New Adult Fiction Novels & Stories

This story is intended for adults aged 18 and older and contains explicit sexual content and mature themes. Readers should be aware that it includes depictions of gay sexual activity, oral sex, anal sex, rimming, cruising, public sexual encounters, power-exchange and submissive/dominant dynamics, explicit sexual language, and descriptions of consensual sexual acts between adults. All characters depicted in sexual situations are adults. This work is presented as fiction and is intended solely for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

FIRST TIME GAY Ever since I caught my mom fucking our downstairs neighbor in our living room, she’d barely looked at me. I couldn’t really blame her. Dad had walked out when I was three, and at twenty-two I knew exactly how long she’d been starved for touch. Still… she could’ve taken him to her bedroom. She knew I could walk in at any moment. But that image never left me. Late at night, I’d stroke myself raw thinking about Mr. Dutch — his thick cock, the way his heavy hand had gripped my mom’s hip, the low grunts he made. I wanted that. I wanted him.

They collapsed onto the bed, a heap of spent, trembling muscle. I sat there on the floor, the heavy heat of the "special tea" finally fading, replaced by a cold, sharp clarity. I had wanted a slut kink. I had wanted to be ruined. I had wanted the forbidden. And I had gotten it. I had destroyed my relationship, fractured my family, and turned my stepbrothers into my addicts. I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror—covered in the evidence of my "variety," my eyes dark and hollow.

“You’re my daughter’s best friend. I’ve known you since you were a teenager. I can’t—” “We’re both adults,” I cut in, stepping even closer. “I’m twenty-one. You’re not doing anything illegal. No one here knows who we are, and no one’s going to arrest you for touching me. I came here tonight because I wanted to explore. And right now… I want you to be the one who shows me.” His jaw clenched so hard I feared he’d break the muscle. He was breathing harder now, fighting himself with everything he had. I didn’t wait for him to win that battle.

I whined at the loss, empty and aching. Adam brought his glistening fingers to my mouth. “Suck.” I obeyed, tasting myself on him, sucking like I would suck his cock. He pressed his forehead to mine, breathing ragged. “I’ve wanted this for a year,” he confessed, voice raw. “Every time you said good morning I imagined bending you over my desk and filling this tight cunt until you screamed.” I reached down and palmed his massive erection through his pants. It was huge, burning hot. I squeezed and stroked him, feeling it jump in my hand.

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His shorts tented obviously now, his cock thickening at my proximity. He ran a hand through his damp hair, his eyes dropping to my thin tank top, where my nipples poked through the fabric. 'I found them online. After you visited last time, I couldn't stop thinking about you. It was a mistake, but... fuck, you're so beautiful.' His confession hung in the air, raw and honest. My anger twisted into hunger. I'd fantasized about older men, about crossing lines, but this? This was real. Dangerous. I glanced at the stairs, Katrina could wake any second, but the risk only made my clit pulse harder.

Men like him have zero concept of what else a woman might want besides being overwhelmed by their sweaty, cock-obsessed ideas of dominance. “First of all,” I say, putting on my I’m-old-enough-to-be-your-mother voice, “I’m not a girl.” Predictably, Greaser Boy scowls at my condescending tone. “I stopped being one of those over 30 years ago, boy.” I roll my empty glass around on the surface, making the ice fill the silence. “And I have no interest in whatever you think I will be lapping up. I have no interest in spending another minute with you.” Carefully, I comb a ringlet behind my ears. “What makes you think I’d want to spend an entire night with you?”

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?

I need something real—flesh, thick and warm. I need a real cock to fuck me, and a big one would be a hell of a bonus. I try hooking up with a few guys, but it never turns out well. Never. Something always goes wrong, or they’re disappointing, or I just can’t go through with it. And with everything this year—moving, working nonstop, the gym—I haven’t had time to go on dates or actually get fucked. Santa looks at me like I’ve completely lost my mind.