blackbird excitement.

This contains material of explicit sexual nature. Bored and beautiful, Violet falls hard for Zed, a talented, drop-dead gorgeous photographer. But she's a princess and her father would never approve. Can the young lovers keep their passionate affair hidden or is the forbidden fairytale romance bound to come crashing down? Follow their sexually and emotionally charged journey in Blown Out.

The book starts thus:

   It was dark by the time Violet made it to the car. Just another Friday evening. She’d already said goodnight to her father. He hadn’t seemed to suspect a thing. Didn’t he see it? Didn’t he hear the mad, racing beat of her heart? It felt like a newly caged bird, trying to burst its way out of her chest. Thump. Thump. Thump. Did he know? It felt as though the world revolved around her deceit. just another Friday evening.

 

   “What is it tonight?” he’d asked. He always asked but of course, she read too far into it and felt like he already suspected something.

   “Just the orchestra,” Her voice sounded strange and she tried to set it right. “They’re doing Mozart and then Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring. I love that piece.” She’d looked up the program online, of course, feeling like a criminal the whole time. “It might go on until late,” she added.

   “I don’t know how you can stand it,” he’d yawned as she walked with a forced casualness from the room. Her shoes clicked along the hard floors, the sound interspersed by the occasional heavy rug. Ralph was at the door. They didn’t speak until after he’d closed the car door behind her and was in the driver’s seat.

   Then he sighed.

   “It’d be pointless to tell you how crazy this is, wouldn’t it?” he said. He was watching her in the rear-view mirror. Violet couldn’t meet his eyes.

   “I’m not asking you to do anything,” she said. “I just know

you’re too smart to get around. And I’d rather have you know

about it than chase me.”

   “I don’t really know if I should take that as a compliment,” Ralph mused. He tapped out a beat on the steering wheel and went into his pocket for chewing gum, his eyes still focused on her. “Vi, I can’t afford to lose this job.”

   “I know.” She met his gaze then. “I know. And I wouldn’t let that happen. Just do this one thing. Please?”

   He didn’t say anything.

   “How’s Roma, anyway?” Violet surprised herself by remembering his girlfriend’s name. “Weren’t you going to propose?”

   Ralph blew out a sigh.

   “I plan to. Just – finding a moment.”

  “Must be nice,” Vi said. “Not needing permission to be in love.”

   Ralph snorted. “Must be nice living a life of obscene luxury.”

   “Prison is prison,” Violet said. “Doesn’t matter if it looks nice on the outside.”

   Ralph groaned.

   “Fine! Enough with the theatrics! See this, kid. I won’t stop you but you get caught, it’s all you, okay?” He twisted in his

seat to look at her, his blue eyes shaded with concern. “Vi, I

don’t want to see you hurt. Bottom line. You understand?

You’re playing with fire. You do know that, right?”

   She knew it. But fire was pretty to look at and it warmed her in the most addictive way. She hadn’t felt this way since – no. She frowned and tried to expel the thought. Don’t go there.

   “Vi!” Ralph was still looking at her. “I’m talking third-degree burns if you get caught. Is he really worth it?”

   She bit her lip and looked down at her hands. They shook a little and she sat on them.

   “Yes. I’m sorry but yes,” She looked up as Zed approached the car. “He’s – everything.”

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