Rated R Short Stories Novels & Stories

Forgot to give this friendly warning… This story contains: Gangbang, Anal, DP, TP, dirty language, and some others. Read at your own risk… . . Maddison stepped into her favorite underground sex club, hidden deep in the city’s seedy underbelly, and the second she crossed the threshold, the air hit her like a drug. It was the only air she’d ever truly breathed since she first started having sex. Inside, the energy was chaotic, every corner a fuck-fest begging to be joined, and her mouth watered, her body aching to dive in.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

Fuck. I was flushed with passion almost instantaneously. There was a tall, thick, Dark Indian man that towered over the other two in the room. His oiled muscles bulged from every direction, and I felt myself immediately drawn to him. He introduced himself as Ryan. The man to his left looked exactly how you would imagine Ethan Hunt from Mission Impossible. He was perfect, with long flowing blond hair and piercing silver eyes. His tanned body glistened with oil beneath the lights in the room.

Arthur stretched. “Power of dividing and conquering,” Rah laughed, lying down on the floor to straighten his back. “Also, you picked the smallest books. I once read a book that was more that two thousand pages long. It took me a while to finish it,” he added, stretching on the floor. “Wow, you have a lot of time at your hand,” Arthur spoke with raised eyebrows. “No, just interested in reading. When you are a human in a city of wolves, you don’t have a lot of choices for fun,” Rah laughed.

The Story of Russell and Samantha: NOTE, THIS EPISODE IS TAKEN FROM 'NOT YOUR AVERAGE GEEK', A STORY BY THE SAME AUTHOR CURRENTLY LEFT ON-HOLD. ***** I woke up drenched in sweat. It's almost November, yet California weather is as always; unpredictable.

Because twenty minutes earlier, while Rafael was still recovering on the couch, I had opened the Concierge app and placed a new order: Second companion. Tall. Heavily built. Tattooed. Rough and nasty. High stamina. No limits. I wanted to be greedy tonight. I had barely finished my second lobster tail when the knock came. My pussy throbbed in anticipation. “Answer the door,” I told Rafael, licking butter from my fingers.

I sought pleasure, not commitment or attachment. Mr Gavin’s arrangement suited me perfectly. He was twice my age, wise and experienced. It was strictly mutual benefits and no long-term strings for me. Even though, he acted overprotective at times. We met at the filling station, bonding over a shared joke, and he offered to change my ride if I was interested. We giggled and got talking. He was a welcome distraction from Ryan’s haunting memories too. Chief Gavin's voice in the background brought me back to reality. "…. Mason's a skilled massage therapist, Christiana. "He'll help you relax." But I didn't want relaxation. I wanted passion. Just, Maybe.

We laze around drinking our lemonade with Clarissa still in the water and me and Selina sitting near each other with our legs in the pool. After finishing our glasses of lemonade we decide to start swimming properly and Selina's competitive side brings out my own competitive streak and we end up running through a bunch of competitions. We race each other to see who is the fastest, we see who can hold their breath underwater longest, who can hold an underwater handstand the longest, and a bunch of other challenges. Clarissa takes after her mother and isn’t overly competitive so she volunteers to be the judge while she just lounges around sipping on the freshly made lemonade.

I let out a sigh of relief as Oliver pulls his cock out of my mouth. “My turn, come here baby…come show me what that pretty mouth can do” Oliver beckons to me and I crawl to him slowly. He spreads his legs open for me and becomes for me to come closer and take off him shorts. As I pull it down, his cock is freed and slaps against his abs with a wet sound, I gasp as I look at the monster. While Oliver's shaft is long with a fat tip, Rick's cock is thick and curved, the head is angry red and my eyes follows the bead of precum that run from the tip down.

The nights she’d crawl into my bed after a bad dream, her body warm and soft against mine, and I’d lie there stiff as a board, heart hammering, terrified she’d feel how wet I was getting just from the scent of her skin. Then came a hot Friday night in July, the AC was broken again, so the apartment felt like a sauna. We’d killed a bottle of cheap rosé while watching some mindless reality show, both of us in nothing but tank tops and panties because who the hell was going to see us anyway? Riley’s head was on my lap, her hair spilling across my thighs like silk while I was tracing lazy circles on her bare shoulder with my thumb, telling myself it was sisterly and comforting. A totally innocen