Novel & Cerita 18+ Books

Author’s Disclaimer. ®️All Rights Reserved. ©️Copyright by Sarah Holmes 2023. Warning! Warning!! Warning!!! Before you dive into my twisted fictional world created for Morana and Kallias. There are triggers you should look out for. The book contains violence, abuse, extra mature content with eighteen plus themes, swear languages, all that is not appropriate for a child, human or aliens (like me) under the age of sixteen. If the aforementioned triggers aren’t meant for you, then you can skip. Although that would not be advised since I have such an amazing plot in store for your guys.

⚠️A Little Heads Up Before We Begin⚠️ While this is a romance book, it also contains explicit Dom/sub dynamics including consensual spanking, power exchange, edging, restraints, and enough unresolved tension to short-circuit your e-reader. If any of that makes you uncomfortable, no hard feelings, but this one's not for you. Buttt if your pulse just quickened a little? Welcome. You're exactly who this story was written for. 18+ only, please and thank you.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

Casey, an 18-year-old girl, is drawn to her confident 24-year-old neighbor. After dinner, he invites her into his room, where their connection deepens. He skillfully guides her through intimate moments, awakening her senses and emotions ******************** The air was thick with anticipation as Casey stood in the doorway of her new neighbor’s room, her heart pounding in her chest. The soft glow of a desk lamp cast a warm amber hue over the space, illuminating the sleek, modern furniture and the scattered books that hinted at his intellect.

It's not in my nature. And honestly, I can't wait for my adult life to start. I crave it so much. A few days ago, Samantha took me to a burlesque club. I know what you're thinking — what does a nineteen year old girl know about burlesque? Of all career options, why dance? And clubs? But hear me out, I've always wanted such things. I also have an Onlyfans account, which I opened the night I turned eighteen. I want to show off my body. I want to express myself on dance floors. I crave the attention, I crave the noise, and most of all... I crave the money.

She wanted everyone to know that while the holy Father was dead, the town harlot was very much alive. Beside her stood Ruth-Ann. At eighteen, she was a masterpiece of untapped potential. While her friends spent their weekends getting sweaty in the backseats of trucks, Ruth-Ann had remained a fortress. Even with her boyfriend, Dante Grimes, the school's golden boy, she felt nothing but polite boredom. She glanced at her phone, seeing his latest text: 'So what do you say? Are you in or not?' Of course she wasn't in. The thought of Dante's mouth on her pussy made her stomach turn with a dry, clinical distaste. Why would people partake in such a disgusting act?

“I’m twenty-three. I’m old enough to know what I want and what I don’t.” “You’re just twenty-three, Melanie” she fired back. “Old enough to know right from wrong,” I shot back. “Old enough to pleasure myself whenever, however, and with whatever I want. Some of my mates are already married. Others are sleeping around every weekend. At this rate, I don’t mind joining them if you think what I’m doing is so terrible.” “Melanie” she screamed.

Verbal humiliation — 5 Spitting — 2 Objectifying — 3 Shaving — 1 Sexy clothing — 5 Outdoor scenes — 2 Public exposure — 2 Body part torture Nipple clamps — 3 CBT — 1 Sounding —1 Fetishes Feet — 1 Boots — 2 Underwear (panties/lingerie)— 5 Chastity devices — 2 Masks — 2 Leather — 4 Roleplaying Fear play — 4 Abandonment — 1 Kidnapping —2 Interrogation — 4 Rape — 1 Gangbang — 5 Medical scenes— 2 Prison scenes — 2 Schoolroom scenes — 5 ;) Primal play — 2 Bodily fluids and functions Water-sports (giving) —1 Water-sports (receiving) — 1 Scats (giving) — 1 Scats (receiving) —1 Cum (giving) — 5

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

The silence in Orion’s private library was a living thing, thick and heavy with the scent of old paper, leather, and beeswax. Thalia, the new archivist, knew she was trespassing. This sanctum was forbidden to all but the Alpha himself, but the lure of centuries-old knowledge had been too potent to resist. Her fingers, skilled and careful, had traced the spines of volumes on law, history, and war before they closed around a simple, unmarked book of vellum.