Best Adult Books Novels & Stories

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

It was a face that held the promise of a future yet to be unraveled. Magnus was gone for the day with the elders, and Orla was at the community building, so I had the house to myself. We were not allowed books of fiction in our communal library. I scanned the leather spines and pulled one off the shelf, The Picture of Dorian Gray by an author Oscar Wilde. I settled into my Father's oversized leather chair and opened the book on his desk. As I delve into the pages, I find myself captivated by a foreign world. The characters' complexities and struggles resonate deeply, reflecting parts of my inner thoughts and emotions.

I glance at the cover of the book she slid across the counter: a Catherine Bybee novel. “Oh, wow, Mathilda. You’re a fan of Catherine Bybee?” I smile, genuinely impressed as I open the ledger. “It’s refreshing to see a teenager with such classic taste. Most girls your age are glued to their phones, but here you are, diving into a good romance.”

I said, "I'll show you." I got off the couch, went back to my bedroom, and grabbed the iPad. I'd long since surfed away from what I'd been reading, so I navigated to the front page of the site and handed it to my sister. Her eyes went wide. "Erotic literature?" "It sounds fancier than it is," I said, "It's just dirty stories. Word smut. But it works for me. I guess it kind of gives me the best of both worlds. The stories are hot, but they also engage my imagination. I'm sorry. I hope this isn't creepy. Maybe I shouldn't have shown you this."

Wanting my father's best friend was somewhere forbidden. Stupid, even. But I couldn’t help it anymore. He was just too.. distracting and sexy to ignore. Andrew Lewis. But in my head, I secretly liked calling him Andy. He was older than me, more grounded, more… put together. He had been married once, though they divorced for reasons I never bothered to find out. It didn’t matter to me anyway. He didn’t even look his age. Sometimes I wondered if he’d lied about it. Even if he was in his early forties, he carried himself like someone in his early thirties.

Ryder's eyes flared, his pupils blowing wide as he realized the game she was playing. "The Bible tells us in Hebrews 13:4 that 'Marriage is honorable in all, and the bed undefiled: but whoremongers and adulterers God will judge,'" she quoted, her voice dropping into a sultry, melodic lilt. She leaned forward slightly, her breasts straining against the silk of her bodice. "It's comforting to know that my mother doesn't have to worry about Ryder ever straying. Because he's a man of the cloth. A man who knows that the flesh is weak, but the spirit is willing." She paused, a wicked, barely perceptible smirk touching her lips.