Adult Moral Stories Novels & Stories

Marcus said flatly, and Jesse frowned feeling Marcus shift again, the bed groaning under his weight. “Hey,” Jesse muttered, “Ever think about how if we die tomorrow, we’ll never get laid again?” Marcus frowned like Jesse had said something insulting. “You really wanna do this now?” “I’m just saying… if we die tomorrow, I don’t wanna go out with blue balls.”. Jesse rolled to face him while Marcus stared intently at the ceiling in silence. “I mean, come on,” Jesse continued, sitting up and unsure if the conversation was hitting any nerves because of how silent Marcus had gone. “It’s not like there are rules anymore. We’ve literally murdered the undead. What’s a little end-of-days d—”

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

A SEX SLAVE FOR MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND 1. My name is Sami, and I am 33 years old. I have been a slave for about three years. Prior to that I was married to a nice, but VERY vanilla man. He had been brought up that having sex was for making babies, and that's it. He didn't follow that to the letter, as we did have sex occasionally...but certainly not often and definitely not very exciting. The master has asked me to write about our relationship from the beginning until now. Sharing it with you is part of the task as well. Just like any task that I do, there are rules. The rules for this are as follows:

“One drink. And you stay close to me. No wandering off.” Relief flooded through me as well as something much more dangerous than that. “Thank you.” I’d told my best friend I was exploring for the night. I was supposed to give her the details after I was back, but how could I tell her I met her father at a BDSM club and told him to show me around?

Adam said, his smirk deepening with private knowledge of her deflowering, the memory of her tight pussy clenching around him flashing in his mind. “What!” “There's nothing weird or wrong about two adults sharing a bed. Come on now. Climb in because you're going to need to rest for tomorrow. We've got a big day ahead.” Adam stripped off his shirt and pants without ceremony, revealing his muscular torso and powerful legs, clad only in snug boxers that did little to hide the outline of his thick cock. He sprawled across the bed, claiming more than half the space with his broad frame, one arm behind his head as he watched her.

I don’t come here to read anymore. The lie I told myself died somewhere between my first paid deposit and the night I let four strangers fill every hole until I couldn’t remember my own name. Now the library is just the door. The mask. The descent. The real reason I’m here is cock. Wet mouths. Hands that know exactly how rough I like it. The way the chandeliers catch sweat and come like diamonds on skin. I should have felt guilty. Mom still waits up sometimes, asks why I’m out so late, why my eyes are glassy, why I smell like smoke and sex even after showering twice.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

"Shouldn't I get a discount? Censored stories should be cheaper." "Do you know how hard it is to censor an R-rated story?" I cross my arms. "Listen! The original story was an adult story. It's not like you are a kid. You also made an adult novel happen. What about those steamy scenes between Aloisia and Kaige near the end of the novel? That was BDSM and wrong since Kaige was not right in his head." He scratches his head, cheeks reddening in embarrassment. "Well, I couldn't stop Aloisia."

Therefore the majority of my stories at present are completed and I have no plans in creating sequels at present. Also as a warning there is mature content in my books, read at your own discretion. Any and all media is not my own, which are the rights of those who have let me use it. The story content is fully my own, please do not copy. Copy right is reserved. Mature content. Here is a list of my current books: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Hint of Misunderstanding (Werewolf Romance) Thank you again.

Everybody in this story is 18+. This happened during my senior year at a pretty big college. I’d had my fun with guys over the years, and almost all had been off hook up apps. There was a few spontaneous times though, and this was one of them. I was straight, so looking for guys in public was never my thing.