Adult Light Novels & Stories

“And what type of relationship are you proposing here? It’s not like we can just hang out on campus or anywhere near where other students would see us.” A coy smile touched her lips. “We’re not teenagers. We can spend time together without the prying eyes of other people. You have a television, we can just spend time here. Or we can go somewhere further from campus, somewhere no one from school would likely be around. Sneaking around and not getting caught might even be fun.” “We’re adults.” “And adults can’t have fun? We were both bookworms and nerds through school. It’s our turn to be a little bad.”

"This isn't just dancing. This is... personal." "What does that mean?" I asked, my throat feeling dry. "It means you'll be spending one-on-one time with very important clients," he explained, his voice low. "High-roller types. Men who want more than just a dance on stage. They want conversation. They want attention. They want... an experience." My mind raced. "An experience?"

He was forced to take alcohol. His uncle's exact words that day were; “It’s your sixteenth birthday, Nipote. It’s your sweet sixteen, and I want you to enjoy it the way your dad and I did ours," After being forced to chug down more than a bottle of alcohol, he was thrusted into a room filled with horny women. He had his first sex that night. It wasn't sex. It was rape. At the end of the night, he was the only one who walked out of that room alive. He ended all those women's lives after the deed. And he got punished for that; after that night, he was never allowed the freedom he used to get on his birthday again.

Rowley pointed out, "Statistics show that men tend to go on a downward spiral after 25 years old, and at 30 and older, they start losing interest in women altogether. Mr. Hoffman, I believe you're at the age where your hobbies range from fishing to collecting antiques, yes?" Aloysius nearly choked. How could a kid be this sharp-tongued? He refused to lose to a child in an argument. "You know, you're not always going to be young forever. You'll be 25 years old too in another 22 years!" "Yes, but I don't drink or smoke, and I make it a point to exercise every day. Not to mention, I treat my body like a temple, so I'm bound to maintain my youthfulness after 25 years old. Don't worry about me, M

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"Um...." I explained, "It's Nude Day." "There really is a Nude Day?" he asked, "I thought that was just a Literotica fiction." "Yes, there really is, silly," I flirted, before adding, "and Michael, you're now eighteen and old enough to celebrate Nude Day with your Mother. So for the rest of the evening, all clothing is forbidden." Silence lingered for a while until he stammered, "M-m-mom, this is really weird."

“We both like cock. We both love watching the other take it. Threesomes get us off hard—kinky shit too if everyone's down. You look like you could keep up.” He exhaled, eyes flicking to the trail—joggers passing, no one close enough to hear. His shorts tented slightly—cock thickening under the fabric. “This is wild. You two are young—twenty-five?” “Yep,” I said. “You?” “Thirty-nine.” Small smirk. “Old enough to know when something's too good to be true.”

She secretly rolled her eyes to her own silly lie. "Let's see." His hands stopped as he looked above him, as if trying to find words that are comprehensible for a child. "It's a place where adult people can have a party, drink adult juice, dance to loud music, and basically do adult stuff, and only adults are allowed there. The owner of that place is my friend and tonight is the opening. I wanted to invite Gray to come over and unwind." So a nightclub, huh? she thought to herself. This is bad though, just the idea of an invitation would rub salt into Gray's healing wound.

So that when there are people who are mature in age but mentally not. Being wise is something great because it's not easy to do that and not all parents can afford to be like that "By the way.... what are we going to do on birthdays? Are we just going through the day as usual?" "Tomorrow, you and I will work as usual and have dinner as usual too. the difference is tomorrow I'll be a year older hehehe." Baby rolled his eyes, laughing. 25 is the age that Baby thinks is an adult and doesn't want to have to celebrate her birthday.