Rated R Short Stories Novels & Stories

The long drive, the stress from finals, and now him, it was too much. I flopped onto the bed, breathing hard. My body felt wound tight. I needed release. Badly. I shoved my shorts down just enough, wrapped my hand around my already half-hard cock, and started stroking. Fast. Desperate. Eyes closed, trying to lose myself in the feeling. The door creaked open. “Still can’t even lock a damn door properly…” Ryan’s voice cut off. I froze, hand still wrapped around my throbbing dick, shorts tangled around my thighs. He stood in the doorway, eyes wide for a second before they darkened, pupils blowing wide with something hungry.

If Raymond made any of his suggestive commentaries today, she would punish him. She stepped into the lecture hall and her eyes immediately landed on Raymond. He was at the back of the class, chewing gum. A mischievous smile stretched his lips as he looked at hee. Lara hardened her face and looked away from him. She picked up a marker and wrote on the board. Dominance and Submission in Classic Novels. She discussed the topic with the class and for the first half hour, everything was fine. But Raymond would always be Raymond. He eventually leaned forward and made a comment.

“Does writing those scenes excite you, Freya Laurent? Did your body respond while you imagined me fucking you in this very office?” The crude word from his mouth sent a jolt straight between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, but the ache only deepened, a slow liquid throb. “Yes,” I voiced before I could stop myself. Shame and arousal tangled so tightly I couldn’t tell them apart. Dr Brandy’s lips curved, just a little. “Good. Honesty is the first rule.” He circled behind his desk and sat, pointing to the chair opposite him. “Sit. Open the document on your laptop. The journal entry. Read the first three paragraphs aloud and slowly.”

Every so often the wind howled and the whole cabin creaked. After the second drink, the tension changed. Rachel had shed her sweater. She wore a tight thermal shirt that showed off full tits and a narrow waist. She caught me looking and didn’t call me on it. Instead she stretched her legs out toward the fire, socks off, toes wiggling. “This is ridiculous,” she said with a half-smile. “Two strangers trapped in a cabin like some bad romance novel.” “Could be worse,” I replied. “You could snore.”

with a wink that promises payback in the best way. By the time the jar’s full, the room smells like arousal mixed with beer, everyone’s sitting closer, knees touching, and I can feel the sweat beading on my lower back, my balls tight with anticipation. Ronan shakes the jar, the papers rattling like a promise, and he pulls the first slip, reading it aloud in that gravelly voice of his. “Strip naked and let the group touch you anywhere for two minutes.” He looks around, smirking. “Who’s drawing first?”

It was 11pm at night when Nikhil Khanna drove off in his car to the hotel Grad Shine. On his way , he stopped his car and when he was parking it in the parking lot , he noticed a beautiful girl wearing a red coloured lacy short frock with her cleavage popping out .Along with it she was wearing black jacket and black coloured female boots with high heels.

“Pretty much all my life. Hell, I don’t even like to drive in them. I’ll pull over on the side of the road and wait it out.” There was a growing silence between them, but I looked into Remy’s eyes. They were sympathetic yet deep, soulful brown eyes that sparkled behind his glasses. I hadn’t noticed that before. A loud boom shook the windows, and I pulled the covers up to my neck. “What would Nathan do when it stormed?” I smiled. “He’d wrap his legs around me and hold me.” I giggled as I thought about Nathan’s dick usually poking me in the ass and one thing leading to another.

The kind you read under the covers with a little smirk on your face. Yes, darling. That kind. You’ve just stepped into a world of heat, hunger, and heart-pounding unapologetic pleasure. Each story in this collection is designed to do one thing. To set your senses on fire. And maybe, just maybe, get you in the mood to do something about it. Wink, wink! Now, before we go any further, let’s address the elephant in the room. Plot? Pfft. Listen.

The thought of that made my heart race and my pulse quicken. They were best friends after all. The first time I met Ryan Coleman, it was in my own living room. He had come over with a bottle of whiskey and a smile that could melt anybody’s heart. He was my husband’s closest friend, his partner in business and a brother in all but blood. And the night I shook his hand, I could feel my world shift slightly off it’s axis. The sound of the key sliding into the lock made my heart skip a beat. I placed the wine glass down, hands resting on my thighs and knees pressed together, just like he’d told me to. When the door opened, tension ran through my spine.

“I love you too. The dangerous, complicated, mine kind. I don’t want normal. I want this. Us.” Funny how it all started with rules and yearning. Now it ended—perfected—in sweat, cum, and unbreakable connection. Raphael’s world was still dangerous. Enemies still lurked. But in his arms, filled with him and claimed so thoroughly, I’d never felt safer or more alive. Whatever came next—family fallout, threats from his past, the world judging us—we’d face it together. My dangerous uncle. My lover.