Naughty Novels & Stories

"I think you are a nice man." I leaned in, putting my arm around her shoulders, and pressed my lips against her ear. "I can be naughty too." She turned and looked at me, curious. "Naughty?" "Not nice, but in a fun way," I explained. "Mmm. Naughty. I like that."

Funny how she even looked guilty, her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth at the confession, her body shifting a bit on her stool. “Not bad,” I said, “just very naughty.” I watched as her eyes went even wider and dropped to my waist where my fingers were now hooked around my belt. “Little girls who break the rules and sneak out to go have ‘fun’ are naughty girls. You’ll be reminded of what happens to naughty girls when we get home.” “Why don’t you remind her right now?”

Perhaps, he was beginning to act according to my lustful thought of him. I watched him climb the seat and began working on the air conditioner again. I stood there and did nothing but gazed at him while folding my hands. My thoughts were deeper than anyone would have guessed. I was thinking some naughty things about him. I wish he could come down and begin to touch me allover aggressively, for that's how I wanted it at that moment. No just touching me but, will also take me to the bed where we would do the unthinkable. Yes, he could pull my pants off with ease. There would be no resistance whatsoever. I will give him the free access he needed to my entire body

I didn't sleep well. My dreams were a confused mess of legal contracts, masked men, and Adrian Black’s eyes staring at me through a screen. Thump. Thump. Something heavy landed on my stomach. Then, something sharp pricked my leg. "Tom! Jerry! Get off Mommy!" a small voice giggled. I cracked one eye open. My two rescue cats, Tom, a fat orange tabby, and Jerry, a scrawny black cat, were using me as a trampoline. And right in the middle of the feline wrestling match was Milo.

Hazel Eyes Anastasia Perry, an elegant figure at 5'10" with striking blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, stood amidst the bustling city sidewalk. Her cobalt blue pantsuit radiated confidence, while her honey blonde hair was impeccably gathered into a sleek ponytail. The world outside was a whirlwind of activity, but Anastasia's focus was on one thing – her wristwatch. Time was slipping away, and she knew she had to hurry. Her job interview at the prestigious Pinnacle investment banking organization was scheduled for this morning at eight, and the stakes had never been higher.

"Rose dear, uh... is there anything that Daddy might do to make things better for you?" "Good morning to you too, Daddy. You know, I have been asking myself... Uh... that exact same question. This... Ohhhh... position in your arms, kissing on you is nice, but it kind of limits my back-door guy from really putting it to my... fuck YES... tight little butt, you know? So this... Ohhhh... bad little girl has come up with a... a very naughty answer. What I want is... yeSSSS... to be all on top of you, kissing... hold still a minute... on you as you hold me like you love me, while this very bright young man continues to give his wonderful skinny cock to me real good

"No, daddy... Madie'll be good, promise. I promise. Be good..." Leaning over, with his lips near her ears, he whispered. "Liar." Madie shivered, and with no attention to her body, she didn't know she nodded to his words. "You're a naughty little girl, aren't you?" he teased, the belt in his hand lowering to her pussy to tease her. The coldness from the metal as it touched her clothed kitty made her legs weak. "Don't lie to me, baby. I know you'll do it again. You'll be bad again because that's what you are. My naughty little slut. Being bad and naughty because you want attention from Daddy. Ain't

Not lust. Something more satisfying.

My lips barely grazed the curve of her neck when— "Nay-nay and Ca—OH!" In an instant, Rena spun, catching Noah just as he bounced dangerously close to the edge of the bed. The little menace giggled, completely unfazed. Rena pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, turning to face me with a knowing smirk. "Your Uncle Armani is naughty," she said, eyes gleaming with something I couldn’t quite name. “Naughty Caca!” Noah sings, bouncing gleefully. “Naughty, naughty Caca!” “Yes, yes,” I grumble, ruffling his damp curls before stepping back.

“You are a naughty girl.” She didn’t know what possessed her but she teased him right back, “Yes I am, daddy.” His hands tightened around her thighs, fingers convulsing as if he was once again losing control but he held back. “You are fucking naughty. I’m going to teach you some manners, you naughty little girl. Moan for daddy, baby,” he ordered as he seized her clit between his thumb and index finger to squeeze. A loud moan escaped her, her toes curling tightly. “Louder!”