Short Adult Stories Novels & Stories

Chapter One: Soft Moans The bonfire had died down to glowing embers by ten-thirty. The kids, eighty-something tenth- and eleventh-graders from Elites High, were finally zipped into their sleeping bags inside the cluster of army tents we’d pitched along the clearing. Ghost stories had turned to giggles, then yawns, then silence. Díckson and I had done the last sweep together: flashlights sweeping across canvas walls, counting heads, making sure no one had snuck off to smoke or worse.

I was definitely putting the cart before the horse. As soon as I dropped Charlie off at Middle School Wednesday morning I headed home. My heart was already beating a little faster thinking about lunchtime. Sandy was coming over! I'll admit I didn't get a lot done on what I was working on, although it was definitely better than that horrid manual had been. This was an anthology of short stories from an independent publishing house that I'd worked for before, with all the authors under twenty-four years old. The clock seemingly was moving at a glacial pace, but eventually my phone chimed.

The first line read: She parted her thighs slowly, waiting for the warmth of his mouth to find her. “Oh,” I said before I could stop myself. She smiled. “Exactly,” she said, settling back into her chair. “It’s an erotic short story. I’d like you to analyze it. Language. Theme. Symbolism. That sort of thing.” “Right,” I said. “Of course.” “You okay?” “Yeah. Just… caught off guard.” “You’ll adjust.” She crossed one leg over the other. “Would you like to read it here? I thought we could go through it together. Just the first few pages.”

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

I even traced a circle on my panty and cut it, boring a hole in the middle of it right through my pussy. I was already in my sleep when touches toward my body woke me up, there were ten hands going through my body at least. “Fuck! Her underwear has a huge hole.” It was Marhenry, the youngest of them all, he’s 35 and has a son my age and a daughter younger than me. “I should fuck her first. The younger one should be the first.” He joked then they all laughed. He didn’t remove my underwear. The hole was perfectly cut right to my pussy that his tongue went inside the moment he flicked it in.

The lean one fisted my ass while the tall one fucked my pussy, the tattooed one jerking off, cumming on my stomach. “More,” I begged, and they obliged, lifting me into a standing 69, the tall one eating my cunt while I sucked him, the lean one fucking my ass, the tattooed one tit-fucking me again. The jungle echoed with our cries, cum and sweat mixing, until I collapsed, spent but craving. Chapter Three – Untamed Union

I whisper and keep stroking his head. My good pet…my perfect puppy. “Kandy…it's hard again” he whisper and I feel his cock against me, hard and ready for me again. “Such a good boy” I say and pull off him. Completely naked except for the shorts that are ruined and wet with the overflow of my juice and the stain of daddy's cum that seeped through his pants. “Take it off” I say and tap the waistband of my shorts and with shaky hands, Jake pulls the shorts down, his face tomato red as he's face with my bare pussy lips and the small patch of pubes.

He rubbed his tip along my dripping pussy, my back arching in response. “Do you want this dick you slut? I want to hear you beg for it like the good little whore you are.” I squirmed as I felt his big cock pulsate against my clit. “Pleas sir, I want you to fill me up with your cock.” Marcus smirked. “Good girl. That’s my good little pet.” He rammed his cocked into my hole immediately. My body jolted back from the sensation of being filled up to the brim. I gasped, my mind turning into a blank sheet as he slammed into me relentlessly.

Amanda sat in her small apartment in Surulere after another long, boring day at the office. Twenty-four years old, with a tight athletic body from years of gym work — perky C-cup tits, a tiny waist that curved out into a fat, juicy ass that made men stare. She was tired. Tired of vanilla boyfriends who lasted five minutes and called it romance. She wanted to be used. Broken. Turned into something less than a person.

The captain greets us with a nod and disappears below, leaving us alone. Aragorn leads me to a thick white cushions on wide loungers. A low table with chilled white wine, strawberries, a bowl of ice. He pours two glasses, hands me one. “To seeing each other,” he says. I clink. “To that.” We sit side by side, legs dangling, watching the city shrink. He tells me stories about him sneaking out at sixteen to a concert in the old quarter, getting recognized anyway because some girl screamed his name during the encore. I tell him about the time I accidentally dyed an entire batch of white roses blue because I mixed up dye packets. We laugh.