Adventurous Stories Novels & Stories

I tried to crawl but then I fell on my back, weak as my muscles trembled in pleasure, my pheromone thickening around me. I heard rushed footsteps. Not one. Multiple. My heart sank rapidly, but that single sensation made heat spread violently as if, for some reason, I was looking forward to some relief. “What's that scent?” My ears caught onto the words, before three men came into view. They looked like soldiers who led slaves down to the quarry to work. Boots stained, face ….. I don’t have time to analyse, all I wanted was relief, but not from them. It had to be the alpha, that was the plan. These soldiers would shamelessly take me and offer nothing but brutality.

She screamed, turning to look at my friends as they surrounded us, clearly mesmerized by the sight in front of them. A few minutes later,I was spewing my cum into her asshole and all over her boobs. “It's fucking hot.” Mason whispered. “Do you think we could join in next time?” Tyler asked and surprisingly, Cynthia bit her bottom lip and locked gazes with me, sealing our adventure.

My breasts were so swollen and sensitive that each flick of his tongue caused lightening to strike in my p***y. ‎ ‎I was so turned on that my p***y clenched in on itself and ached with the need to be touched too. He released my n*****s and I lay back on my elbows as he began nibbling my ribs and working his way down my stomach. He stopped at my belly button and he licked the water that had pooled there. I drew in my breath imagining his tongue delving deep in my p***y. His mouth moved downward and in the same swift motion as before, he loosened the straps of my swimsuit bottom and flung it to the side with the bra. He stared at my p***y for long before whispering.

She even told her everything about going shopping and to the movies, and went into explicit detail about the way she and her father had made each other cum in the theater. The blonde's expression turned to one of amazement, and her hands grew continually rougher and more aggressive on Brook's tits as she listened to the story. Just telling it had Brook's panties soaking wet, and she was pretty sure Cindy's were too. "Holy fuck!" the blonde said. "You're so lucky." Brook just about had her courage up to the point where she was ready to push her hand into Cindy's panties to feel the other girl's pussy, but her father was calling to them from the living room.

It took almost three hours of typing and his encouragement until I had fully unloaded my crappy life onto his shoulders. As he started to tell me more about himself, I found that he was a 55-year-old man who lived about five hundred miles away from me and had led a not dissimilar life. He had been married and divorced twice, and his current wife was not sexual at all. He had been using the chat room as an outlet for his sexual frustrations for two years now and occasionally wrote erotic stories for an online site. All his stories were about his fantasies of having sex with another man, although he claimed he had only tried it twice—neither time was all that satisfying. I asked him to direct

Lindy's P.O.V. I pull Dayan toward the back of the unit and whisper. I can't risk being heard until I decide what we should do. "That man out there is Adam. When the elderly couple I was staying with died, he tried to force me to live with him. He said I was too young to live on my own, and he was their closest neighbor, so I needed to go with him. I tried to run away, but he forced me to his house. He tried to rape me, and I kneed him in the groin and ran. He grabbed me by the hair, pulled me back to the bedroom, and threw me on the bed. He removed his pants and attempted to get on top of me. I kneed him in the groin again and bit his neck so hard I took out a chunk of his skin and ran out

My fingers were cramping, my thesaurus was smoking, and I kept picturing my editor sending me an email with only one word: "Seriously?" I realized: I should just end it here, gloriously, before I completely lose my mind, break my keyboard, and start writing about the wallpaper pattern instead. Speaking of losing my mind... I pulled out my notes the other day. When I started outlining this story and figuring out the twists and turns, I came up with almost 60... maybe 50-something... different plot points and outlines just to keep the momentum going. Sixty! Fifty! I lost count! That's how dedicated I was to not making this story boring. That’s like a novella’s worth of rejected ideas!

I panicked, Jax slipping out the window like a ghost. Body aching, pussy throbbing, I dressed slow, cum still inside. Downstairs, his eyes met mine over coffee promise of more anytime. The weekend? Far from over.

“Holy shit, you actually believe that folklore crap? Missing people? Probably just idiots who got lost or ran off with their side pieces.” Julie reached back and squeezed my knee, her touch lingering. “Relax, Doris. We’re four strong, healthy young adults. Nothing’s going to happen. We’ll look out for each other. Besides…” She leaned closer, breath warm against my ear. “It’s more exciting this way, don’t you think? A little danger makes everything hotter.” Tyler smirked, his hand resting casually on my thigh now. “Yeah. Live a little, book girl. Or are you scared a big bad monster is going to come eat you?”

Jax ate like nothing happened, but his foot stayed hooked around hers. "Tell me about you," she said, needing to talk, to slow this down. "The Reapers, that's your club?" He nodded, his fork pausing. "Yeah. It’s a motorcycle club. We ride, protect our turf, and some call us outlaws, but we're family." "Dangerous?" "Can be." He set the fork down, leaned in. "But I like danger. Keeps things exciting." His hand found her knee under the table, sliding up her thigh. Slow and teasing.