Novel & Cerita Adventure Stories For Adults

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He was never late. I leaned back slowly, taking deep breaths to calm the heat burning in the pit of my stomach as fragments of my research replayed inside my head. BDSM contracts. Consent. Dominants. Submission. Orgasm denial. The words alone had kept me awake half the night. And the truly terrifying part? If Maxwell asked, I knew I would give him almost anything. Actually I would give anything. The realization made my cock twitch hard beneath the table, I squeezed my thighs together.

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

We emerged clean but marked—hickeys on my neck, light bruises on my hips from Jake’s grip, a pleasant soreness between my legs that reminded me of everything we had done. Breakfast was surprisingly normal on the surface; coffee, pancakes, laughter—but the looks we exchanged were anything but. Every glance carried the memory of tongues, cocks, and shared orgasms. This was only the beginning. I had never felt more alive. 😊

Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out. “He won’t be interested in you like that, Maya,” she said softly but firmly, curling her fingers against my G-spot while her thumb circled my clit. “Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.”

After about forty-five minutes, the foliage becomes dense and a forest builds, the trees stretching higher and higher toward the blue sky. Cain only gave me a cursory idea of where he's staying, but my stepfather goes on hunting trips up this way. I'm surprised I retained a word of his boring stories, but I did. And I know there are two hunting lodges where less experienced hunters bunk overnight, before going out with guides in the morning. I'm going on instinct, but I doubt Cain would lump himself in with less experienced anything. So I'm going to rent a bike once we reach the mountain summit and check rental properties until I find Cain's truck. Me on a bike. Shouldn't be too dangerous, s

"Not even close. But I was determined to leave you be. Until I started getting the letters...." "Letters?" "Aye. The letters from my adoring fans. I never intended to tell the story to the world, but I didn't want it kept entirely to myself either. The handful of people reading gradually became... more than a handful. It turns out we had the kind of story people wanted to read about. And the really invested ones started sending me letters...." Sophie sat mesmerised as she listened to Callum. She had forgotten what a melody his rich Scottish accent was to her ears. He'd always had a knack for storytelling. It didn't surprise her in the slightest to find he'd become an author.

But even that seems to be too huge of a dream for me. Anyways, I have my ways to get through the lonely nights, but none of them are serious kinds of relationships. I would go for a no-strings-attached kind of hook-ups. But I never choose among my circle of acquaintances. I don't want the conflicts that I might wake up to. So imagine how rare can those crazy escapades be. I am a man with healthy sexual cravings, but I get myself through with paid sex when I can't deal with it on my own. It's because I am no longer as confident as when I was younger. No longer as careless and thinking with my lower head kinds of stupid things. I became matured. I became cautious.

*This book is a work of fiction, no persons, places, names, and events are not in any associated with actual places, names, and events. This book is made for entertainment purposes. Enjoy* It is written that you only realize how much you love something or someone when you are no longer with them, as humans once we realize this we do whatever it takes to get that thing back. Working for a prestigious company and coming from a wealthy and highly educated Family, Bryson Lawrence had everything that one needs in life.

Venture felt quite frustrated when he was close to his eyes but still couldn't get in, he began to suggest Andy with his plan: "You're quick, aren't you Andy? So did you get through this door? If you did, come in with me to get that letter!" "Intrusion? But that means committing a crime!" "Do you want to see Mr. Uber go without reading that letter?!" Andy also felt a little moved in his heart after listening, so he decided to get into the small window over there, he was able to get in, but from the bottom down, he couldn't. was able to get inside, so it was stuck. Venture saw this and used a strong force to kick Andy's ass so that he could get inside, Andy tumbled to the ground and grabbed h