Adult Spicy Books Novels & Stories

“Such a good little slut for your professor.” He spun her around and pressed her front against the shelves, the spines of old books digging into her heavy breasts. He flipped her skirt up, exposing her thick ass and already dripping pussy to the cool library air. “Anyone could walk by,” he whispered, spanking her hard enough to make her ass jiggle. “But you don’t care, do you? You want me to fuck you right here where we could get caught.” “Yes, Sir,” Ava whimpered, pushing back against him.

WARNING: Adultery/Infidelity, Group Sex (FxMM), Double Penetration (DP), Anal Sex, Spanking, Choking, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies. The air in the "Serenity Suite" was thick with the scent of eucalyptus and lavender, a curated calm that felt like a joke compared to the fire screaming through my veins. My husband, David, was literally on the other side of a thin, frosted glass partition, getting his back worked on by a diminutive woman. I could hear his muffled snores every few minutes. He thought we were here for a relaxing weekend away from the kids. He had no idea that I had requested the "Specialized Deep Tissue" package for myself-a package that came with two therap

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

he muttered, squinting at the buffering screen. “Or maybe you just don’t know how to use technology,” I shot back, tossing him a fresh bag of chips. The kind he liked—spicy, the ones that made my tongue burn. His grin flashed, that cocky, maddening grin that got him laid more than it should. “You keep buying my favorite brand. Makes me wonder if you’d die without me around.” “Or maybe I like watching you suffer from heartburn,” I said, but my lips curled despite myself.

Introduction: In the hot, hazy summer of a small town, an eighteen-year-old nerd accidentally enters a forbidden world of desire that will change his life forever. He is stuck in a house full of tension and unspoken anger, and he can't stop thinking about the one woman he shouldn't want—his beautiful, curvy mother. When a heated argument starts a fire of raw, wild desire, their relationship turns into a secret dance of seduction and surrender. In the back of a minivan, where they can steal glances and whisper secrets, they cross a line that ties them together in a web of forbidden love. This is a story about love, guilt, and the thrilling thrill of giving in to what is wrong. Every touch is

I smiled faintly. Oops. I tapped my pen lightly against my notebook, pretending to read the lines in front of me. But my mind? Still wandering. Imagining him standing closer. Imagining what would happen if that calm expression cracked even a little as my cunt kept dripping. “Gosh, how can a man be so hot and yet stubborn… just take me already, professor.” “Try focusing on the actual text,” Jeff said again. “Right,” I murmured. I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair.

when I reached for spices. I’d also done something else. When Claire wasn’t looking, I’d slipped a generous pinch of the ghost pepper spice mix Ethan loved into her serving of the sauce. The same spice she’d always complained about at family dinners—“too hot, too much, I can’t handle it.” She would always say. She hated it while He adored it. I smiled sweetly as I plated her food. Lunch started politely. Claire complimented Ethan’s cooking, laughed at his jokes, touched his forearm when she spoke. Every time her fingers grazed him, my stomach twisted with something dark and possessive.

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.

I scrolled through the limited selection of DVDs—mostly action flicks and thrillers that made me know it was his taste, until one caught my eye. Fifty Shades of Grey. I'd heard about it from friends back home, all giggles and whispers about the steamy scenes, but I'd never watched it because of my sheltered life and all that. Tonight, with frustration bubbling under my skin and that lingering heat I felt from Viktor's earlier grab, it felt like the perfect rebellion. I popped it in, cranked the volume high to drown out the silence of the cabin, and settled onto the couch, pulling a blanket over my lap for some semblance of coziness.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *