Adult Books Novels & Stories

I squeak at the end. Damn it. He’s caught me by surprise, and it’s making me nervous. “Smut isn’t what I had in mind.” “It’s just a romance novel, Daddy.” I knew the cigarettes would get me in trouble, but I’m surprised he’s harping on the book. He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure.

When he rolled off me he laughed and said, "That was okay, right? Not every girl makes a big deal out of her first time." I hated how wet that memory still made me. I should have felt angry, used, worthless. Instead my pussy kept throbbing, begging for something more. Something real. Something that would break me and put me back together. That was why I started searching online late at night. BDSM. Domination. Submission. The words alone made my nipples hard. I read stories about girls who got tied up, spanked until they cried, then fucked so deep they screamed. Men who knew how to take control. Men who made you feel like their favorite toy and their most precious slut at the same time. I wa

He said she was not to worry the Doctors had said it would not be forever and she would soon start to feel herself again. Belle was lost, and empty she did the small tasks her Father asked her to do, cleaning, washing and even preparing food she appeared to know how to do these things but something told her she had not done them for some time. She had too much time to think that was the problem, when the weather was good she walked around the garden trying desperately to find whatever it was that was missing inside her. Sebastian watched her hidden in his room and it broke his heart he could sense her distress and he longed to comfort her but she did not know him. When the weather turned col

"Why?" Mom pushed me to the ground, picked up that dark, pulsating thing, and swallowed it in a few bites. "Laura, I love you the most. Now, I need a favor from you. You won't turn me down, will you? Let me wear your skin, okay? Please. "I want to be like your grandma. If I gain immortality, I'll always remember the good things about you. Don't worry, Laura. I'll be gentle so that it won't hurt too much."

Part of me wants to flee this exchange, the other feels strangely drawn to his presence. — Does she have a favorite genre? Poetry? Old novels? He frowns slightly. — She loved poetry, once… before the illness stole a bit of herself from her. But I think she would appreciate a book that reminds her of her youth. Something that makes her feel like she still exists. These words strike me unexpectedly. I understand this pain, this need to cling to what remains. — I might have what you need… follow me. I lead him to the back shelves, where the books no one comes looking for anymore lie dormant. I pull out a bound collection of Ronsard, with a worn leather cover, gilt-edged pages.

~ Lila ~ For months I had been watching Professor Alexander like he was the only man in the world. I sat in the back row of his literature class every Tuesday and Thursday, heart racing whenever he walked in. He was tall, with dark hair that fell across his forehead in that messy way he never fixed. His voice was deep and steady, the kind that made the whole room quiet down the second he started talking about books. He wore plain button-down shirts with the sleeves rolled up, showing strong forearms, and thin glasses that he pushed up when he got excited about a story.

“Do you think your little hole will stretch nice and wide when the two of us are nestled deep in your cunt?” Her eyes widened. “Uncle Aiden…” She swallowed audibly. “I want to be a good girl, but I think you and Daddy together would hurt.” She glanced over at Kyle’s thick rod that bobbed between his thighs as he gagged on me. “Daddy is thick…like a coke can. And you’re so long, so girthy. I’m not sure I can handle both of you together.” I grinned at my perfect niece. “I thought you wanted to be my good, little slut for us, Phoebe?”

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and