Adult Book Boxes Novels & Stories

She pulled out a medium-sized trunk covered in dust and walked back to the table. “This is it.” Agnes dropped it before us, sending some of the dust into the air, and I sneezed. “Bless you.” Raphael said, patting my hand. “Thanks.” I sniffled a bit and peered into the box that had been opened. Five books sat inside, though not covered with dust and cobwebs as the box had been, but they looked like they had spent a lot of time in it. “Thank you.” Raphael said, taking each one out with great care. It wasn’t because they seemed like they would fall apart at the slightest touch, but because they looked old, like decades of years old. And it was only common sense that they should be treated with

Seeing what was in the box, I was shocked and blushed. I couldn’t believe my eyes! It was a box of sex toys! My God! There were dildos, vibrators, and all kinds of other kinky shit in the box. There was a note in the box that said: Dear Tracy don't feel shy. Sex is a wonderful thing, and there is no shame. I heard that you are going to be eighteen years old. Here is a box of adult gifts for you. I hope you have a nice evening. Your friend Pearl

Two dozen or more cardboard boxes were neatly stacked. “What are these?” she called out to Daniel. “Discards,” he said, coming to her corner. “Maggie’s old law books. There’s a business college with a paralegal program in town. I was going to donate the books to their little law library.” “Going to?” “Well, I still am. I just haven’t quite...” Eleanor gave him a flat, steady stare. “How long have these been sitting here in those boxes?” “A year, I suppose.”

Her eyes roamed around the room and falling on the boxes that were on the corner of the room, she got up and approached them. She was entirely busy with her student's CA. Being a lecturer she was busy making sure she finished everything about school so she could be free for this special event. She totally forgot to unpack these boxes and some other boxes in the rooms too. This was the box they kept all their old books and photo albums in. She bent down and opened the box, after going through some books she came across the big gray-covered album and picked it up. When she opened the album, it fell on the page in the middle. She traced her fingers on a picture going back to the lovely scene th

His disposition reflected the same. “You think you can trick me.” His eyes bugged out a bit farther and he shook his claws in the air. “You are wrong.” He turned and stomped from the room. I couldn’t help my grin. It didn’t bother me that I upset him. He was rude and I didn’t need to like him. I went into the other room to eat and the boxes drew my eyes. I walked over and opened the first one. It held a selection of fiction and nonfiction. I found a book about Roman mythology and another called On War by Carl von Clausewitz. The fiction was all over the place from romance to thrillers. The second box held similar titles. There were fifty-two books total; I knew because I counted them. I arra

He could feel something was not right. The girl turned around and looked at the direction Axel was pointing with his nod. "If you want to take a look at it and destroy it just because you're looking for someone, you might lose your football scholarship for that." She replied while she looked at the box. Adam didn't dare breathe while the other two were talking. Then she turned her head again to look at Axel directly. "Those books are for the archives and only the university's official research team has authorized access to it--which are older than your great grandfather and more expensive than the school's entire budget. Feel free to destroy your future by taking a peek."

She walked towards me and placed another box next to me and I reached out to it while still clutching at the frame. I picked at the ribbons and unwrapped them, the sides of the box fell apart to reveal books, childish fairytale books that I always saw in the hands of my mates when younger and I wish I had them. Books that when I got the chance to look at it, I stuttered when I read and then I gave up. Besides the books were CDs of cartoons that Amara had talked about from her childhood and I couldn't relate cause I wasn't privy to them.

“You’ll be thanking me later today and not just with words.” “Wow women. You are really sexy when you say things like that. I love it and you.” “And you’re sexy with that smirk on your face and I love you more so get back to packing.” “It’s cute when you get stern.” 4 hours and 9 boxes later all sporting different labels and we are done. My room is empty. Sets. Books. Bathroom. Desk. School. Bedding. Clothes. Shoes. Decor. Yes I had an entire box for just my matching sweatiest. I swear it’s an addiction at this point but I don’t think I will be attending therapy anytime soon.

We went to the local littles shop, our town does have a variety of bdsm shops, littles being one of them, you could find anything in our town. We went to the shop and I went crazy, I picked things for my princess, we don’t know how young she is when in little space but we hoped she would be young, like really young. I want my baby to be just that a baby, we’ll still take care of all her needs, including the sexual ones, but when she’s in her big girl headspace.

If you take the time to open the box before you chuck it into the bin, you should have an idea of my intentions this morning before I caught you in bed with someone I thought was a friend. Before I get the courage to open the box, a million thoughts are racing through my head. What is in this box? It must be something very important to him; he left it here for me to see. Is this what my life has come to, a box and three broken hearts? The box is black; it is the kind of box you buy in gift stores, the ones that are already made, the pop a present in sorts. I take the lid off; there is another box, a box in a box, this one a fragment smaller, this one a deep red, a perfect color between black