Feel Good Novels For Adults Novels & Stories

But worst of all of that was that I had asked him for it. The morning after is always exciting in the secret erotic novels I normally read in my E-reader. The books make it sound like an instant magical transformation. They never write about the sticky heavy reality. The way your skin feels hypersensitive to rough cabin sheets. The lingering scent of sex and ocean salt coating the entire room.

He stayed still for a moment, letting me adjust to his size, then started to move. His thrusts were slow and deep at first, dragging along every sensitive spot inside me. The feeling was so much better than my fingers or anything my husband had given me lately. Jake gripped my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter with each stroke. The wet, rhythmic sound of his cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy filled the kitchen. “God, you feel perfect,” he whispered hotly in my ear. “So tight and wet. This pussy was made for me. Your husband doesn’t know what he’s missing, leaving you this needy.”

My thighs kept pressing together under the desk, still tender from yesterday’s orgasm in Professor Black’s office. The book he’d given me felt like a brand in my bag. I had read every marked passage last night, my fingers buried deep in my pussy the entire time, coming over and over while his sharp red notes stared back at me. “Pay attention to the mask.” “What breaks first?” “Guilt is desire wearing velvet.”

God, it felt so good. Maria left small kisses around her n****e. She hovered over it, breath warming Janet's aching skin, then she dipped her head and sucked it into her mouth. Pleasure coursed through Janet's body. Maria arched Janet's back, wanting her fingers back inside of her. Thrusting them in and out of her p***y. She never wanted something so badly in her life. Maria sat up and ground herself against Janet, making her intentions known as if they weren't loud enough.

But either way, it’s true. Never with any of the other girls I’ve slept with — and trust me: I’ve slept with a lot of ‘em — they’ve never felt like this. Sure, they’ve been warm. Textured inside. But they’ve also felt empty. Careless and heartless. Like I could pump and pump and pump, and never really reach them.

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.

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"Jesus, Jack, you feel so good in me. Filling me so nicely. That's it, I have the whole damned thing inside me. I can feel you throbbing. Are you throbbing for me, Jack?" "Throbbing and aching, Beth. Fuck me. Fuck me," I moaned for her, while Chris slowly, quietly, rode me. "I can hear it, Jack. I can hear your need. Do I feel good? Does my hot, tight little pussy feel good?" "You feel incredible," I told her, earning a mischievous smile from Chris, who ground down against me. "Good. I want you to feel wonderful. I want you to feel how hot and wet I am for you. Five nights without you, Jack. I can hardly stand it. Fuck, you feel good in me. Fuck, fuck, fuck," she groaned.

She had a late sociology lab; I was done by one. Friday afternoons were my sanctuary. The only time the house was empty, silent, and completely mine. And I had a ritual. It started a month ago. I'd ordered my first real adult magazine online, discreetly shipped in plain packaging. 'Sinful Nights. It felt like holding contraband. This wasn't the soft-focus suggestive stuff; this was graphic, explicit, a window into a world of unapologetic lust. In our digital age, it felt strangely more intimate, more dangerous, than just pulling up a site.

"Good morning, class. I hope you are aware that your thesis proposal defense will be coming up soon. I expect that you meet with your supervisors and get your proposals ready..." If Kate thought that she had it bad before, then she had something else coming for her after she'd had a taste of those melting candy lips, that hot delicious fat cock and those rough palms... "Say my name, Katharina." "Your pussy feels so good, can't wait to know what it tastes like." Those words he had whispered to her in the throes of passion messed with her head, and she squeezed her thighs together, conscious of her hardening nipples and her damp panties.