Cerita 18 Ke Atas Novels & Stories

She wanted everyone to know that while the holy Father was dead, the town harlot was very much alive. Beside her stood Ruth-Ann. At eighteen, she was a masterpiece of untapped potential. While her friends spent their weekends getting sweaty in the backseats of trucks, Ruth-Ann had remained a fortress. Even with her boyfriend, Dante Grimes, the school's golden boy, she felt nothing but polite boredom. She glanced at her phone, seeing his latest text: 'So what do you say? Are you in or not?' Of course she wasn't in. The thought of Dante's mouth on her pussy made her stomach turn with a dry, clinical distaste. Why would people partake in such a disgusting act?

These are people, they're just not human people. All characters are 18+ years old. For species with different aging, all characters are adults by their species standards and human equivalent age. Consent matters in these stories. Even when dynamics involve dominance, thrall, or supernatural influence, consent is established. Pheromones and magic might remove inhibitions, but desire is mutual. If any of this isn't for you, that's completely valid. But if you've been waiting for paranormal erotica that actually delivers on the monster part, welcome home. You've been warned. Now enjoy.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER DEPICTS A GxG SCENE. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS, KINDLY SAVE YOUR COMMENTS AND WAIT FOR THE NEXT STORY. IF LGBTQ IS YOUR THING, THAN I HOPE YOU ENJOY. Btw- I have never written a same sex scene, so bare with me. Hope you enjoy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The story of Cassidy and Noelle I was on my bed, holding my pillow tight, crying for the billionth time. Skylar and I had just broken up. He was my boyfriend for the past five years. I had high hopes that he was going to marry me one day.

I approached the circulation desk, smiling at the librarian — a severe woman in her fifties with silver hair pinned tight. “Excuse me, where’s the restroom?” She looked up slowly, eyes narrowing behind her glasses. “Have you been here before?” I laughed, thinking it was some quirky house rule. “Yeah, all the time. Why?” “ID, please. And you need to be over 18.” I blinked, still chuckling as I fished out my driver’s license. “You’re serious?” She inspected it like it was a passport at customs, then nodded. “Follow me.”

I say, trying to come up with some kind of excuse, anything to get her to stop. Zoey leans over, pressing her breasts against my arm. “So, maybe we should go home. Then I could make you feel really good.” She whispers. I take a deep breath, trying to focus. “We shouldn’t be doing this Zoey.” I say, trying to regain my self control. “Why shouldn’t we? You aren’t really my uncle and I am nineteen. There is nothing wrong with two people having some fun together.” She whispers, hand going up towards my zipper.

CHAPTER 83 SPICE-UP WARNING! EXTREMELY SPECIFIC AND DEFINED AS HELL !!!! SEXUAL !!!! CONTENT !!! HANDLE YOUR OWN EMOTIONS AND REACTIONS. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HEAVY (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE!

CHAPTER 18 SUPPORT WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Abby ~•~ My heart hammered in my chest as I stepped through the velvet curtain into the club, and it had nothing to do with the music. This was insane. I was twenty-one, freshly legal for this kind of place, but I’d read, heard, and watched a lot of things about these kinds of places. I couldn’t resist it even if I tried. I wanted to experience it, even if it was once.

In his apartment, Rick runs to his computer, dragging the chair quickly. He sits down and, looking at the blank page that haunted him, quickly begins to write. ‘As a critic of eroges, I have played dozens, hundreds, and I could even say that counting the small freelance jobs, I would easily reach a thousand. And in all of them, I have seen and done everything. I have seen good stories with poorly drawn characters and mediocre stories whose characters have great designs. I’ve seen nothing flashy projects that end up becoming little hidden gems for fans of this genre called for perverts.’

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."