18+ Comics Novels & Stories

“Nice to meet you, Lissa. Do you always invite delivery guys in for company?” “Only the cute ones who look like they could handle a bad day.” He laughed, low and surprised. “Damn. Straight to the point.” I grinned. “Life’s too short for games. Tell me something real. How old are you?” “Twenty-eight.” “Girlfriend?” He shook his head. “Not anymore. She said I work too much.” I leaned back, letting my tank top ride up a little. “That’s a shame. What do you do when you’re not delivering pizza?”

It had been years since they dated, but that didn’t stop me from having a crush on him. His deep voice pulled me from my thoughts again when he said, “So, uh… this is awkward.” His hand went to rub at the back of his neck as he contemplated what to say next. “You’re eighteen now,” he stated simply after a moment, and I nodded slowly. “And if I’m not mistaken… you were also just about to make me cum.” My eyes widened at his words as a thrill shot through me. Was this really happening? “I could report you for sexual harassment,” he continued with a smirk. “Or I could punish you myself. Your choice.”

I don't want to marry that scumbag nerd, and I also don't want to let the money slip through my fingers. ------------- Thanks for giving this story a chance. I will not disappoint you. The story contains smuts, 18+ content and light BDSM (spanking, hadcuffing, dominating male etc). Move ahead only if you are comfortable. I will not put the warnings in each chapter. Follow my I G page (dayyyyydreamerrr) to view the cast and stay updated about my current and upcoming stories.

“Fantastic! But you don’t look old enough for that.” Is he flirting with me? I focus on him. He is. He’s precious. He looks like he’s about ten years old with his little baby face and no facial hair. “Axl,” I say, giving him my full attention. “I’m thirty-eight. My daughter is twenty-two. Can you give me my room key now?” I smile brightly but honestly, I’m over it. His eyes widen. He gets it. “Right. Sorry. Here you are,” he says, handing me back my license and card, and then writing the room number on the key card holder. “And here’s your key.”

Chapter 8: War and Worship The penthouse smelled like sex, gun oil, and black coffee. Kai sat cross-legged on the massive bed, wearing nothing but Damien’s oversized black shirt and the thick steel plug still lodged deep in his cum-filled ass. His fingers flew across two laptops and a tablet, screens glowing with schematics, bank routes, and live security feeds. Damien paced in front of him like a caged panther, shirtless, fresh stitches across his ribs, low-slung sweatpants doing nothing to hide the heavy outline of his cock.

CHAPTER 1: WELCOME FELLOW UNDEADS WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE!

He pulled the bag closer and my eyes widened at the varieties of sex toys inside the bag. I was definitely getting spoiled today. He lifted my skirt up to my waist, pulling my thong to the side. His other free hand ached my back even more. "You might turn into a river if you continue dripping this much..." I snapped my eyes shut, as his fingers traced the outline of my slick folds. Grinding a bit on his fingers. "You are quite impatient." The flogger landed on my ass and I screamed out. "Fuck... I love this already more..." I moaned as he pulled his fingers back from in-between my thighs and slowly caressed my butt cheeks where the flogger had just landed.

"I know, I'm obsessed! The characters are so cute." Lucien, my brother, rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "You two and your cartoons. I'm trying to discuss the latest comic book releases here." I playfully hit him on the arm. "Oh, sorry Lucien. But comics are so boring compared to cartoons." Lucien mock-offended, "Hey, comics are not boring! They're actually really deep and complex." I teased, "Oh yeah, sure they are, Lucien. That's why you spend hours reading them every day."

WARNING: This book is tagged 18+ as it contains mature content, and also some words or emotions that might make you a bit uncomfortable. Also, the Author is not a medical student and some medical terms might be incorrect, so please note that this is a fiction. I will make the book interesting but I can't promise there won't be some mistakes. Thank you. *************

There were plenty of roofing nails poking through the wood above me. I made it to the boxes with my skull intact and knelt to examine the magazines. My stomach fluttered when I realized there might be Playboy or Penthouse magazines among the contents. At eleven, I knew what they were, but I wasn’t quite at the point I understood what the big deal was, though that fluttering in my gut told me I was almost there. As it turned out, there were no skin mags in the boxes, but to a kid my age, what was in them was an even greater treasure. Old comic books. Tons of them. Spider-Man, Superman, The Avengers, Planet of the Apes, Archie, Scary Tales, and a bunch of others I’d never heard of. I grabbed a