Adult Short Stories Novels & Stories

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

Mark says, and I almost laugh. " That's true. Why don't you try one of those? " I suggest, trying not to laugh as he shoots me a glare. " Yeah dad, why not? " Mark repeats. " You guys are just trying to embarrass me. " Mr Davin huffs, making the both of us laugh. " I am too old for these dating stuff. " He adds. " Then why not find a divorced aunt and settle? " I suggest, hiding a smirk. " What? No way. They are probably worse than single women. " Mr Davin says, making the both of us laugh.

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.

If I didn't know any better I would think she was doing this shit on purpose. That's just wishful thinking though, I know there is no way in hell a beautiful eighteen year old girl would be interested in a thirty eight year old man like me. No matter how badly I wish she was. It only takes her a couple of minutes to pack up all her clothes. She turns around and gives me a flirty smile. "I'm ready to go daddy!"

I wrinkled my nose and stuck my tongue out. "That's what you get. Put it back." I sat up and pulled the cardboard box closer. "What else is in here?" I asked, digging eagerly, my polka dress riding up my thighs. "Not what I was looking for. Let's go back downstairs." He began closing the boxes he had been rummaging through. "Oh, gud," I said holding some old magazines, my eyes widening. "Oh, gud, what?" he said. "Ancient literature. He shook his head as he looked at the naked airbrushed women adorning the covers of Playboy and Penthouse magazines.

or, you know, life. It’s okay that he’s talked incessantly on the drive to the hotel about his new business idea. The one that has no actual plans attached to it and consists of “well, weed is legal now in some states” and “I know some guys.” And it’s okay that even at thirty-eight, he’s still so good-looking that the clerk at the front desk looks like she’s in a bit of a daze from his focused attention. I know the feeling, sister. It’s how he got me pregnant at sixteen.

Still humming with it. And maybe—just maybe—I’d bring cream puffs so full they burst at the seams instead of those neat perfectly square little lemon bars. It had been almost a year since I’d actually been fucked—and let’s be honest, whatever Adam and I did barely qualified. Especially after what I’d seen here. Compared to the things I’d watched in this club, he may as well have been reading me a bedtime story. And tonight? I wasn’t in the mood for fairy tales. Maybe it was time to admit I wanted more.

~Xavier’s POV I’m Xavier Hunt, nineteen, and if there’s one thing you should know about me it’s that I live to fuck. Holes, lips, curves, older women, eager classmates… it doesn’t matter. I’m a hole-fucker, through and through, and I don’t even bother hiding it. I left my last school for… reasons. Let’s just say the principal and three of her staff got a little too attached to me, and things got messy. Not my fault they couldn’t handle me, not my fault their husbands or boyfriends found out.

He ruffled my hair like I was still a little kid and headed to the kitchen to grab a beer, whistling happily. I went back upstairs, my mind racing. Tomorrow afternoon. Dad would be home, his boss is visiting. That meant I probably wouldn’t be able to do any calls or filming… but at least Dad was in a great mood. Maybe this promotion would make him a little less strict eventually. I picked up my phone and saw a new W******p message from HotFantasy88. **HotFantasy88:** Account back up? Good girl. I can’t stop thinking about how that tight ass took that dildo. We’re definitely meeting soon, baby.