Adult Edition Novels & Stories

“C'mon, it can't be that bad. That's just a place for people with insatiable appetites,“ “Did I say that out loud?“ I asked, wondering if my thoughts had been heard. “Nah, it's all over your face. You feel disgusted,“ His eyes trailed over me, “You ain't exactly prudish, so I'm guessing you ain't a fan of PDA?“ “I'm not a fan of porn, especially one as dark as what I'd just witnessed,“ “Well, I beg to differ,“ He chuckled. ”It's a hard world, lady. Most of us get random, stubborn boners. We need a place like this to ease off,“ “But there were teenagers back there…" “Over 18, I assure you.“ “Still doesn't make it feel right!“ “In all honesty, I've never heard that sexual urges respect ages. Y

Unlike the other members of her pack, Ada's healing ability was almost non-existent so it took longer for her to heal. Ada tried to find something special to wear since it also happened to be her eighteen birthday today. I know what you're thinking Oh wow you're eighteen! Congratulations. But to her it was anything but that. Most times her parents didn't even remember her birthday. But this year they seemed to recall that she was now legally an adult. That made her stomach queasy with unease, Ada needed to be perfect today if she didn't want to get kicked out of their house, no one else in the pack would give her shelter. Quietly Ada left her room and went down the steps. It was only five in

"Wait, so you attended the Academy? Did you finish early, then? You had to leave because you're becoming Alpha?" "No, Wrenley. Do you not know that I'm older than you?" I stop and look to him. "We aren't the same age? I mean, sure, you don't look eighteen, but a lot of people look a year or two older. Right? So you're, what, a year older? Maybe two?" Adam can't help but smile. "Four." "Months?" I ask, partially playing around and partially serious. He shrugs as he says, "I really thought you knew."

It’s mainly ads for high-class plant nurseries, horse tackle and nanny agencies. ‘Try again. You are looking for the odd one out.’ I can’t abide the cat and mouse stuff. Life isn’t just a game, even if Waterloo was won on the playing fields of Eton. Why can’t she just tell me? I scanned the page again, but still it felt like an exam I hadn’t learned for. I could read the words without comprehending a thing. She ran out of patience, much to my relief. ‘Well? What do you think?’

"Unless you want to wear this world female's clothes or my clothes, you better draw one and come with me" [I can never wear this world's female clothes] Those are too revealing. I can't wear something like that on a daily basis. I would die of shame. "Well, you are too young for that anyway," he said with a small chuckle. [I am not that young. 18 is the usual age where a person is considered an adult in our world. So I am an adult] "And those women you have met will probably be in their age of minimum 500" [500?] How old? But they look so young. Not more than a year older than me.

Klara looked like she was disgusted. They were ushered into a Jet, Clara waited until they were literally alone. "Enjoy" the man in black said and didn't wait for an answer, good, he would have been disappointed if he had waited for an answer, because the girls were obviously not planning to be nice. "Adulthood starts from 18, and even adults cry" Clara continued their conversation. "Whatever" Klara shrugged, the truth is she's scared too, probably even more than Clara is, but she'll be damned before showing anyone she's scared,

I stiffened and looked at my with a heart that almost fell out. I'm not a pregnant mom! How would I be if Mother knew all this charade? ___________________ Sorry for the cringe part. Writing while holding back, sleepily becomes nonsense. Do you think that 23 is an adult category or not? Rara at 23 is too childish, huh? Please comment, let me consider the character of Rara give rate tho💋💋💋💋💋💋💋.

It made me feel that I was too much and too fast. I went downstairs to meet Sebastian who was in the kitchen, making a small birthday cake. He wore a simple black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He turned when he heard me and gave me that gentle smile, the one that always made everything feel a little better. “Happy birthday, Lily,” he said softly. “Twenty-one already…wow!” He inhales and exhales. “You’re an adult now.” I sat at the counter and tried to smile. We ate cake together. It was a quiet birthday but not bad at all. At least I had someone who cared for me at least but throughout the small celebration, my mind kept going back to my body. The changes were bothering me more today.

“Ebony? Daddy kinks? Or BDSM?” Grace grinned a little. “Daddy kinks.” I picked a good video and started playing it on the big TV. The sounds of moaning filled the room. On the screen, a young girl was calling a man “Daddy” while he fucked her. I slipped my hand between Grace’s legs. She was already wet. I rubbed her pussy gently first, then pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned loudly and pressed her face into my chest. “That’s it,” I whispered. “Feel Daddy’s fingers.”

“Fantastic! But you don’t look old enough for that.” Is he flirting with me? I focus on him. He is. He’s precious. He looks like he’s about ten years old with his little baby face and no facial hair. “Axl,” I say, giving him my full attention. “I’m thirty-eight. My daughter is twenty-two. Can you give me my room key now?” I smile brightly but honestly, I’m over it. His eyes widen. He gets it. “Right. Sorry. Here you are,” he says, handing me back my license and card, and then writing the room number on the key card holder. “And here’s your key.”