Adult Only Stories Novels & Stories

“The money, the power… but mostly how fucking addicted we are. I wake up wet every single day.” Mom pulled me on top of her, our full breasts pressing together, our slick pussies grinding lazily. “Since the day I adopted you, baby, I knew you were special. But this? This fire we share? I never imagined it. Your real parents gave you up, but I claimed you. And now we claim everything—cocks, cash, pleasure. I love being addicted with you.” We made love slowly then, no toys, no clients—just tongues, fingers, and scissoring until we came together in shuddering waves. Afterward, we counted the thick envelope they’d left. Another five-figure payout. Life was perfect.

This story contains mature content. It is not advisable for children under 18 to read this. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental This story does not promote violence or hatred. It just shows a dark side. This is a total work of fiction and not related to any real-time experience. Any real-time experience is a coincidence.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

"What do you know about me? Besides, why do you hate that story so much?" "You're still asking why? If you actually read it, you would already know what the story is like, right?" "I know, I've read it to the latest chapter. I think the story is very good and interesting," "I never thought that your book tastes like that, it turns out you are just the same!" "Just what do you mean? What's wrong with that book? Because it contains adult content? Of course, we are more than old enough to read stories like that. You are too carried away, Aiden!"

"Since you’re starting to grow some guts and forgetting that you are just a fucking dog. Let’s see how you handle this, you ugly thing!" ** Hi readers, This story contains raw, unfiltered content, including graphic violence, BDSM and explicit sexual themes. It is strictly for readers aged 18 and over. Not for the faint heart. The male lead’s obsession and possessiveness are dark, intense, and deeply unhealthy. Please read with caution and discretion.

Saliva bubbled at the corners of my lips, dripping onto Thorne's legs Lucien and Draven stroked their dicks faster as they watched us. Lucien's red hair fell to the side, as he stroked the tip of his cock hard. "Look at our brothers using up her holes", he groaned. Draven grunted in agreement, his hand stroking his cock even faster. Their dicks were driving me crazy. Thorne thrusted his hips beneath me met my own movements in rhythm as his dick pounded my cervix. Cedric's dick fucked my throat hard.

Ariel I’ve always had a slut kink. I wanted to be manhandled, pulled, slapped, and fucked in every hole. But by who? That was the problem. I wanted someone strong enough to handle me and someone I was attracted to at the same time. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it felt like it was mocking me. It had been exactly ten minutes since I’d swallowed the "special" tea I’d bought from that underground shop, and only two minutes since my boyfriend, Mark, had shattered my pride over the phone.

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.

He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.

It bobbed in the moonlight, pointing right at them. “On your knees,” he said. “Both of you. Kiss my cock and tell me how bad you need it.” Hannah dropped first. She wrapped her soft hand around the base and licked up the whole length, slow and wet. “I need your big fat cock, Father. I need it to stretch my naughty cunt again.” Rebecca knelt beside her. She was still a little shy, but she leaned in and kissed the tip, then sucked it gently into her mouth. “Please, Father… fuck us tonight. We want your big cock in us.”