Mature Attraction Novels & Stories

Max’s POV *MATURE CONTENT WARNING* I was saying no, trying to hold myself back. I was saying no to myself, reminding myself this is a very serious moment in our lives and there is no going back. But the Moon Goddess blessed me with a very attractive mate. I couldn't look away from her, she was just so fucking sexy. Even without speaking yet since she transition back, but even that turned me on. Like I had taped her mouth, put a gag tightly around her pretty little head, or the most beautiful image was her choking on me. Sucking me dry. Or better yet, bringing me to the edge and taking it out of her one hole and put it in another. Breed her.

Simply being in the same room allowed their wolves to regain strength and alleviate any anxiety she had been feeling. But as the mate bond grew stronger, it was hard and hard to deny their mutual attraction. Whenever they got close, or when their skin touched, Celeste's heart would race violently, leaving no room for anything other than the echoing cries of her own wolf thirsting for her mate, "Mate! Mate! Mate!" She couldn't help but recall the last full moon when Jeremy had pinned her down to the ground with his fierce claws pressing against her skin and the heat radiating from his body. The memory was still too vividly ingrained in her mind.

He treasure it. Again this might look wrong that how can he fuck Neha starting from the age of 15? For god sake, she is 15 years old and a fucking beautiful girl, so obviously, him being a young virgin pussy worshiper he got attracted to her. And instantly and naturally he desire her. Neha's mother notices that her daughter's beauty is a useful resource. Vikas also notices how Neha's mother sometimes deliberately leaves her with him. So, that they could get close. Neha's mother also didn't have a problem if he would have raped her. Neha was a minor girl at age 15 but fully desirable to him. Taking this as a green signal Vikas offered Jaamini that he would fuck his daughter Neha and in return

My thighs were already shaking and my head was thrown back in ecstasy. I vowed to myself that this was the last time I would let them touch me inappropriately. Having an affair with my stepbrothers was like breaking an unspoken house rule and my mom would be so disappointed. “Arrrggghhh…” Fuck, Maxwell just added a third finger and my virgin pussy hasn’t adjusted yet. The pain from my pussy and the pleasure from my nipple sent me to great heights. I was shivering uncontrollably when they suddenly stopped. The empty feeling made me whimper and I looked at them in confusion.

“I have particular tastes, Sloane. Darker, more… intricate tastes than the common voyeur. I enjoy the corruption of ambition. I get off on the moment a woman like you chooses success over dignity. I want to witness that choice, intimately, again and again.” The food arrived, tiny, exquisite plates of things Sloane couldn’t name. She picked at them, her stomach in knots. He spoke of numbers, of conversion rates, of SEO for adult performers. He talked about her brand, “Luna Luxe,” with the cold precision of a corporate raider. He mapped out her first month under his patronage: a costume overhaul, a high-end toy collection showcase, a themed “Daddy’s Little Star” weekend stream. “The taboo is a

"I need to ask two very personal questions. Do you ever watch p**n when you masturbate, and do you ever use toys on yourself?" Maria looked a little embarrassed. "No to both," she replied. "I like the idea, though. Would it help, do you think?" "Almost certainly," Scott answered. "If you were to watch pornography, what sort of thing would turn you on, do you think?" Maria thought for some time. "Well, I do have a fantasy of being tied up and used by a dominant girl. A cruel, dominant girl who'd use me for her own gratification. I'd be unable to do anything. I'd love it if she sat on my face and made herself cum. Mmmm, that would be so hot, I think."

The shame and regret consumed me as I tried to figure out how to make things right again. But why did I feel this way? Era was right. I had been controlling myself. I had been denying this disturbing attraction for too long, and now it had finally come to a head. She seemed to be okay with it, but I knew deep down that it was wrong. I had never felt this way toward any other woman before, even to Emily herself. But Era—even in her inoscent and clumsy ways—had managed to capture my attention in a way that I couldn't explain, had managed to break down my walls and awaken something within me that I never knew existed.

A carefully curated exhibition of decadence and indulgence, where pleasure wasn’t merely felt but displayed, savored, celebrated. Floor-length mirrors lined the walls, their gilded edges framing scenes of raw, uninhibited desire. Each surface reflected the sensual chaos unfolding within the space, turning a single moment into a kaleidoscope of sin. It wasn’t just about touch—it was about sight, about watching yourself come undone, about knowing that others could see every moan, every thrust, every surrender from every angle.

Actually, just one hand. “I’m not particularly looking for a virgin woman, okay?” “Oh, so you prefer the experienced ones? Well, that’s actually better. At least you won’t have to teach—” “Mav, can we stop talking about s*x?” Maverick snorted. “Sorry, I forgot you can’t relate.” Noah held back from cursing in front of the food. When he was already this s*xually frustrated, and someone added nonsense on top of it, he felt like punching something.

Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship. “Babe, let’s go upstairs,” Mia says, touching Damien seductively while Damien stares directly into the eyes of Chloe. He knows she is aching for more and seeing her in this state turns him on more than the touch of his own wife. This is definitely crazy to him, but that’s not the goal. Chloe was staring back hard, wishing she had that easy access to Damien like that, but she was not going to sit there and endure the torture. Mia climbed onto Damien, kissing him and taking off his shirt.