Adventure Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

When the dawn broke calm and cruel, they were alone on a crescent of sand, their vessel shattered against black rocks, their supplies gone, their world reduced to this: two souls, soaked and shivering, clad in the heavy, salt-stiffened wool of their vows. The first day was silence, a desperate search for shelter, for fresh water. They found a shallow cave, a trickle from a rock. The second day was hunger, a gnawing emptiness that made the strictures of their lives feel like distant, absurd echoes. On the third night, the cold bit deep. The cave offered scant protection from the tropical chill that followed the storm. They huddled, back-to-back for modesty at first, but the shivering was unco

“Always be vocal, and if he won't listen, kick him out of the bed.” “How about a compromise?” she asked. “If you're going to enjoy it. Next.” “Two: I learnt that having an orgasm is not a bad thing.” “Alas, it's not. It's a damned good thing.” “I learnt that I shouldn't be afraid to try new things. Like the Bdsm thing. Even though we stopped somewhere and didn't go all the way.” He was nodding. “Good, good.” “I learnt that I should not liken myself to pornstars because they're too good to be true.”

I always thought that was crazy talk, but after seeing Rogue tonight, I'm second-guessing my stubborn attitude. Shaking the thought away, I strip down, get into the tub big enough for a whole group of people, and lean back. I close my eyes and let the hot water ease the aches in my muscles. I run an adventure company that takes people into the wilderness and leaves them there for survival training. It's my job to make sure they don't die...just push them to the edge and see if they can make it back. I had a group of four CEOs earlier this week, and all of them tapped out after four days. I was left to hike out all their gear from some rough terrain because they got in over their heads. The t

Petrov trailed his hand back to the boy's puckered hole as he asked, "Do you usually watch p**n or just use your imagination when you jerk off?" Tim jerked a little as Petrov trailed a finger over his asshole, but answered honestly, "I usually watch p**n or read erotic stories, doctor." Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?"

I slid my hand down between my thighs, my fingers slipping easily into my ruined, dripping center. I began to pleasure myself right there, pressing my back against the cold metal partition wall as my mind became completely consumed by the image of the older man. I closed my eyes, imagining his large, powerful hands ripping my clothes off, imagining his heavy, thick length replacing Mark’s boyish cock and splitting me open until I screamed. My breathing came out in harsh, ragged gasps by the time my body violently shattered into a second, messy climax. Fuck! I thought, my chest heaving as I leaned against the metal wall. Who the hell is that man?

Julia ran her fingers through her golden hair, those grey eyes that Kate had inherited from her flickering beautifully as she replied, "Um, I just wanted to tell you that...um, I got married last night." *** Tonight was different. For the first time since Kate had set up an Only Fans account, she didn't spend the night taking clients' requests. Instead, she walked into a club, her adrenaline level too high for bullshit games. She wasn't in the fucking mood to play the striptease. No shit. She was gonna get drunk and good, and if she got lucky, get fucked as well.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

“I want depth.” Wren and Petra nod empathetically. Knowingly. Reid licks the rim of his salted shot glass. “Not ready to settle down, huh?” He knocks back his tequila. Through a grimace, he adds, “Too busy building your Empire, eh?” “I’m tired of being bored and used,” I snap, wondering why I bothered to meet them here in the first place. My eyes dart to the women filling the bar. “None of these women are for me. I can tell. They have

BUT, AS YOU KNOW I MOSTLY PUBLISHED ALL MY BOOKS ON W*****D SO I SUGGEST THAT IF YOU WANT TO READ FAYE AND JAKE'S PARENTS LOVE STORY, YOU CAN DO THAT ALSO BECAUSE I'M NOT GONNA PUT IT UP HERE EXCEPT FOR THE PLOT. IT'S QUITE DIFFERENT FROM FAYE AND JAKE'S STORY COS IT'S AN ADULT FICTION AND VERY MATURE LIKE AND ALL, SO IF YOU'RE INTO THAT KIND OF GENRE (MAFIA AND BILLIONAIRE AND ROMANCE) THAN THEIR STORY IS FOR YOU, SO CHECK IT OUT ON W*****D UNDER THE SAME PROFILE I HAVE HERE. I'M SURE YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT. BUT HERE'S HOW JAKE'S STORY GOES;

The sun was hidden across the mountains, in a villa in the floral city, a traveler walked down the main street, looking for a place to spend the night, the mysterious traveler sat near a campfire, where there were people sitting around it. The traveler put his belongings next to him, then a small one approaches him, "excuse me, sir, they are 5 copper coins, they are to be entitled to the heat of the campfire, in addition to a ration of freshly prepared oatmeal," the traveler took the coins and paid the little one, the little one went with an older person and I give him the money, she gave him a tray with a plate and a glass, "sir I have" the traveler took it and continued to eat it, during h