Perfect Dark Novels Novels & Stories

Something dark flashed in his eyes — hunger mixed with something almost careful. His hand tightened in my hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to guide. He held me still and pushed forward, sliding back into my mouth with a slow, controlled thrust. I relaxed my jaw and let him. The thick head stretched my lips wider as he sank deeper. He started fucking my mouth in deep, measured strokes, never too rough but firm enough that I could feel every thick inch of him sliding over my tongue. The weight of him filled my mouth completely, hot and heavy.

The Davis family's club was a playground for the high-stakes crowd, a haven for the allied families' vices. Francis held court at the poker table, a redhead on one arm, Nora on the other. Nora's dress left little to the imagination. Her makeup was flawless, but her eyes darted around, restless. I hung back at the bar, nursing a glass of water. Bernard sidled up next to me. "Holding up okay?" he asked. "Still kicking." Bernard fell silent for a moment before asking, "Did Nora give you the stuff?" "Uh-huh." I gave a noncommittal grunt, not elaborating further.

Which is why I haven’t been using it ever since I started writing 1001 Dark Tales. Yes, I could have written it quicker, but 1001 Dark Tales are dark romance tales. I’m not ashamed of anything I write, but I would rather not act out the scenes with three males who I don’t even know their names or what they look like. I push those thoughts away as I put the quill down and grabbed my other manuscripts, leafing through them. Each of them was only partly done and would benefit from using the quill on them. Before I could pull one out, though, I heard a knock at my door.

Breaking away from the kiss for air, she sighed and smiled down at him. “You know, for someone who is so shy when it comes to intimacy and topic of sex, you really do know how to use your hands..and tongue." She giggled. “Well." He smiled, squeezing her butt harder, making her gasp. “ Remember that novel I saw in your house?” “Which one?” She moaned. “I have lots of them” “ The one titled ‘Last Night.' " He winked at her. “The erotic one.” “Oh.” She replied as her eyes went wide in realization.

Disclaimer & Content Warning This novel is written under the pen name "Sasicha" and is classified as PWP (P**n Without Plot) with explicit erotic content. This novel is a dark, erotic reimagining of a classic fairy tale. It contains explicit graphic sexual content and dark themes that may be triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised. It is strictly intended for mature audiences only (18+). Explicit Sexual Content. Dirty Talk. Dark Themes: Includes themes of obsession, dub-con (dubious consent), and power imbalance.

BIOGRAPHY Mercedes M. Yardley is a dark fantasist who wears stilettos, red lipstick, and poisonous flowers in her hair. She is the author of the short story collection Beautiful Sorrows, the novellas Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love and Little Dead Red, and the novels Nameless: The Darkness Comes and Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy. She often speaks at conferences and teaches workshops on several subjects, including personal branding and how to write a novel in stolen moments. Mercedes lives and works in Sin City with her family and menagerie of Strange and Unusual Pets. You can reach her at www.abrokenlaptop.com.

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AVERY POV Marcus stood in the doorway of the office, sweatpants hanging low, cock already half-hard and thickening as his eyes dragged over every filthy detail. Me, bent over Mom’s desk, legs shaking, two men’s cum already dripping down my thighs. Mom, still seated on Tyler’s cock in the leather chair, skirt around her waist, breasts bare and bouncing as she slowly rolled her hips. Father Elias, black shirt open, collar still around his neck, cock glistening from being inside me thirty seconds ago.

With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

' He asked with a raised eyebrow. 'How's what going?'. 'The whole walking into a dark dangerous forest, how are you holding up?'. 'It's that bad you know. And it's not dark at all. I just don't like the dense atmosphere and the too tall and wide trees which takes up ninety percent of the place'. 'I see'. He said stroking his rough stubble. 'And you, how are you holding up?'. 'Holding up?'. He chuckled. 'I'm not holding up at all babe, it feels...normal'. He shrugged.