Adult Love Novels & Stories

"Even though you already rejected Mom before I was born, and Mom hated you. You haven't forgotten, have you, Father? Mom almost lost her life after that." "Yes, I know. Because of that, I still can't do anything more selfish than this moment, walking with you without ties." I sighed softly and looked at him. "Adult love... You'll understand it yourself when you're our age. Even if you try to bury it, it still comes out." The little boy didn't understand it very well and just nodded. "Alright, I'm just speaking from my point of view." I exhaled again at this point, still driving the car. Richard was indeed more mature than children his age. He could even easily

Kathy, a 51 year old housewife becomes a sugar baby. Enjoy.. ******** My name is Kathy. This series of stories focuses on my most recent experience in pushing the erotic envelope. They are inspired by real life experiences, but are still largely a product of my imagination. In other words I took literary license to deviate a bit from actual events. What is authentic is the fact that at middle age I entered into a sugar baby lifestyle. The feelings and emotions I experienced are very real, even if I have altered the characters a tad.

I hope you guys enjoy it and don’t be shy to leave a feedback please! Much Love, Kathy

“Don’t tell me this is your first time?” “It is,” I admitted. My parents were church elders, deeply rooted in purity culture, where alcohol was forbidden and virtue was prized above all else. Twenty-one years old, and I had never tasted a drop of liquor, and never felt a man’s touch beyond a hug. “There’s always a first time,” he said gently, pouring red wine into the glasses. The first sip made me wince—it was sweet at first, then sharp, the taste blooming strangely across my tongue. It burned just enough to feel new, but underneath, it warmed me, like a temporary relief.

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny. “Your husband probably thinks you're too old for this. Bet he's never seen you this soaked. Never heard the way you moan when someone else is in control.” He was right. So fucking right. I had never gotten this wet for my husband. I do get wet, though, but not dripping like this. It was because he never did foreplay. He just went straight into sex, and I hated it, because I loved being touched the way Nikolai was touching me right now.

I stepped past her, but she suddenly grabbed me from behind, wrapping her arms around my waist in a tight hug. “J.J., you know I’ve loved you since we were kids,” she whispered. “Please… just give us a chance.” I let out a slow breath, staring at the ceiling. “Emma, we’re still teenagers. You don’t even know what love is. How about you wait until you’re an adult to decide whether you love me or not?” “I do know,” she insisted, her voice almost desperate. “Well, I think you don’t,” I said flatly, prying her hands off me. “Let’s just… calm down for a bit, alright?”

Chapter – 0002 Stormy It was so satisfying seeing him melt like an m&m in my hands. I’d always had a thing for older men, two storage units worth of daddy issues, and an absolute fetish for making a strong man weak to his own lust. To put it bluntly, I wanted Tom to be the first older man to fuck me. I’d sucked off a few teachers and one of my friend’s dad, but had never gone all the way with someone who I had a big age gap with. It was my ultimate fantasy, and I knew right away that Tom was the perfect man to fulfill it.

I could not stop thinking about it. I am thirty-two years old and have been married to Mark for eight years. I still love him. He is kind, stable, and a great provider. But our sex life had become painfully predictable. A quick missionary position every Friday night, maybe a half-hearted blowjob from me if I was in a generous mood. That was it. I craved so much more. I wanted to feel truly desired, wanted to be used like a cheap slut, stretched open, and completely ruined while my husband sat right downstairs, totally oblivious.

If you’re looking for soft romance, this isn’t the book for you but if you crave dark passion, wicked pleasure, and a man who takes what he wants without apology… then dive in deep, baby. Daddy’s waiting. ~~~~~ 1~♠ BODY, PUSSY, MOUTH. ELENA “Turn around and let us see that fat ass!” My heart hammered in my chest as I danced on the private stage. Lust Underground club was one frequented by dangerous men ranging from politicians to hungry motherfuckers and mafia gangsters. Lewd and naked in two words. This was the only means of survival I had and I made sure to do my best at my work. I wore almost nothing but just a tiny black lace bra that barely held my tits and a matching thong that rode up

“Fantastic! But you don’t look old enough for that.” Is he flirting with me? I focus on him. He is. He’s precious. He looks like he’s about ten years old with his little baby face and no facial hair. “Axl,” I say, giving him my full attention. “I’m thirty-eight. My daughter is twenty-two. Can you give me my room key now?” I smile brightly but honestly, I’m over it. His eyes widen. He gets it. “Right. Sorry. Here you are,” he says, handing me back my license and card, and then writing the room number on the key card holder. “And here’s your key.”