Taboo! What a word. From the moment I heard it I wanted to do it. Sounding so naughty and off limits.
Warning – Taboo matters are discussed in the post.
The funny thing is what is taboo for me is not for you. We are all different. Our upbringing and education will have a massive influence on the things we feel are taboo.
Can knickers be taboo?
One of my old boyfriends used to steal ladies knickers off any local washing line when he was about sixteen. Then would take the lingerie home, rub the lacy material all over his cock and finish up by wanking on them. The following day he’d deposit them in a rubbish bin somewhere to prevent his Mum finding out his dreadful secret.
So in this scenario which bit is taboo? The stealing? What he stole? What he did with the stolen item or throwing away perfectly good knickers?
Of course, for some, none of those things are taboo. For my old boyfriend I think the fact that what he was doing was a bit risque made him enjoy the whole process even more.
When he told me several years later I laughed, hugged him and loved him for it.
What about a taboo act that you never knew you’d be up for until it is suddenly on the menu? Here are a couple from my life: Incest and Golden Showers.
The nearest I got to doing something which most people would consider taboo was when I got to know my birth brother. Not bought up together. Same mum different dad. But from the first time we met I wanted him and it was obvious this thought was reciprocated. But we resisted this taboo, illegal temptation. In fact he moved across the other side of the world. To get away from me? I don’t know. But I sometimes think of him and wonder what having sex with him would have been like. I wanted him badly!
Normal or not? Between Consensual Adults…
I’ve delved into incest fiction literature and if well written I have found the content a bit of a turn on. Not the age gap porn though.
I think a fascination in these matters is quite normal and this is verified by taking a look at the topic of the most read stories on hubs such a literotica.
It appears the public get off of on fantasy incest in some way.
But I never thought I would feel that sexy incest buzz in reality. The truth is you never know what may be thrown at you during a life time.
Fun Taboo Sept 1997
On to someone else I wanted badly. Al. When I met him I was exploring my sexuality. It was late summer1997 and I have deep and meaningful diaries on the subject. Some have been written up and some went missing when my sub domain was corrupted. So I have kind of lost my impetus to do anything with them at the moment. And I am not even sure where the hand written ones are. It seems I’ve been thwarted at every turn when it comes to putting them into print.
Anyway I may put them on this blog eventually – we will see.
I digress. Back to Al. Well he was a one! The first person I had phone sex with. The first to spank me and the first to humiliate me with words. Sounds wonderful doesn’t he? Well he was in a way. Rather plain to look at but with a great scene of humor. He liked both sexes and at the time this was hard to get my head round. Cut me some slack – I was young. Now a days I would not spare a moments worry over such things. But back then I spent many a night in angst thinking about what would become of me and him.
A big problem was from my point of view he was dangerous. I was sexually abused as a child and he was violently abused when he was young. So both of us very damaged and needing someone emotionally secure and not each other. But the vibe between us meant I would have let him do anything to me sexually or physically. And that is not such a good place to be when you are vulnerable.
So one evening we had been out up in the west end of London. We stopped off in a shop doorway on the way to the train station. My knickers were off in a jiffy and stuffed in my pocket. Long gypsy skirt hitched around my waist as he attempted to fuck me standing up; you know like in the movie Quadrophenia. But he was six foot three and I’m just below five foot nine. Even with heels we were not a-lined. So he picked me up and we shagged like that for a bit. I didn’t weigh much then. But laughing we admitted defeat and set off home.
Alighting the train we were walking past a park to his home. He still lived with his parents in those days. And he had an idea to finish fucking in the park. It was a warm September night and we were still horny from our previous attempt.
We climbed over a gate and went to find a wooden bench. It was then that he had the idea. To strip off and pee on each other.
“Go on May. It will be a laugh, See what it’s like. I’ve always wanted to try. Got to do everything once in life. How will you know if you like it if you don’t?”
To be honest, as I explained earlier, I was so into him that he didn’t have to ask twice.
We moved onto a grassy area, both stripped and he told me to go first.
Well do you know what, he laid down on the grass and I stood over him, naked, one leg either side of his middle, and try as I might I could not piss. I mean I needed to. We’d had several golden drinks that evening. But it wouldn’t come out. Must have been the novelty of what I attempting or maybe it’s taboo nature.
In the end we switched positions and his pee flowed nicely. All over me in fact.
Did it feel wrong? No. It felt so right. I agreed. I wanted it. We shared it. And afterwards we ran around while I got dry than I sat on his cock and he fucked me by the light of the moon.
That was the one and only time I’ve tried the golden showers taboo experience. Personally I found the act more fun than sexy so I don’t need to do it again, but if my man did, I’d let him.
Of course fantasies are a a different matter, You can be as taboo as you want in your head and no one will know or care. One thing that often crops up in my deviant imagination is breast feeding a guy. In my mind it is a very sexual scene and I get fucked too. The topic is discussed in this post.
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