Collection Of Short Stories For Adults นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.”

I woke up the next morning still covered in dried cum. My pussy and ass felt sore and swollen, but in the best way possible. Thick white streaks were crusted on my tits and thighs, and when I shifted on the bed, more fresh cum leaked out of my holes to the soaked sheets. I smiled to myself. Last night’s welcome gangbang had wrecked me, but my body was already hungry for more. That’s why I came to The Cock Fest. No rest, no breaks, just cock after cock until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Anna said, taking her seat on a couch at the top of the circle. “Do you live in shame of having your tiny pricks seen by your love interests? Do you find it shameful that condoms are too big to roll onto your useless tiny ugh! Have you been unable to enjoy the goodness of sex, because your baby pacifiers are too minute to fit their holes? Well… that's why I'm here to help you. This community will show you how much pleasure you can have, by accepting your pea sized appendages” she said and the men clapped.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

His cock, thick and hard, rested heavy against my stomach, the head already slick with pre-cum. “Feel how much I want you,” he said, voice rough. He took my bound hand and guided it to his erection. I wrapped my fingers around him as much as the ropes allowed, stroking the velvety length. He was long, thick, and pulsing with need. Elias groaned softly, then positioned himself at my entrance. The broad head nudged my slick folds, teasing, coating himself in my wetness. “Tonight you become part of the Collection,” he whispered against my lips. “My living exhibit. Mine.”

The extended family dinner at the sprawling suburban house in suburban Chicago was hitting its fourth hour. Thanksgiving leftovers were being reheated, football highlights blared from the living-room TV, kids chased each other through the hallway, and the adults were deep into their third round of wine and stories about “the old days.” The dining table was still crowded with half-empty casserole dishes, cranberry sauce stains, and crumpled napkins.