Fun Books For Adults Novels & Stories

So I pasted a friendly smile on my face and spoke to her. "We have both fiction and nonfiction books, and there are a lot of genres under each. We have romance, fantasy, horror, sci-fi and the likes under fiction and we also have self help, motivation, religious, educational books and such under non fiction, so please feel free to explore." My voice was professional. "Um...what books do you like?Personally?" It took everything in me not to show my frustration. "I'm not picky with books."

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

he says smiling back at me, I asked him if he needed any help. "No, I'm just here to read, if you're not busy you're welcome to join me," he says inviting me to sit next to him in the reading area, there wasn't much of a crowd giving me a chance to sit down with him. "Let's go sit then," he says picking a story, it wasn't the same one he was reading as before, this was more like babies' stories I get my snacks from my bag and came back to sit down with him. At first, my adult self was wondering why he chose a Childers book but little me didn't care. I let him read the story with me right next to him. I was so entranced with the story until I felt something warm go down my princess area, I kn

"It’s wonderful. Now I can place more books on it." "Then you can buy more books," Felix added. I was amazed by the number of books he brought home. a box of books circulating around the internet that I’m definitely curious about. "Books are your own kind of drugs." "No, books are her babies," Jay corrected. They’re both right. Buying books is, for me, a form of addiction. Reading them transports me to different places. It makes me feel like I'm talking to people I've never met in my life. It entertained me in a good way, without any harm. Romances make me feel the kiss of true love. Horror, thrillers, and suspense chilled my bones from skull to toe. Historical fiction taught me a lot about

I kind of hesitated as I looked at the books and reached out to grab one of them. "Have you ever bothered reading these books?" he asked me. "No, not really. I don't want to read books that remind me of how sick I am." I tell him. "But they can be very educational. Like this one, it's a workbook with exercises and some meditation techniques," he said as he pulled out a book and handed it to me. I looked at the cover before handing it back. "No," I answered shortly.

Grandma and me chapter 3 We had smoked pot together!! Like I would with one of my buddies. We had talked for hours and hours, worked together on the farm. I was beginning to realise that Grandma has needs, and she badly needed to be satisfied. I hugged her back, tightly. I was beginning to lose all apprehension about her being my Grandma, I was forming a really deep connection with her. She was so open and liberal with me, sharing everything. "I'm here now Grandma, anything you need, I will help you" I said back into her ear. She purred at this, and began rubbing her pussy on my thigh. I found my hands falling down her curvy mature back, until I planted them on her big round ass. Her titts w

Chloe's POV I thought I was just having a wet dream. I was floating in the heavy, warm darkness after spending half the night writing one of my erotica books. My body was stretched out on tangled sheets and I was wearing nothing but an old cotton T-shirt that had ridden up to my ribs. I thought the book I was writing was affecting my dream because someone was sucking my pussy in the dream. I felt a tongue. Slow and deliberate. It slid from the bottom of my slit up to my clit in one long, dirty lick.

The library was not merely a collection of books; it was a repository of wisdom, a testament to the city's commitment to learning, and a beacon guiding the community towards enlightenment. The library was alive with an array of activities. The elder, whose age had etched deep lines of wisdom on his face, sat surrounded by a group of wide-eyed children. His voice, rich and resonant, wove tales of ancient heroes, their exploits echoing through the ages. Each story was a seed, sown in the fertile minds of the young, inspiring them to dream, question, and create.

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

My mum woke me up early enough for the youth innovation programme our church was creating for youths and teenagers. I spent the rest of my day arranging and getting ready for another boring preaching about talks about purity, holiness and ‘guarding your heart’ My movements around the house were slow, I could still feel the dull ache between my legs from Blake’s huge cock. Every step reminded me of how hard I’d been fucked. “You shouldn’t forget your Bible, Kayla,” Mum reminded me as I brought my small tote bag to the Sitting room. I sighed. “Mum, I have my phone. Everything is digital now—”