For Adults Novels & Stories

"Show them what a good toy you are." Aria sucked harder, fueled by her master’s voice. Her tongue swirled around the head. The man in her mouth groaned and thrust deeper into her throat. The one behind her slammed faster. His balls slapped against her. Juices ran down her thighs. Pleasure built quickly. She felt exposed and used, but it made her wetter.

School girl crush, I thought. The kind that get a married man like me in trouble. Two and half years later, I returned to my original school. She attended classes on a different day. Students could not attend the adult class until they were 18 or got special permission from the head instructor. I would see her from time to time at the school on off days. We would exchange simple hello's. I would see her from time to time sneaking glances. Later that year Maxine turned eighteen and I got divorced. The two were unrelated.

"That's harsh. Do you not have a heart?" "Even if I sympathize with them, who will feel bad for their parents? Their families? Anyone above eighteen is considered an adult. Even if it's a fraud, no one will blackmail a minor, nor will the law acknowledge illegal loans. All of them are legal adults; some of them are even in their thirties with a husband and children but still can't think straight. It's a waste for such people to live."

And you are never alone" and I nod at him. He gives me a big hug and I melt in it. And with that he left for some place in the world taking the heart of a 12-year-old girl. After 9 years. "Oh, hell no" I claimed as I keep the book in the shelf. "C'mon Iris" I rolled my eyes as I walk over to the counter and go behind it. "You have zero sex life, at least get a vibrator or dildo" I groaned as I bang my head in embarrassment.

The route took us down the corridor with two left turns south until we reached the garden. “Ah,” I sighed as my butt hit the bench. Oryndor chuckled, still standing and towering over me. There was a comfortable, respectful space between us. “You already sound like a grandma and you’re not even a global adult yet,” he teased. That made me laugh for real. “Pft! What the heck is a ‘global adult’?” “I heard some humans don’t count as adults until twenty-one. So globally, you’re still not there.” We both cracked up at his dumb joke.

What did you want to tell me? - Love, is something the matter? The way I said love made him shudder a little but he regained his posture like he did not want me to see this weak point of him. - Maya, we are two adults in an adult world making adult decisions. - Ok, that makes sense, but I don’t understand you. Was there a time when I wasn’t this adult you were saying? Or did I make the wrong decisions? - Think about it! - Peter said the same!

Because kids were getting smarter nowadays. "The word sexy is only for adults. You kids shouldn't use it. After growing up to your father size, you can use it. You both are good boys right?" I asked in a whisper. They looked at each other and nodded their head vigorously. "Good boys don't use adults words. So don't use it. Okay?" They smiled and clapped their hands.

Cayden answered. Wow! Things are getting weirder. I am hearing things that I did not expect. Cayden is saying sorry for something he is not in control of. Is he like this with adults? Why is he bad with his peers? Oh well, we're not the same age because he's a few years older than me. That's why it doesn't have a mode at all because it only respects the elderly.

she asked, lips twitching like she was holding back a smirk. I frowned. "What’s that supposed to mean?" A sense of dread crept up my spine. I had a bad feeling about where this was going. "In my opinion," she started, "an adult is someone who can completely take care of themselves. Cooking, cleaning, ironing, sewing a button back on—a fully independent person. Someone who has their own place and provides for themselves." I clenched my jaw. Was she hinting at the fact that I still lived with my parents?

“I know I didn’t act very grateful for it at the time. I was just so frustrated that I still couldn’t dance. But I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” I sighed, leaning up against the wall. “You have to be more careful,” I told her, even though I knew that would probably only piss her off. She didn’t need me looking out for her. She was an adult, and it was her body. It was her career, and it was her prerogative to do whatever she thought she had to do to keep it. Sure enough, Audrey sounded defensive as she said, “I know.”