روايات وقصص ضمن New Adult Fantasy

This book is intentionally divided into two parts. Part One — The Daddy Diaries contains 67 chapters focused on consensual power exchange between adults, including traditional Daddy kink (DDLG) as well as reverse or gender-flipped dynamics (MMLG), where roles are chosen freely. Part Two marks the beginning of All Yours as a broader erotica collection. These stories explore different fantasies, taboos, and power dynamics, all centered on desire, control, consent, and obsession. If Daddy kink or role-reversal dynamics are your preference, Part One offers a complete experience.

He finished inside her, groaning quietly as his cum flooded her again. Elena became addicted to the danger and the pleasure. Every Thursday she grew wetter just walking into the library. She started touching herself lightly in class while looking at Roman. Her pussy stayed constantly sensitive. She loved the way her ass stung after his spankings. She loved feeling his cum leak out of her for hours afterward.

My Professor's Obsession PURE ENGLISH VERSION Written by: AdicQueen09 Genre: Romance/ Adult Fiction 18+ This book is a work of fiction , Names and Characters , Some places and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used factitiously , Any resemblance to actual events , places or persons , living or dead is entirely coincidence. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURED CONTENTS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship.

It's finally here! Finding Us, formerly known as ‘Crazy About Boys | Finding The One’ when it was originally written on Wattpad, is a New Adult Fiction novel, which is a subgenre of Romance. Since there isn't a New Adult Fiction tag, I'm forced to use the Romance tag. However, there isn't much of a difference, except the aforementioned explains the book better.

But I was too devastated, too emotionally drained to do anything but stand there crying. "Didn't you know I was not in my right mind last night? Why did you let me have sex with you? You got your fantasy fulfilled, didn't you? Now you should know when to move on." His words came out as a low growl, making my stomach plummet even further.

He laughs. We meet for dinner. We don’t make it to the restaurant. His apartment, his bed, his mouth between my legs for the fourth time in twenty-four hours. He fucks me slow, face to face, holding my hands above my head, saying my name with every thrust like he’s making up for every time he didn’t say it in the hallway. The high school fantasy becomes an adult reality. The sex is better because we’re not teenagers fumbling with bra clasps and premature finishes. We’re people who know what they want and have waited long enough to be devastating with it.

NEW STORY TITLE: Taming My Slutty Daughter (Incest/Taboo) Promiscuous daughter sleeps with desperate father. Enjoy reading.. ********** **Every sexually active character is 18+** This story is about characters from 'Sadie's Healing Pussy' I would suggest reading my previous story for complete insight -------------------------

“Like… what kind? Praise or Fifty Shades?” He smiled. “Never read either of them. I want someone to please. With pain. With pleasure. Safely. Consensually. Not at your place. Not at mine. Neutral ground. A place called Fantasies.” I licked my lips. He made it sound tempting. I wasn’t that kind of woman. At least I didn't think I was. “That’s a very generous offer, but—”

into her pillow so her mom wouldn’t hear a single sound. She wasn’t perfect. Her breasts were full and perky but not massive. Her hips were soft, her ass round but nothing extraordinary. She knew that. Yet the fantasy consumed her anyway. Elena tried everything to catch his attention. Tighter blouses that showed just a hint of cleavage. Shorter skirts that rode up when she crossed her legs. She answered every single question in class, even when she wasn’t completely sure, just so his eyes would land on her for a few precious seconds. Her voice would tremble a little when she spoke, and sometimes—just sometimes—she thought she saw his gaze linger on her lips or the swell of her chest for half

She wanted everyone to know that while the holy Father was dead, the town harlot was very much alive. Beside her stood Ruth-Ann. At eighteen, she was a masterpiece of untapped potential. While her friends spent their weekends getting sweaty in the backseats of trucks, Ruth-Ann had remained a fortress. Even with her boyfriend, Dante Grimes, the school's golden boy, she felt nothing but polite boredom. She glanced at her phone, seeing his latest text: 'So what do you say? Are you in or not?' Of course she wasn't in. The thought of Dante's mouth on her pussy made her stomach turn with a dry, clinical distaste. Why would people partake in such a disgusting act?