18+ Novels & Stories

"We do all that because we rule the fucking city. I rule the fucking city and beyond. Do you have any other questions?" {"Kitten"} Sophia leaned back, trying to think of what to ask again. He was ready to answer her, so why not ask for answers? “Do-do you traffic people then? Drugs? Weapons? Rape? You do all that?" Chase slowly raised up her tee shirt but not in a way that she was going to notice before sliding her panties to the side, positioning her core directly on his clothed cock. “Trafficking people? No” He raised her up a bit and pulled off his boxers slowly. “Drugs? Yes,” He spat on his fingers and rubbed it on her core, watching as she threw her head back when a small moan left her

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This work is a piece of fictional erotic entertainment. Any sexual activity in real life should always involve clear consent from all parties. •••••• I hate my boss, Julien Moreau. Yes, I hate him.

Johnson said. “Strippers?” Another shock hit her like a rock. “Yeah like, carrying neat bitches, well… I prefer starting with tongues on my dick Johnson!” Johnson took a moment to think about it “That's cool, but until you're eighteen” “He's right” he pointed at Johnson, “ for now, I watched bitches twerks In their clothes, your crush said, when I turned eighteen, I can watch them do that in bikinis until I'm twenty, they can be completely naked and play with their womanhood on a table before me hahaha” Adain laughed, Kelly's mouth is still open wide.

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

They were left with the responsibility to take care of two growing teenage girls; that is almost becoming adults. Candy is a year old than me, she is already eighteen years old, so the adult age implies to me; I am yet to be eighteen years old.

Also at the hotel, there was a bottle of champagne in the room, meaning they kept it there knowing their guest was only 18. Leo looked even more confused. “Wait, you’re 18? I thought you were older. Also, what is wrong with the USA, they allow you to get married at 18 but not drink? At what age are you allowed to drink?” “Twenty-one,” Eden answered. “NO! Tell me that’s not true, signora!” Leo exclaimed, his eyes widened. His reaction was comic. “I’m only 20, will I have to wait a whole year to be able to drink again?”

A normal mother would not be so excited about this, but as I’d known my entire life, my mother wasn’t normal. “Why are you not upset about this?” I questioned. I really wanted to know. She sighed. “You’re eighteen. You’ll be nineteen in October, and you’re an adult. You’re smart, and I know you can handle this. You waited until you were married, and that’s all any parent can ever hope for, but I’m excited because this means that you can actually have children.” I was now thoroughly confused. “What do you mean?”

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.”

“Because I am eighteen and I just graduated high school, Mum! What would the neighbors say? What would-” Hitting the table, he dragged it up and flung it toward the wall, regardless of the fact that everyone had been actively eating in peace earlier. “Who cares what anyone has to say? Here are his details!” He threw a yellow file at me. Papers scattered everywhere, but they revealed the details of a man at least sixty years old. I scoffed, my lungs gasping for air. “I'd continue my job at the cafeteria and sell what I can, but I won't get married to this old man.”