Adult Light Novels & Stories

Damien laughed and asked me the most unlikely question. “How old are you again?”. For a moment I forgot my age. It was like I was under a spell. “Hello”, he waved his hand in front of me. I cleared my throat softly and responded “Twenty four years”. He was pleased by my response and walked out of his seat. “In Cabin, when you are sixteen years old you are legally allowed to have a baby, drive a car and work. When you are eighteen, you are legally an adult. Mr Swift, how old are you?” He asked, sitting on the desk in front of me.

This story is intended for adults aged 18 and older and contains explicit sexual content and mature themes. Readers should be aware that it includes depictions of gay sexual activity, oral sex, anal sex, rimming, cruising, public sexual encounters, power-exchange and submissive/dominant dynamics, explicit sexual language, and descriptions of consensual sexual acts between adults. All characters depicted in sexual situations are adults. This work is presented as fiction and is intended solely for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

he wanted to complain but his wife interrupted. “Where are you off too young lady?' “My class is hosting a party.“ Stella stared at the clock and shakes her head in disapproval. “It's late.“ “Mom, it's 8pm.“ “And I said it's late, come back in room and sleep or better still read your books.“ “Mom. This isn't fair, I am no longer a child. I'm 21 years.“ “20 years,” Stella corrected. “Same thing, my birthday is in two months. What difference does it make? I'm an adult and I have the right to go for parties.“

Maybe there was something in the dress that makes the person putting it on looks sexy. Because I was definitely not the one in the mirror. Or is there something wrong with the mirror? It doesn't matter though, as long as I'm pretty in it. I packed my hair up into a rough bun and slipped on a black heels and moved to go out when I heard a knock. 'Who's it?'. 'It's the cleaner ma'am'. 'OK...hold on'. I turned the lock and opened it for a old woman probably in her early 60s to come in.

Marlyn, or Marlon, the gay in the group, raised his mug of beer for a toast that everyone clinked mugs with. They just graduated high school. They will soon be college students. Considered adults. Meaning they are allowed to do whatever an adult can do; harmful or harmless, it will be for them to decide. A stage of age, every young person dreams and awaits to do whatever they want to do. Go to clubs or bars without the worry of being thrown out due to being minor. And tonight, although some of them had turned legally of age earlier than today according to their birthdays, this is officially the day they can prove to everyone they are adults by claiming they have graduated high school, which

“And I’d stand out from the younger crowd. I won’t be as lively as them.” Jace chuckled at my words and shook his head. “You’ll actually bring the age range lower if you come. This isn’t another club where underage kids can show a fake card and get in. It’s made for a more mature and… ageless clientele.” Ageless? “What does that mean?” “It means that it’s for avid investors such as myself, where they can mingle and discuss business while having all walks of pleasure. I’m also launching a new product at the opening, and I want to ensure everything runs smoothly. Will you come?”

"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."

"I'm not being a babysitter. And no you are not. You are not even twenty one yet." "Well in America the legal adult age is eighteen. And I'm eighteen. And you are totally being a babysitter!." "You are not an adult until you are twenty one, to me." I frowned deeply at him before walking down the hallway "Is that you sulking?." I turned to face him and glared at him. He chuckled. "See you." He said and I walked into my class. ***** The test was just as cheap as I expected it to be. I was now glad that I had decided to watch a movie instead of studying more.

Lia teased, and I shook my head. “No, I would be more interested in a club that had more adults, and by adults, I don’t mean eighteen year olds.” I said, and Lia laughed. “Oh, sorry, not all of us are mature thirty year olds.” Lia teased, gulping down her drink before she walked toward the stairs, making my eyes widen as she walked down toward the dancefloor. People around her screamed, and being on more alcohol than I should ever give her, she joined them. She danced, swaying her hips, and shaking my head, I looked at Armando who walked toward me, putting a hand on my shoulder before he chuckled.

“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.”