Romance Series For Adults Novels & Stories

She looked at the camera with the loving gaze he knew so well, smiling as she said, “Victor, this is the fifth anniversary present I prepared for you and the family. I put all my energy into this game, in the hopes that it could provide the last push you need to officially take over the family.” The last frame paused on her smile, full of anticipation. She had ended the email with one last sentence. “Victor, if this marriage was a sham from the start, then I’ll give both of us the release we truly want.” Her loving expression in the video, the cold farewell in the email, Summer’s mocking laughter in the recording, and the painfully clear words in the medical report… All of it formed the absu

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

The taboo hit me like a wave as she straddled my lap and guided my slick cock to her entrance. "Bethany" I whispered my voice thick with conflict. "You are married. This is wrong." She sank down slowly taking every inch. Her pussy was incredibly tight and wet. "It is not wrong if we both want it, Adrian. I have fantasized about this forbidden dynamic for so long. Ride me. Let me feel you." Bethany began riding me with graceful sensual movements. Her elegant body moved like liquid on top of me. Nadia and Betsy watched touching themselves and each other while whispering more secrets.

In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl

“So fucking bad. I’ve been dripping since you made that call this morning.” Roman lifted me onto the desk, spreading my thighs wide. He dropped to his knees right there, suit pants still on, and buried his face between my legs. My hips bucked against his mouth, juices coating his chin. He didn’t stop, just licked and fingered me faster, growling every time I clenched around him. The wet sounds filled the office, obscene and loud. I came hard on his tongue, thighs shaking around his head, crying out his name. He stood up, cock already out, thick and veiny, pre uk at the tip. “Turn around. Bend over the desk.”

Marcus kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips — gentle now, full of affection. “I’ve wanted you for so long too,” he admitted quietly. “It felt wrong… but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” “It’s not wrong,” Celine whispered, tracing his jaw with her fingers. “We’re both adults. And I love you, Marcus. Not as my uncle. As you.” He smiled that crooked smile she adored. “I love you too, Celine.” They made love twice more that night — once slow and tender in the shower, and again in the early morning when Celine woke him by sucking his cock. Each time felt better than the last.

I finally asked her about the change. She seemed startled and took a minute to reply. "I've never talked about this with you, but you see a lot of things working in a motel. There are a few couples who come in every two weeks or so, who kind of like to leave doors open or get risky in the pool. Plus, they tend not to be with the same man every week. I think they're swingers. Some of the things me and Honey see are pretty wild. It's like watching live porn and I can't help getting fired up. That's why I'm extra horned up sometimes. I know we've never talked about it, but have you ever thought about us having anal sex? Two of the couples do it regularly and both seem to really enjoy it."

Then something shifted in his expression—something darker, more certain. He started kissing me deeper this time. More passionately. With more hunger. My breath hitched as I adjusted in the chair, needing to be closer; needing more of him. My hands moved without permission, sliding up around his neck as he pulled me fully onto his lap. The world narrowed until there was nothing but him. My body reacted in ways it never had before. Not even with Ethan. That realization sent a different kind of heat rushing through me as I shifted, turning just enough to straddle him. His hands found me easily, steadying me as his mouth moved from mine to the curve of my neck.

Writes romance fiction from YA to adult, contemporary to fantasy. Most Kage stories lean more toward the lighter, sillier side with a couple meaningful moments thrown in. Focuses more on entertainment value and emotional impact. Lives with hubby, two daughters, cat Holly, and nine cuckoo clocks in southeast Kansas, USA. Farm girl. Parents were dairy farmers. Was youngest of eight. Big family. Day job as a library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can't decide). Justice League

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.