Romans & histoires Collection Of Short Stories For Adults

Now that I’m an adult, I don’t care about Santa, gifts, or Christmas. It’s just another day for me, nothing special. I pick up a few more groceries from a corner store and head back out. By now, the street is darker, the sky a deep purple behind the lit-up houses. Fireworks pop somewhere in the distance, little bursts of color reflecting off the snow. I quicken my pace, hurrying home. As I pass an apartment building, I see kids leaning out of a first-floor window, writing on small pieces of paper and stuffing them into socks.

Channy inhaled deeply after applying a bold red lipstick to her lips. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She wore a knee-length red skater dress with her natural black and wavy hair loose. "This is the last time, Channy. This is the last time." She murmured to herself. Channy didn't know how long she merely stared at herself in the mirror, thinking about her plan for tonight, which brought tears to her eyes. She immediately closed her eyes and relaxed. She made a vow to herself that she would never cry again. She will no longer waste her tears on someone incapable of fighting and standing up for her.

Iman's eyes widened at this new information. Dabir loves to read? She was the one who used to encourage him to read more, and sometimes she suggested herfavouritee books, but he never read them. "And this is my room..." Madiha was about to take Iman to her room when Zamin entered and called them for dinner. After dinner, everyone sat in the living room with cups of tea. Kashif and Kamraan discussed politics and business, in which Zamin also participated, sharing his opinion.

Now I was twenty-eight, broke, and desperate enough to work in a place like this. Lexi told me about Velvet Dominion three weeks ago. An elite underground BDSM club where the richest people in Lagos came to fuck and dominate in total secrecy. The money was insane if you let them play with your body. I cried the first time she said it. Then I cried again when the power company threatened to disconnect my light. So here I was. The stairs went down deep. The air grew thicker with every step,perfume, sweat, pussy, and that sharp smell of leather. Madam Elara waited for me at the bottom. Sharp cheekbones, red lips, black dress that looked painted on.

As the old saying goes, you can’t take it with you. After watching Brent mentor and help out young men in the community, I wanted to do the same. That’s when I turned the place into the Safe Haven House. It’s a home for young women that have nowhere to go when they are running from a situation. Usually, it’s abusive parents at home. Safe Haven is a safe place that not only offers protection but also helps them start a life on their own. It’s a way for them to get ahead without needing the people who abused them.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

Security camera footage started playing, every moment from the elevator, the penthouse windows, and even this bed. “These are for my private collection,” he said calmly, still buried deep inside me. “Try to leave… and they go public.”

I was throbbing, aching for something I knew I shouldn’t want. “Elena…” he started, using my name. His voice was rough. “This is weird, right? Sharing a bed like this.” I turned toward him, propping my head on my hand. My breasts shifted heavily with the movement, and I saw his eyes drop to them. “It is. But we’re adults. We’ve been through worse together.” My heart raced. Years of tension bubbled up—the way I’d caught him staring at my cleavage during family dinners, the times I’d lingered in the hallway after hearing him groan my name through his bedroom door late at night. I’d told myself it was nothing. Now, trapped here, it felt like everything.

: I owe you orgasms… I mean, endless gratitude. If this story left you hot, bothered, and possibly in need of a cold shower, do a girl a favor—leave a review, tell your dirty-minded friends, and spread the word like I spread… Well, you get the idea. I’m already cooking up the next sinful adventure, and trust me, it’s going to be even filthier. Until then, keep reading the good stuff, and never settle for vanilla. Yours in delicious trouble, Grace