Short Books For Adults Novels & Stories

Today, Mom’s gone for a five-day conference, and I saw my chance. I put on my tightest bum shorts, the kind that hug my ass cheeks, and a crop top that pushes my breasts up, nipples poking through the thin fabric. I went downstairs where he was watching TV, his eyes flicking to my butt as I walked in. I knew he couldn’t resist staring at my curves. I sat on the couch, crossing my legs, scrolling on my phone but watching him from the corner of my eye. His gaze kept drifting to me, and I felt my pussy get wet just thinking about it. I couldn’t wait anymore. I stood up and walked over to him.

I'd never done that before. "You should get something, too, Robert," Mom suggested, generously, since I was paying. "A nice Rolex watch or something." "Don't get a watch," Shelly said. "It'll only confuse you." "It will?" I frowned as the salesman chuckled, doubtlessly thinking my girlfriend was trying to insult me. I knew better. "The days are only 19 hours long on Karnas Prime," she explained. "And 27 hours long on Delphi." "Where?" Mom asked, holding a ladies Rolex and looking quite enamored with it.

He walked in as usual, bathed and ate what his cook had prepared. Most of his helps would come during the week like the Cook, the Gardener etc and did whatever they had to do and return home. He lived alone in his giant-like house. "I need a drink. A bourbon. Bring it to my room." Mr. Adams said breaking into my thoughts. "A bourbon?" I asked, clearly stupefied. "Don't you know what a whiskey is?" His brows shot upwards. I nodded my head in affirmation. "You should learn to talk. The mouth is not only meant for eating." He told me.

“Just a little more. Just a little longer, I promise.” He sighs and rolls off me, panting. “Well, I'm exhausted.” He groans. “Need I remind you that I just came back from a long trip.” I reach for him, quivering. My body trembles, pussy begs for his attention. “Short.” I yap. “You said it was a short trip…” “Three days isn't so short, Sadie.” He sighs. “You act sex starved.” He starts to climb down. “No. No, no.” I crawl after him, almost breaking into a sob. “Just the tip… Fine. Just sit and let me fuck you.”

He paid for half this dorm anyway. Our eyes locked. My stomach did that stupid twist it always did when he looked at me too long. Alex Reed was forty-seven, but you’d never guess it. Tall, broad, built like he spent his mornings lifting more than just coffee cups. Dark hair, just enough silver at the temples to make him look dangerous instead of old. And the way he was rubbing his thumb along that light stubble… God. I swallowed and quickly looked away. “Lila, come on. We’re getting late,” Mom snapped.

Marcus leaned back against the desk crossing his arms so the fabric pulled tight across his chest. “Predatory depends on consent Sarah. If both parties are adults and they want it, who the hell are we to judge the heat between them? Take these classic stories. The men aren’t saints. They’re flawed hungry bastards who see something they crave and go after it. The women aren’t victims either. They’re dripping for it. Wet and reckless because the forbidden touch sets their skin on fire.” Fuck. My face burned. I uncrossed my legs and felt a slick rush between them. The way he said dripping made my clit throb.

"And we're not actually a family complication. We're just two adults who fell for each other." "An unconventional relationship." "Very unconventional," he agreed. "But some of the best things are."

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

"Why?" Mom pushed me to the ground, picked up that dark, pulsating thing, and swallowed it in a few bites. "Laura, I love you the most. Now, I need a favor from you. You won't turn me down, will you? Let me wear your skin, okay? Please. "I want to be like your grandma. If I gain immortality, I'll always remember the good things about you. Don't worry, Laura. I'll be gentle so that it won't hurt too much."