18+ Comics Novels & Stories

Jared, a 17-year-old boy, struggles with his forbidden desires for his stepmother, Elena. After a dinner where her presence overwhelms him, he retreats to his room, consumed by fantasies of her. Using lube, he masturbates while imagining Elena in explicit scenarios. ********************************* Jared’s heart pounded as he shut the door to his room, the weight of the evening’s dinner still lingering in his mind. His stepmother, Elena, had been there, her presence a constant, intoxicating distraction.

no I won't" she lies down getting her knees up opening her legs my breathing stops literally. She's not wearing any panties ,she's not wearing any panties my mind keeps on repeating that look away your daughter's best friend is not wearing any panties and she's showing me her....no ,no don't say it ,dont look get up and leave. I try to stand up but I am sporting a semi why the hell am I sporting a semi for my daughter's Eighteen year old friend she is a beautiful girl but it's so inappropriate what will she think of me if she saw I was hard for her ,I am sure she doesn't know that she forgot her panties I calm my breathing trying so hard to concentrate on the movie thinking about my beautifu

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.

~~~ {"Do you have a fucking lose nut up there?"} {"Boss would never follow a little eighteen year old girl around because he gives some shit about her or anything. All he can do is keep her as a fuck toy just as she had naively given herself to Chase fucking Romano. She’s boss' leverage to escape Romano's wrath also for murdering her grandmother and also, to use it and get back at him. Either way, it’s a win win situation for us"}

The Story of Chrissy and Asher My birthday had just passed. I was finally 18 years old. But sadly I was still a dumb virgined-nerd. I had been picked on all my life. Being in our high school was a bigger drag because we were in a small town. Which meant that the same stupid people that I knew in elementary as my bullies, were my same tormentors in high school. I was deep in depression most of my life. That was, until she moved in nect door. My angel- she had beautiful curves in all the right places, bee sting lips with the long batting-lashes that made me do anything she asked me to do.

CHAPTER 25 RELUCTANT WARNING! EXTREMELY SPECIFIC AND DEFINED AS HELL !!!! SEXUAL !!!! CONTENT !!! HANDLE YOUR OWN EMOTIONS AND REACTIONS. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HEAVY (GORE, 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!

Introduction: To stay out of hell, he'll have to stick it in his sisters. ******* Anyone who's read my stuff knows I like it when things get a little goofy. Well this is definitely the silliest story I've written so far. If everything must be super serious, this story is definitely not for you. Everyone is over 18. ***** Mary had a problem: her 19-year-old son, Michael, would not stop masturbating.

"God, keep going... don't stop!" Dante’s rambles were becoming unintelligible as he lost his "composed" older-brother persona. "Mmm, fuck... Ari... you’re ruining me... ah, god, yes... just like that!" Behind me, Jax wasn't just watching anymore. I felt the cold, wet spray of more lube hitting my backside. His large, rough palms began to massage my ass cheeks, spreading the slickness until I felt like I was made of liquid.

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I approached the circulation desk, smiling at the librarian — a severe woman in her fifties with silver hair pinned tight. “Excuse me, where’s the restroom?” She looked up slowly, eyes narrowing behind her glasses. “Have you been here before?” I laughed, thinking it was some quirky house rule. “Yeah, all the time. Why?” “ID, please. And you need to be over 18.” I blinked, still chuckling as I fished out my driver’s license. “You’re serious?” She inspected it like it was a passport at customs, then nodded. “Follow me.”