Dystopian For Adults Novels & Stories

Introduction: A daughter's broken heart leads her to her daddy's bed. *** All characters are over 18 years old*** Enjoy. ************** I'm kind of an asshole. It's not something I do on purpose. Rather, it's a side effect of not caring about many people. I didn't care about my parents, and I barely ever called them, and even more rarely visited. After I turned eighteen, I never spent a holiday with them. It didn't help that my old man was a violent drunk, and my mom a helpless victim who failed to protect her own children, but my lack of compassion wasn't limited to them. I didn't care about the beautiful woman I married out of college, and this caused her to run out on me a decade ago. I d

When he rolled off me he laughed and said, "That was okay, right? Not every girl makes a big deal out of her first time." I hated how wet that memory still made me. I should have felt angry, used, worthless. Instead my pussy kept throbbing, begging for something more. Something real. Something that would break me and put me back together. That was why I started searching online late at night. BDSM. Domination. Submission. The words alone made my nipples hard. I read stories about girls who got tied up, spanked until they cried, then fucked so deep they screamed. Men who knew how to take control. Men who made you feel like their favorite toy and their most precious slut at the same time. I wa

The deeper we walked into the pack grounds, the more raw and depraved the scenes became. A female alpha was fucking a male beta right in the middle of the main path, her thick strap-on slamming into his ass while he moaned like a bitch in heat. Another group was in a full orgy near a large bonfire — at least fifteen wolves tangled together in a mess of limbs, tongues, cocks, and pussies. Cum dripped everywhere. No one cared who was watching. I was eighteen. Pure. Innocent in every sense. But as I walked through this den of savage, unrestrained lust, something dark and terrifying stirred deep inside me.

This book is intentionally divided into two parts. Part One — The Daddy Diaries contains 67 chapters focused on consensual power exchange between adults, including traditional Daddy kink (DDLG) as well as reverse or gender-flipped dynamics (MMLG), where roles are chosen freely. Part Two marks the beginning of All Yours as a broader erotica collection. These stories explore different fantasies, taboos, and power dynamics, all centered on desire, control, consent, and obsession. If Daddy kink or role-reversal dynamics are your preference, Part One offers a complete experience.

All of my attention, so I worship none but her. That ’s what it would take for me not to be bored, I think, imagining my goddess and queen. For a woman to ensnare me. Hold me captive until I see nothing outside of her. But I don’t think a woman like that exists. I glance again at the female bodies flowing around me. None of these, anyway. They’re too tender — too immature — for such a responsibility. Loneliness wells up inside me. Dex claps my shoulder, ripping me from my thoughts. “Don’t worry, man,” he says, giving me a reassuring smile. “We’ll help you find the girl of your dreams.” He sits a little straighter, looking proud. Confident. “We’re

Destiny Ryder, 28 and virgin, craves her first taste of sin. At Adult Fun Inc., she strips bare, blindfolded, and ready. A stranger’s tongue teases her nipples and licks her dripping wet puss*y, then thrusts deep into her virgin cunt, breaking her virginity open with wild pleasure. Sweaty and free, she’s hooked—but someone’s watching, promising hotter nights ahead. NB: This steamy collection of hot erotic and steamy stories unleashes Destiny’s story and more: sultry tales of lust, tangled bodies, and forbidden thrills.

He needed to give every ounce of attention he could muster to what he was about to do. He sucked in air and mounted the bike the same way that Seth had. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as he thought it might be. It was lighter than he’d imagined. The grips felt right in his hands. Sitting there for a moment, getting a feel for the vehicle, he was reminded of a book he’d read once. The Mothers encouraged Dicks to read in their free time to keep them more docile, only allowing access to books with messages that didn’t go against the Mothers’ rules or philosophies on how life should be. All of the books were only available on ancient tablets that didn’t work half of the time and had no access to any

It doesn't matter if you're good or evil, bad things will always happen to you and no hero will come to rescue you because everyone is alone in their own fights. The only things that matter in this world are the strong and the weak, the powerful and the powerless, and the brave and the cowards. There is no true salvation for anyone. There is no such thing as a happily ever after. Those are all bullshits that adults feed to children to keep them behaved but they are also chains of illusions that blind a child from the real reality of this unforgiving world. Perhaps it's also an act of mercy because the truth is as ugly and painful.

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“Rule number one, little girl. You belong to us. You don’t run. You don’t hide. You don’t even *think* about leaving.” Dante stripped off his pants, revealing a thick, veined cock already leaking at the tip. “Rule number two,” he added, crawling onto the bed. “When you’re bad, you get punished. When you’re good…” He smirked. “You get fucked until you can’t remember your own name.” Nico reached the edge of the bed. “Take off the shirt.” Ashley hesitated. Dante’s hand shot out, fisting the front of the fabric and ripping it open in one yank. Buttons flew. She was naked again in seconds.