Coming Of Age Short Stories Novels & Stories

Lorelei was adventurous, and she didn't do the same guy twice unless he was really worth it. “I have standards, Lora. I don't sleep with just any guy.” She scoffed, flipping back her hair. “What do you think about older guys?” She pulled back, as if she hadn't heard me right. There was silence, just as the smell of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air. She finally opened her mouth to speak. “I don't fuck with them.. they have bad blood.” I almost choked, finding her words silly. “What does that even mean?”

Our heels clicked loudly as we walked into the packed living room. There were about ten guys total — the original three plus seven more friends of Jake’s. All eyes turned to us the second we stepped inside. The air was thick with weed and horniness. Jake grinned wide. “There are my favorite whores. Get on the coffee table, girls. Give us a show.” My heart raced with filthy excitement. Lena and I climbed onto the low glass coffee table in the middle of the room. The guys formed a circle around us, beers and phones in hand.

A sheltered girl's dark awakening into power and incest. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> *This story involves some dark subject matter. You have been warned.* *Everyone depicted in this story that is involved in sexual acts is 18 or over. ***** Tuesday June 21st, 1977 Hello friend! I need to come up with a better name for you if I'm going to be writing to you every day. Today...is my 18th birthday, so I guess that makes it sort of your birthday too?

My biggest problem wasn’t writer’s block. It was a terminal, throbbing case of blue balls, and the only cure was Damian. I could write a thousand words about the slick heat of skin on skin, the guttural sounds a man makes when he’s about to come, the exact way a cock pulses in your hand. My anonymous stories in the university literary magazine were legendary, the most dog-eared, most whispered-about pages in the whole publication. Everyone thought "A. N. Onymous" was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual.

People think I turned out this way because I’m cruel by nature. They think I was born a bastard, destined to ruin anyone stupid enough to come close. But the truth? I wasn’t born like this. I was made. I still remember the first time I was introduced to sex. I was barely fourteen, still a boy who hadn’t grown into his bones. My father’s friend, a woman in her late thirties used to come around often. She was bold, loud, with hips that swayed like she owned every room she walked into.

I helped care for them until they passed away when I was seventeen. I've never understood why so many bunny parents toss their children aside. I did have a few run-ins with some questionable characters that I'd rather not think about. When I met the Biker Bunnies, I finally felt like I was part of something I believed in. I graduated from nursing school a few months ago, just after my twenty-second birthday. Taking care of people is what we all love to do, in addition to riding our bikes.

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.

Winter's POV Uncle Justin is here again. He's downstairs talking with my parents over drinks and stuff while I wait in my room for him, it's how it is between us. He visits, sleep over and sleep in me. Cock buried inside of me and hands fondling my ripe and womanly tits, since I turned eighteen two years ago, we have been playing this game. A knock on the door makes me sit up in the bed, I'm ready for the night, hair washed and body eager, pussy already swollen and clit ready.

The Ember Haven glowed with the warm flicker of a fireplace, its rustic cabin walls adorned with wooden beams and soft rugs, the scent of pine and crackling logs filling the air on this crisp October evening. The clock on the mantel read 12:30 PM WAT, Saturday, October 11, 2025, though the day had blurred into a timeless retreat as I lounged on the couch, my flannel shirt unbuttoned to reveal my chest, jeans snug against my thighs. I’d invited my best friend, Jake, for a weekend getaway, our bond forged through years of laughter and trust, but tonight, a restless heat stirred within me, my cock twitching with a forbidden curiosity I’d buried deep. The isolation of the cabin, miles from pryin

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”