Kisah Selingkuh Dewasa Novels & Stories

Her hand cups my cheek, her thumb tracing my lower lip. “I’ve been thinking about your mouth all day,” she murmurs. “How it would feel on me.” Heat floods me. I lean in, but she holds me back gently. “Patience, darling.” She leads me deeper into the gallery, past a massive abstract painting. Swirls of crimson and gold that look like passion captured on canvas. “This piece,” she says, stopping in front of it. “It’s about forbidden love. The artist poured her affair with a married woman into every stroke.”

“Ask the question. I know you want to ask it. The infamous three-letter word. Why. Keep on digging, Rosie.” “OK, cool. So, why did you pack up and move away? Why were you disowned?” His eyes bored deep into mine. “Because of the pictures you saw in the wardrobe drawer. Alcohol addiction isn’t the only one I have. I’m addicted to sex, too.” I reeled at that, struggling to comprehend it. My mind was whirring, and he nodded as he saw. “The girl in the photos is one of my daughter’s friends. Her name is Maisie. She was the first girl I fucked outside of my marriage. She was nineteen years old.”

Hey future readers! This a different book complimation. Containing several books of this series. Atleast containing up to 30-40 different books. Same Genre, Same Trait. Note all pages has an hint on the erotic part. Strictly for 18+. ************* Juliette tried not to stare when Louis entered the kitchen only wearing a towel. He was just out of the shower and his short brown hair was slicked back. He had a beautiful, tanned, muscled body. She’d become his private chef three months ago, and she was after all in his home, but she had still not gotten accustomed to his perfect six-pack, or the muscles rippling down his back as he leaned into the window and looked up at the sky.

She spread her legs wider, showing me how soaked she was. “You can have me all night if you want… and every other night too,” she continued, eyes locked on mine. “You can fuck my mouth, my tight pussy… whatever you want. I’ll be your dirty little secret slut. But you have to promise not to tell Mum and Dad about my videos. Keep my secret, and I’ll keep your cock very, very happy.” Katricia pulled down the straps of her nightgown to reveal her bare breasts, her hard pink nipples begging for attention.

"I can't say that I really regret anything that's happened. Step by step it's been unbelievably exciting. Let me explain what happened. I am in my late forties and Alexis, my wife of 18 years marriage, is the same age. She is tall, fairly slim, with brown eyes and hair, smallish breasts, and with lots of light brown pubic hair. Our sex life has been drab to say the least and as our sex has dropped off, I've tried to find new ways to excite her. I have never been adulterous and, to my knowlege, nor has she, although there have been times when she's disappeared for hours on end, seen movies 'by herself', that sort of thing, but rarely. She hasn't been interested in adult films, or 'devices' li

But her little ploys wouldn’t work. He’d spoken the truth yesterday; he wasn’t some male slut chasing after one thing. Yes, he dated, but that was it. He hadn’t taken a woman to his bed in over a year. Not that there weren’t plenty that were eager to trip and fall on his dick. Surrounded by models and fashion icons on a daily basis, he got his share of offers. But at thirty-eight, he was far too old to be bed hopping from one meaningless, faceless partner to the next. Never mind, that had never been his thing even when he was younger.

Rene’s POV “He wants me to go to Coverts Lisa.. Coverts! He wants me to cheat!” I said on the phone with my cousin. Sitting outside the hospital “But Rene.. Is it really cheating if he permits you to?” “Omg Lisa! Don't tell me.. What has gotten into you two?” “Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.”

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

The large screen above their heads flickered on and began playing a very explicit video. The footage landed like a landmine, blowing the entire room to pieces. "Holy shit—isn't that woman today's bride? And that man is—" "Ahhh! No blurring! Everyone can see!" "Wait a minute. The bride cheated. She betrayed the groom." "I see it now. Damn. She's been playing dirty." Lacey and Kevin's eyes bulged. Shrieking, they begged the staff to turn off the screen immediately. Then came the turn of Lacey's friends. Their own romantic escapades played out on screen as their boyfriends watched everything unfold. Slaps rang out across the room.

He licked her clit with a heavy, steady rhythm. "Uuh... Silas! Yes!" Elara cried out. She gripped his thick hair. The erotica of the hidden room was overwhelming. She was being licked by a giant in a dark hole in the wall. She felt her climax building fast. Silas did not stop. He used his tongue like a weapon, pushing her higher and higher. Elara’s legs shook, and she let out a long scream as she came for the first time that night. Silas was not finished. He was never finished. He reached for a jar of thick, sweet honey that was sitting by the candle. He poured the honey over Elara’s pussy and thighs. The honey was warm and sticky.