Adult Moral Stories Novels & Stories

“Always be vocal, and if he won't listen, kick him out of the bed.” “How about a compromise?” she asked. “If you're going to enjoy it. Next.” “Two: I learnt that having an orgasm is not a bad thing.” “Alas, it's not. It's a damned good thing.” “I learnt that I shouldn't be afraid to try new things. Like the Bdsm thing. Even though we stopped somewhere and didn't go all the way.” He was nodding. “Good, good.” “I learnt that I should not liken myself to pornstars because they're too good to be true.”

I shifted my thoughts as I felt a hard-on coming on. Reality kicked in and I pushed the thought of dating her out of my mind. She's too young and I'm too old, I thought. One day we were going self-defense and she's my partner. I decide to steer clear of the ground fighting techniques. I worried about how inappropriate it would look for an older guy like myself to wrestle around with a sexy young vixen. Instead I focused on stand up holds, which involve a lot of grabbing but no body contact. I showed her a few techniques suitable

“I’ve been in love with you for years now. Since I was way too young to even understand what it meant and I tried to stop, I really did but I can’t and now I’m here, and I don’t want to pretend anymore.” The silence stretched so long I thought he might send me away. Finally, he spoke, voice low and rough. “Amira you’re my best friend’s daughter.” The words hit like a slap, but I didn’t back down. “And so?” I stepped closer, close enough to see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers tightened together. “I’m not a kid anymore, I’m twenty years old and I’m an adult, I know what I want and I know who I want.” My voice cracked on the last part, but I kept going. “And I want you, I alwa

Note this a taboo/Forbidden Romance I have a confession to make. There has only ever been one man I wanted: Logan Lawman. Completely off-limits and twenty-five years my senior Logan. He is a walking demigod, with his broad shoulders and deep voice that makes my toes curl. Oh, and he’s also my Dad’s best buddy. To say that I’m screwed would be an understatement.

At twenty-one, Lara was still a virgin, and most nights, that fact gnawed at her like an unsolved error in her code, but tonight, like so many others, her focus wavered. The lines of Python code blurred as her mind drifted to the hidden folder on her phone, the one buried deep in a sub-sub-folder, password-protected and labeled innocuously as "Notes_Backup." It was her secret stash of hardcore p**n, the kind that made her cheeks burn even in the privacy of her own room. She couldn't help it; she was addicted.

Ara sat at her desk just before bedtime, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen. Writing had completely changed for her. No longer was it just a job or a creative outlet. Every word she typed now was a way to process the terrifying truth. Damon Marshall owned her. Every orgasm, every rough thrust, every filthy word he whispered had rewired her completely. She wrote to make sense of how addicted she had become to the man who had bought her for one month. She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired.

And so am I, Ruthie, he thought, his hand sliding down to adjust his stiffening cock through his pocket. "I've been having thoughts about a man," she confessed, her voice dropping to a shameful, sexy pitch. "A man twice my age. I see him in my dreams, Father. I think about him touching me," she continued, her voice fraying. "About being pinned somewhere I shouldn't be. About not being able to pretend I'm good anymore." Her breath hitched. "I shouldn't crave it... but I do."

They both feel an undeniable attraction towards each other from the moment they've met and they quickly give in to their desires but what will happen when young girls start to get missing and found dead in the woods and HE becomes a suspect? Dear shy, sexy professor A Forbidden love story between Professor Alexander Morero, a 35 years old teacher who teaches Italian language & History at Bedrock university, LA, California and his new student, 20 year old, Jessica Hudson. *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#* Bonus story: My boyfriend's uncle Introduction: He knew he was in trouble. She was the girlfriend of his nephew, and she was off-limits. But he couldn't help the way he felt when he was

He was spacing out with a somber expression. Anderson quietly turned to Suit, waiting for the demon to state his question. “Never mind. I already have my answer. Besides, like you said. It doesn’t matter. She’s already burning in hell anyways. So, shall we begin the next story? I believe you’ve rested enough?” Anderson nodded his head, ignoring the bit about Miss. Agnes burning in hell. He did not exactly care. That story was over. The kids were fine and made something of themselves. No matter what, he would most likely choose the same path. He could not guarantee a different approach would work. Most important, the story was over, and he was moving on.

Good thing Dad wouldn’t be back any time soon. I carried my phone to the living room, curled up on the couch and put on a romantic thriller that was supposed to be steamy but mostly just made me restless. As the couple on screen started tearing each other’s clothes off, my mind drifted. God, I wanted that. Not just a dildo or a voice on a call. A real dick. Thick, warm, attached to someone who would grab my hips and fuck me like he meant it. The kind of pounding that would leave me sore and dripping for days. But as long as I was stuck in this house, that was never going to happen. Dad’s rules were ironclad….no boys, no going out, barely any freedom. One wrong move and he would lock me down