Adult Edition Novelas e Histórias

Warning: Explicit sexual content, voyeurism, cuckolding themes, therapist/patient breach, rough sex, group settings. 18+ only. All characters are adults 21+. PART 1: THE DEMONSTRATION "So, Maya, you're telling me you've never had an orgasm with Jason?" Dr. Adrian Stone sat in his leather chair, perfectly composed in his tailored suit, looking every bit the professional sex therapist his credentials claimed. Across from him on the therapy couch sat Maya, twenty-four years old and visibly uncomfortable, with her boyfriend Jason fidgeting beside her.

"You're such a beast. 28cm, 28cm. Why don't you cut off that thing of yours? Did you think your sweetheart is someone who appears in those adult films?" Edward's eyes twitched. He finally understood what Joseph had been blabbering about. Joseph was such a pervert through and through. Edward slammed the knife onto the chopping board. "I'm talking about my age. What's gotten into you?" "Oh, it's your age." Joseph sighed in relief. He had been worried about how Draskia could have such a pervert like Edward. After a while, Joseph exclaimed in shock, "Are you that old?" Edward snorted before snapping back at Joseph. "May I know how you know so much about adult films?"

Some were so old they were little more than hollow, insect-eaten fragments. Grandma was the village chief, ruling over everything without challenge. No one dared to defy her. My eldest sister, Lily, was about to turn 18. Soon, it would be time for her coming-of-age ceremony. However, Grandma, who had always doted on her, had forbidden her from attending. When my sister tried to protest, she was struck across the face. "Enough! I said you're not going, and that's final." Even though Grandma was 99 years old, her strength had not left her. Lily's cheek swelled almost immediately.

Audrey was an adult, and maybe I needed to start treating her like one. I almost laughed out loud at the thought. Even though we had slept together, I often forgot that she was not a child. I was ten years her senior, after all. I shuddered at that; ten years. She was just eighteen, and yet I could hardly sleep some nights because I missed her. Like I needed another reminder that I was too damn old for her. Almost without realizing it, I found myself in front of the local drugstore. I peered up at the neon sign, hesitating for a moment before deciding to slip inside to grab some things.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

“I’m sorry but yes. You need care and if your arm is bad enough that Angela is trying to restrict what you do then, similar to how I have forced Damian I will force you.” “You can’t do that. I’m an adult at nineteen.” “No ma’am. You are considered an adult in the manner that you can join the warrior program and travel to other packs in search of your mate but you can be forced into the hospital and receive care until you turn twenty-one.” “I don’t understand. Eighteen is adulthood.” “Not for werewolves. There is a grey area created mainly for those who are orphaned or choose to go rogue.” “You would force me to undergo surgery.”

"Jackson, dear, when are you going to bring your fiancée home to meet your grandmother? I’m very old now, and you... you’re not young anymore... I need to meet her before I die! This old woman deserves the chance to play with her great-grandchildren." Jackson sighed deeply. He wasn’t old—he was only 32. Was that considered old? He hadn’t even reached the prime of adulthood, which should be at 40, right? His grandmother was so impatient. "Grandma, I’ve told you before—if I find someone I like, I’ll introduce her to you."

"You don't just want me alone for a little bit?" I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer. "That too." She lifted up and grazed our lips together. "No chance we could put off being adults? Eason advised a PG-13 greeting as a little four-year-old might appear, but he said nothing about a closed door." I hummed at the thought and let my briefcase call from my hand as I walked her back down the hallway. "Temptying, but no... Maybe for dessert." "Whose dessert?"

Alif interrupts. "Expensive cinema tickets!" Jenar explained. " We better save the money," she said casually. "You also have to save money. The tuition fee will be more expensive, Alif." "I have a movie from my friend," Alif teased. "A good and addictive film," he said excitedly. "I told you to stop hanging out with them!" Jenar hit his head a little hard. "You are a minor. You just turned 18 yesterday," said Jenar. "That means I'm not underage," he replied, laughing again. "I've been allowed to watch adult films," he said frankly.

Age 18… I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. These words repeat in my head as I sit in the client room at The Sanctuary, staring at the checklist Dom Adam gave me. A week has passed since my eighteenth birthday, officially making me an adult in the human and paranormal worlds alike. My birthday gift to myself is a membership at The Sanctuary, a local werewolf BDSM club. Tonight is my first session with my dom, and I’m desperately trying to hold myself together.