Adult Fiction Meaning Novels & Stories

And that was one of the less explicit of the paintings. Suddenly, Kate began to feel dizzy again as she looked around her. One wall was dominated by a huge canvas depicting what would normally be called a conversation piece, with many people sitting and standing in a social situation. But all the people here were in an explicitly sexual situation. In fascination, Kate approached the enormous, gilt-framed painting. It was, she noted, a pastiche of the Dutch School; the room and furnishings were plain:to the point of starkness, and the clothing of the figures spoke of puritanism. Yet their actions were the opposite. They all, men and women alike, had exposed, oversized genitals, and they were

The dirty words, the forbidden reality of who he was, and the way he owned my body pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, thrusting harder, deeper. His voice took on a darker, primal edge. “I’m going to breed this tight little cunt. Pump you full of my cum until it’s dripping out of you. You want that? You want me to knock you up while your best friend has no idea?” His absolutely filthy words were my undoing. My walls clenched around him violently as my orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, screaming his name, my body shaking in the cuffs as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

~Brenda For the most part of my adult life, I’ve only characterized men by the size of their cocks. That’s it. To me, they aren’t people with feelings or hobbies. They are just talking, walking cocks. This is what happens when your sister sleeps with your fiancé on your wedding day. I have no concept of love anymore. It’s a fairy tale for people who haven't been stabbed in the back. All I want now is to be fucked, spanked, and spat on.

Instead, he hoisted my legs apart whilst he fished my pussy with his mouth. My hips heaved high as my breath caught in my chest. "I thought you wanted me to suck you." I moaned. "That can come later. The aroma of your juice drive me crazy." His tongue stuck out lapping my vagina. I bit my lip as he ran his tongue through the slit. "Adam, what does Springs signify to you?" I threw my head backwards. "Hope," he said, lapping at the nub which was beginning to swell. "Hope for what?"

She had only imagined this, every morning she saw Victor on the mountains, imagined his thick lips kissing her everywhere, his strong arms pushing her to the wall, his tongue flicking his clit, and his thick cock in her mouth; everything was spot on, just like she had imagined it, but she was not the only one thinking of this day. Victor is married to Alora and has two beautiful daughters Maria and Marlene (12 and 15) but Alora is mostly concerned about her theatre job. She is not like when they got married, wild fantasies and good sex and she blames it on having kids and responsibilities and her career plans. Alora is beautiful but Victor has wondered for a while if she desired him still or

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

The screens showed live feeds of other rooms, and other people. A couple in one room was fucking on a table, the woman bent over while two men took turns. In another, a woman was tied spread-eagle, a man teasing her with a vibrator while she begged. Clara’s breath caught. Heat flooded between her legs. She was instantly wet. Julian sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap, her back to his chest. His hand slid under her skirt, fingers pushing her soaked panties aside. “Watch them,” he said against her ear.

Aiden looked down at her with a wicked smile, still buried inside her cum-filled cunt. “This isn’t over,” he said.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.