Novel & Cerita Adult Online Stories

I poured the last red wine into the glass and carried it up upstairs. The laptop screen glowed as I created the website account. VelvetVixen. I, however, slipped into the black lace set I bought on impulse last year, which cupped my breasts and left my hips bare. My nipples already tightened against the thin fabric when I sat on the edge of the bed and hit “Go Live.” At first, I only teased myself. Fingers tracing the lace, slow circles over my thighs with a hand full of strangers typed hearts and fire emojis. I saw the tips trickle in, I told myself it was just for money but when the first tip hit—it was fifty dollars from someone named Regular47.

The air in the penthouse suite was thick with ambition and expensive perfume. Liza Miller, twenty-three and desperate, watched the final credits of the audition tape roll on the massive screen. Another rejection. Not even a callback. Her agent’s email had been polite, professional, and utterly devastating. ‘The director felt your performance lacked the necessary… depth.’

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The trusting fool, I told him I would think about it. The idea was a longshot, but I had to pitch it to him to see if he bought it. I told him that there was a huge market for adult films on the web as well as mobile and DVD home use. I told him if we could make an inexpensive such movie, we could make a fortune. He said that the studio, actors, etc. would probably cost in the thousands.

It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake. I lounged on the big sectional couch in the living room, legs stretched out, my nipples already hardening against the thin white fabric of my tank top. No bra. I hadn’t worn one on purpose. The wine had me flushed and bold, my pussy tingling with that slow, forbidden ache I’d been ignoring for months.

she said. “I thought that it wouldn’t be as busy as it was in San Francisco but its crazy busy as well. I think people in this country care more about political drama than anything else. Eighty-nine percent of the news content is just politics, politics, politics. I am yet to decide if that’s a good thing or not….” “How about your co-workers,were they friendly?” Her mother asked. “Yes, everyone was friendly,” She lied. Natasha knew that telling her mother about the antagonistic and villain-like Luyando would only make her have unnecessary worries. “I know it’s just the first day but I think people aren’t as scheming as they were back home.”

he caressed her chin gently down to her neck, then whispered, "or maybe, me calling you Señorita turns you on." Their conversation seems to be straying. And it's no surprise to Monette. They always do nasty things when they're alone. They only started doing this thing a year ago. Monette couldn't recall how or when she began seeking the warmth of Bernard's body. All she could remember was that he was her first fuck and that she had become addicted to him since then. Naturally, no one knows what is going on between them. It's their dirty little secret.

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He never saw her but she saw him with her panties in his hand rubbing his rock-hard member into them his eyes closed as he mumbled, ‘That’s right Lumi take it, take it all’ He had rubbed himself frantically until he came all over the panties and even then he had gripped them over his tip as he pumped hard moaning, ‘Suck it girl and swallow it, all of it’ She had raced back to her room and stayed away from them for the rest of the day but she could not hide there forever. It was as if a switch went on in all of them and they became very open about what they wanted. Lumi was an adult now they said and they all wanted her. They would walk about with just their shorts on and never hide when they

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”