Adult Stories For Women Novels & Stories

“Good. Then maybe you’re wiser than most.” The closeness made my breath stumble. I could smell her perfume stronger now, that sweet vanilla laced with something darker, warmer. My fingers twisted together in my lap as I tried not to squirm under her gaze. I didn’t know what she was pulling, but god, I hoped it was what I was thinking. Her fingers moved with unhurried precision, slipping one button free after another until my shirt hung open. Her voice was a velvet whisper, rich and dangerous. “Avoiding boys doesn’t mean you have to avoid women like yourself, Mara,” she said, her eyes glinting with something more than curiosity. “That’s the gift we share, girl to girl. No risks. No pregnancy.

Days, Months, and Years passed by. Things were not as smooth as they seemed to be. The level of worries for Anjana was increasing day by day. And one day something happened that she was never ready to accept it. While she was cleaning old things from the bed box, she found some greeting cards with some romantic notes on them. However, she already knew that Amreet was having a girlfriend before marriage, but, that hardly made her worried much because it was all before her marriage. but, one day when she opened his f******k account, she found that both of them has chatted together even after their marriage. This made her very much agitated.

Juliette asked, forcing herself to sound happy. “I’ll tell you tonight, but I can’t believe you haven’t met him. You know we met at that catering event you did for my law firm? He is a client of the company. But a completely different section, of course. You know I wouldn’t do anything like that!” Her mother took propriety very seriously. Juliette had never known her to tell a single lie. Not even a little white lie. She believed in truth and had raised her daughter to behave likewise. Of course, her mother wouldn’t do anything unethical. So, how had she raised a daughter who would sleep with her boss? Even if the boss was incredibly hot.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

Joshua stared at her as she wiped her wet cheeks and shot him a scathing glance. "Danica." She raised a hand just as he was going to approach her. She repeated firmly, "Just stay there. Don't come any closer," and Joshua did. "Dan, I-I didn't---" "I didn't realize you thought so little of me," she stopped him off. "To believe that I'm stressing myself out because you're no longer paying attention to me, to think that I'm so unhappy and upset because you're ignoring me, only to realize that's how low you think of me?" Her tears dropped again, but she hastily brushed them away. "Yes, I've been in relationships with different guys before; I've hurt them, turned my back on them, and played with

Witches aren’t afraid of being misunderstood. The site is a forum for anonymous storytelling. I’ve been scrolling through it for weeks, posts from strangers that feel like confessions whispered in the dark. Survivors of things no one else believed. Wives writing about marriages no one would envy. People who carry entire wars inside their bodies and still find the words to put them down. I click “New Post” and my heart pounds in my ears. Title: He Married My Womb, Not Me. I don’t overthink it. My fingers start moving.

That was how she ended up with chronic health issues. She worked all year round and never allowed herself a single day off. Layla suddenly asked my mother, “What about your husband? Can’t he even take one day off for your child on Children’s Day?” My mother smiled bitterly. Layla seemed to understand and tried to comfort her, “Honestly, they’re all the same. While I was abroad for a while, my husband found someone else, too. “But the funny thing is, he pretended to be poor the whole time. He was terrified that the woman would only want him for his money.

1. LISA I’m Nineteen years old, and my parents still believe I’m their innocent church girl who wouldn’t dare break a single rule. They have no idea how wrong they are. I’ve spent my entire life trapped in that house, watched like a prisoner. The moment their car leaves the driveway, I slip out, find girls who want the same thing I do, and let them devour my pussy in the back seat of cars or rundown motel rooms where no one asks questions. I’ve perfected the art of playing the perfect daughter while my body stays constantly hungry, cunt wet and aching for release.

Brownies. I haven’t seen any of them. And here were four. Gods, they were so cute. Reaching my knees in their high. Brownies were a bit chubby, with small button noses and warm brown eyes. Two bearded males and two females. Looking in human’s 40’. They were more like spirits of the house, not quite living creatures. Their magic was strong and let them properly do their purpose. “My lady.” one of the females gasped, seeing me. And the rest followed and bowed before vanishing.

I'm gonna post a few short stories there for you to enjoy. author_mariyam