18+ Comics Novels & Stories

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.”

Themes: Female x Male, Boss x Employee, Office Setting Wendy Wright stared at her computer screen, the numbers blurring as fatigue set in. The office had emptied hours ago, leaving her alone with the quarterly reports and the distant hum of the cleaning crew. At twenty-eight, she was the youngest senior analyst at Vertex Financial, a position she'd earned through relentless dedication. And late nights like this one. The sound of approaching footsteps made her sit straighter, instinctively smoothing her pencil skirt.

CHAPTER 85 OUR MARRIAGE IS NOTHING BUT A DEAL 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!

Strictly 18+. Note, this is a forbidden steamy dark romance with four alpha male.

The people who wandered quickly became outsiders, the comic book geeks, the IT folks, the rednecks. With the computerized age data dispersal adjusted inconceivably. The five channels became 500. Movies went to video games, where no single experience is very similar to another. The web supplanted the bringing together stone monument with a vast abyss of variety. Thus every interest became periphery and each periphery became standard. When Spiderman hit the theaters, what number of comic book 'geeks' did it make? What number of youthful spirits sat shuddering in a film theater terrified yet stirred whenever they first watched a SAW film?