Novel & Cerita Collection Of Short Stories For Adults

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

Another part — the dangerous part — wondered what would happen when he finally figured it out. Because there was no hiding it much longer. No turning back. Not anymore. End of story 1

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

“Because the Harvard MBA will tell you what HBR said last month. I’ll tell you why your Q2 campaign in Austin failed and how to fix it before Q4.” That makes him stop walking. He turns, really looks at me now. “Go on.” And just like that, round one starts. I don’t know it yet, but I’ve already lost. Because the problem with playing games with men like Dominic Cole is that they invented the rules. And the problem with revenge is that it requires you to carry the person who hurt you with you, every single day, until you become them. But I don’t know that at 8:02 AM on a Monday.

I walked close to the shelf, reaching my hand up to grab the packet but my hand didn't reach it. "Fuck being short!" I grunted getting on my tippy toes but my hand didn't even graze the packet. I guess I will have to jump, I jumped up and this time my hand grazed the packet but it only pushed it more away from me. Just as I was about to give you and just settle for the ice cream alone, a rigid warm body pressed me into the counter. I closed my eyes as I could literally feel every hard abs of his on my back.

EMMA God, the air in the house felt thicker than the humid summer night pressing against the windows. I was still buzzing from dinner—too much wine, too many lingering looks, and way too much skin on display. I’m Emma, twenty-one, fresh out of college with a body I knew turned heads: tight, athletic from years of running and yoga, perky C-cup tits that loved showing off under thin tank tops, and an ass that filled out my tiny cotton shorts perfectly. But tonight, the real heat wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

"My pussy wants you again. When can we fuck?" Rachel went to the store after breakfast. Princess showed up twenty minutes later wearing a tiny tank top and shorts so short they barely covered her ass. She walked straight into the living room and pulled the tank top off. Her tits bounced free. "Lock the door," I told her. My voice came out rough. Princess clicked the lock and turned around. "I have been wet since last night," she said. She pushed her shorts down and stepped out of them. Nothing underneath. Her smooth pussy already glistened.

Once Lily was tucked into her cozy upstairs bedroom with her favorite story read and nightlight on, the adults finally claimed the downstairs. The massive stone fireplace roared to life, casting a warm, golden glow across the open living area. Ethan poured two glasses of deep red wine and pulled Ava down onto the thick, luxurious rug in front of the fire. They talked for a long time — really talked. About his grief after losing his wife, the weight of being a single father, the fear of letting someone in. Ava shared her dreams, her insecurities about their age gap and her role as babysitter, and how deeply she had fallen for both of them.

They stayed joined together, breathing heavily. He kissed her forehead tenderly, still buried inside her. “Lesson one is complete. Next week, my apartment. No panties allowed. And bring your journal you’ll write exactly how it felt while I fuck you again.” Lila shivered, feeling his cum leak down her thighs. “This is still so wrong… but I already can’t wait for the next lesson.” “Miss Moreau, the library closes in twenty minutes. Meet me in the restricted Victorian literature section. Back corner. Now.”