Adult Edition Novels & Stories

Rich people are very difficult to understand and it’s annoying how commoners keep trying to understand them! Sofia ignored my question and pushed a file toward me. “ These are the rules you must follow. You’ll start on Monday.” “ That’s just the day after tomorrow, too fast,” I sighed. I didn’t even plan for that! “ Well, I have no choice!” I said, scanning the rules. “ No short skirts? No revealing clothes? Is he a bad boy or what?” “ I think those rules are for the 20–22-year-old female teachers. You’re not exactly in that category since you’re older, but still follow them to avoid problems.”

“Purple? That must’ve looked cool. I don’t know if I’m ready for big changes like that. I’m still figuring out… everything.” Ava puts a hand on my arm, her touch reassuring. “That’s the point… you don’t have to have it all figured out. Adulthood isn’t about being perfect; it’s about trying stuff. Like, driving alone at night just because you can, or staying up late without curfew. But watch out for the hangovers if you start partying more. Those are different now.”

My name was Victory Carlson, and I was a college student. I had a pure, lovely, and youthful look, and an impressive 36E bust, and I easily attracted Damon Powell's attention the moment I appeared. Damon was my boyfriend. He'd always wanted to have sex with me, but I listened to advice from my stepdad, Charlie Kramer, that I was only truly considered an adult after I turned 21 years old. "It's going to be my 21st birthday in two days. I'll let you have your wish when that time comes," I told Damon while nestled in his arms in the grove of trees on campus.

They walked into the campus grounds, past the giant arch that read 'Freeside Academy. Freeside Academy was a unique combination of 'Late Secondary' and 'Tertiary Education' aimed at educating the adult youth. Once someone had reached eighteen years of age they would join the adult world, be treated like another respectable member of society and get to enjoy all the perks of adulthood, including the social rules of 'Sexual Conversations.' Students aged eighteen to twenty-five would come here to finish the last part of their education, as well as learn about their roles in society.

"I can't say that I really regret anything that's happened. Step by step it's been unbelievably exciting. Let me explain what happened. I am in my late forties and Alexis, my wife of 18 years marriage, is the same age. She is tall, fairly slim, with brown eyes and hair, smallish breasts, and with lots of light brown pubic hair. Our sex life has been drab to say the least and as our sex has dropped off, I've tried to find new ways to excite her. I have never been adulterous and, to my knowlege, nor has she, although there have been times when she's disappeared for hours on end, seen movies 'by

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“Listen, Auggie. Dying is a serious thing. When someone dies, they can’t come back. They can’t see their family anymore. Do you want to be all alone forever? Even Nora won’t be there because she will be too busy being Alpha.” “Oh…” Augustus looked horrified. Thankfully, the twin were too attached to each other to even think about living alone. “And Nora,” I added, turning to her with narrowed eyes, “sex is something grown-ups do when they love each other. But there’s a right age, and that is eighteen.” “But Uncle Rome said—” “Uncle Rome was wrong,” Dante cut in firmly. “And I’m passing a new rule today. From now on, the legal age of consent in this pack is eighteen.”

“You’re my daughter’s friend. It feels like I’m with my daughter.” “Oh, excuse me? You’re talking to a 26-year-old master’s student. May I remind you I’m an adult, darling?” I rested a hand on my hip. “And do you know how old I am?” “Shock me.” He rolled his eyes with a half-smile ripped on his lip. I huffed. “39.” “Fine, 26, 39, what’s the difference?” He said with an amused smirk. “Gosh!” I gazed up, rolling my eyes. “Adam, it can’t work.”

Ella exclaims. “Adella, what did you think I'll say? You're 18 and he is 24. Do you consider a guy this old will wait on you for sex?" Adrian yells. My right eye twitches. Motherfucker! Time for my entrance.

"What the heck is this? We're among teenagers." "They are college students. Not teenagers." Ara corrected. "I was eighteen when in college." "And at what age did the law say you become an adult?" "Fuck the law. We were all still young and immature." "Not me. I was having five boyfriends then. Not so mature." Ara replied. "You still were. Come on. Five boyfriends?" "None of them noticed that I was playing them until I dropped them all." "Okay. We could say you were smart but not mature. Mature people know that one partner is enough."