Novel & Cerita Mature Story

He stayed quiet, still holding the water bottle. I kept talking, the alcohol and the ache between my legs loosening every filter I normally kept locked. “I haven’t been fucked properly since Marcus left. You know how I am. I need it hard. Deep. Someone who doesn’t get scared when I get loud or when I ask them to pull my hair and make it hurt a little. Every guy I meet is soft. Careful. I’m going to have to go upstairs and get myself off again tonight like I’ve been doing for months. It’s pathetic.”

However, you will also see his mistakes, fumbles, and failures. Naturally, since these are the memories of a person's life, it is uncensored so you will see every aspect of him as a person. It is essential so you can see the full picture and learn the intricacies of the story. You will see loveably innocent moments, and explicitly intimate moments, with nothing edited out. Therefore, as a disclaimer, this is a story for mature readers. You will see the most private aspects of Dillon's thoughts and experiences. It may be too much for some, just like with anything in this world, and that's fine. However, the ones that push forward to read the entire story will be rewarded with happiness and la

He start smelling my neck and kissing it. “stop it” I said while avoiding his kisses. “come on babe, I saw you having sex with that delivery guy earlier, why don’t you try me? so you will know who’s better!” He said then removed his clothes. When he said that i got an idea. Why don’t we try, so i can satisfy my self from having sex from anyone. I was 16 when i craved having sex with anyone and it really satisfy me when i got a lot of sex everyday.

A/N A word of warning, from here onwards, there are going to be steamy scenes and mature content. So please be warned and open-minded, after all this is a mature romance story. Thank you for your support, positive comments and votes.

This is NOT a traditional romance-based story. It consists of disturbing elements, matter, and content, including, sexual content, physical abuse, torture, kidnapping, dubious, sensitive content, and nasty treatments. If you are sensitive or have been sensitive to all these escapades and Dark phases. Please do not read it. You have been warned. Well, this is an art of fiction meant for a mature, 18+ audience only. The author does not appreciate such behaviour in factuality.

He watched me kick off my shoes without saying anything for a few seconds. “We need to talk about the house rules,” he said. I raised an eyebrow, opening the fridge. “We already have rules. Split the groceries, clean up after yourself, don’t be loud after eleven.” Nate took a slow sip of his beer, eyes never leaving me. “Those are the basic ones. I’m talking about the real ones.” Something in his voice made the back of my neck prickle. I closed the fridge and turned to face him fully. “What do you mean?”

Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out. “He won’t be interested in you like that, Maya,” she said softly but firmly, curling her fingers against my G-spot while her thumb circled my clit. “Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.”

THE NEXT STORY Kira It’s New Year’s Eve, and in just a couple hours, this miserable, sexless year will finally die. Twelve months. No sex. No close calls. Not even a halfway decent kiss. Just me, my vibrator, and the hollow kind of ache that doesn’t go away no matter how many times you take the edge off alone. It’s not like I’ve been holding out for candlelight and grand gestures. I just want someone to take control, to ruin me in a way that doesn’t ask permission or apologize afterward.

I don't get shocked because it's the truth, I don't masturbate anymore because I've got two boyfriends I can ask at any time. "Remember you can safeword sweetheart, these next questions are tougher. Have you ever done any drugs?" The intensity of the wand goes up which distracts me from the question, I guess that's the point. I squeak when I don't answer for a couple of seconds. I mean yes I've done drugs, but that's in the past. "I need an answer," Marcus probes. "Yes." "What drugs have you done?" "Weed, coke, and pills." "Have you ever cheated on someone?"

Greg fucked her slow and deep, watching her face in the dark as best he could. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said. Mary’s answer came out broken between thrusts. “I’m thinking I never want this night to end. I’m thinking about how many times we almost kissed before and stopped. I’m thinking about how my dad almost walked in on you breeding me. And I’m thinking I still want more.” Greg’s fucking turned rough. “You’re going to get more.”