Adult Books Novels & Stories

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.

The largest out of the men said before they walked us to the back. The first thing i heard was excited giggles from children and teenagers grinning about the new girlfriend book. It was for them after wards. Reynolds sipped her hands inside my arm as we walked to the front. The local TV news was covering everything. "In honor of children, parents and grandparents. I created a free library where children and adults can spend their whole day reading without interruption," I said. "Nowadays libraries are boring. You would only find chemistry books and physical and health education books or psychological book with human skeleton laying around. But this is an advanced library with everything. Inc

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.

The library was not merely a collection of books; it was a repository of wisdom, a testament to the city's commitment to learning, and a beacon guiding the community towards enlightenment. The library was alive with an array of activities. The elder, whose age had etched deep lines of wisdom on his face, sat surrounded by a group of wide-eyed children. His voice, rich and resonant, wove tales of ancient heroes, their exploits echoing through the ages. Each story was a seed, sown in the fertile minds of the young, inspiring them to dream, question, and create.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

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

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.

"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."

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

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