Hidden Pictures Books For Adults Novels & Stories

Thank god. When I glanced back at the laptop again, I noticed that I could see the edge of a folder window behind the document. Clicking on it, I found myself staring at a large number of files. The folder was called "UNPUBLISHED WORKS". Quietly scrolling through the various files, I decided to pick another document randomly and see what it was like. Sure enough, it was another erotica story. After just a few paragraphs, I deduced that it was a story about a new intern being hired in at a company, and the owner's son entering into a "forbidden" fling with her. Unable to resist, I quickly scrolled through the pages, looking for another sex scene.

The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier I am completely addicted to my stepfather now just as he is addicted to my body. Body and soul, I belong to him. Even when my mother is home cooking or talking to us, even when Junior is playing nearby, I am thinking about Mike’s cock. I am his filthy little secret. His young cum slut. His forbidden stepdaughter and I want it to always remain that way… I never want this dark, raw, offensive pleasure to stop

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

The Hello Kitty bedspread was a jarring, innocent backdrop for the sheer depravity unfolding atop it. Ryder loomed over Ruth-Ann, his leather jacket discarded on the floor, leaving him in a black T-shirt that strained against his lats. He didn't just look at her, he mapped her. His gaze was pinning her to the mattress more effectively than his hands ever could.

“But what if it has secrets? Grown-up secrets. Like… like where she hides the cookies.” Elias grinned and flopped onto the bed, opening the book without hesitation. “Then let’s find out.” The first few pages were filled with Lisa’s neat handwriting, but what really caught their attention were the photos tucked between the pages. One slipped free and fluttered to the floor. Lyra picked it up carefully. The photo showed a man with sharp, regal features and piercing eyes. Elias leaned over her shoulder. “Whoa. Who’s that?” Aria plucked another from the book—this one of a man with a softer smile but the same unmistakable strength in his build. Then another photo appeared, and another.

“The one full of every filthy fantasy that sweet mouth of yours never dared to confess?” Heat scorched my face. My eyes widened as realization crashed into me. He had found it. The private little erotica book I thought I had hidden perfectly, the one filled with scenes I’d devoured late at night when I couldn’t sleep. Dark, sinful things I wasn’t sure I’d ever have the courage to ask for. “Lorenzo…” I hissed, clutching the blanket tighter around me. “Where is it?” But he only shook his head, still smirking, and turned toward the hall.

He tugged them down her thighs, exposing pussy as the fabric peeled away from her dripping folds. Nova gasped, her legs trembling. Adam knelt, lifting the delicate garment to his nose. He inhaled deeply, a lusty smirk spreading across his face at the musky scent of her arousal before stuffing the panties into his pocket. "These are mine now. A souvenir of my little girl’s first time." He slid his hands under the hem of her dress, bunching the floral fabric up her thighs and over her hips, her bare pussy glistened in the dim kitchen light, her clit peeking and begging for attention.

The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Kiana had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff c*ck or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog – ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

She was about to run out of breath as she looked at his suddenly approaching handsome face. She took a step back, with the glass window behind her, there was nowhere to retreat. "These books aren't mine!" She defended. "And whose are they?" "I don't know..." Jeff opened one of the books, only to see men and women naked and folded over each other. Every part of their bodies could be seen. Especially the man's penis, the picture was very harsh. "Don't you like that too?" "Yes, I just like it. What's wrong?" Kourtney decided to answer honestly.