Novel & Cerita Short Novels For Adults

Mirelle “Oh goodness lord,” My hands trembled as I clutched the summons letter, the black wax seal broken but its weight still crushing me. Nocturne. The name alone sent chills down my spine, a whispered curse in the underbelly of the city where debts were not paid in money but in flesh. I, Mirelle Kane, had borrowed from the wrong people. A desperate loan to save my mother's medical bills, and now the collectors demanded repayment in the most intimate way possible. One night at Nocturne, where I would be auctioned to the highest bidder, my body the currency to settle the score.

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.”

Some dripped down onto my shorts. Then he lowered me slowly, breathing rough. The closet smelled like sex and sweat. My back stayed pressed to the wall, my tank top twisted above my tits, my shorts bunched around one ankle. His cum cooled on my stomach in thick streaks, some of it sliding lower toward my freshly fucked cunt. I could feel the mess between my thighs, my pussy still twitching from the orgasm he’d forced out of me. My legs shook when I tried to stand straight.

Girl wakes feeling sweaty and sticky in motel with her dad. SUMMARY: This is a short story about Ellie and her father who are staying overnight in a very hot motel room near New Orleans. The girl wakes in the middle of the night feeling sweaty, sticky and... aroused. She can't help what happens next. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. Enjoy.. ****** 1 -- Ellie]

Hiking and horny 🍆🍆💦💦💋 Chapter 1: Faking a cramp💦🫦 I’d driven out to the secluded state park for some fresh air and solitude or at least that’s what I told myself. In reality, I was craving something more thrilling…sex. I hadn't had sex for like two weeks now. I was wearing my favorite hiking outfit: tight black compression shorts that hugged my ass and thighs, a cropped white tank top that showed off my toned stomach, and a sports bra underneath. My long dark hair was tied in a high ponytail that swayed with each step.

********************The Long Glass Stretch, was so intense and dirty but she didn’t care all mine at all all she always want is to have sex and getting fuck by different type of objects each and every time and that’s exactly what she is getting now in her pussy, trying out new big, wide, large and massive objects every time she gets***********************

I picked a thriller, but as it started, Ryan stretched out, his arm draping behind me. His thigh brushed mine, and sparks shot through me. I could smell his clean soap scent, mixed with something masculine that made my mouth water. Halfway through, the plot twisted into something steamier. The main characters, a couple on the run, ended up in a motel room. The screen filled with them kissing, hands roaming. The woman pushed the man against the wall, her fingers tugging at his shirt. He growled and flipped her around, yanking her skirt up. My breath hitched as he exposed her ass, spanking it lightly before sliding his hand between her legs.

she stomps her foot to the floor and her ass bobs under her tight uniform “I don't have a $100” She tells the pizza guy but he's too busy looking at her massive front. “Hello. Excuse me” She clicks her finger at him. I cringe from the terrible acting. This is what I find myself doing in the late night of New Year's Eve. My twenty- eight year old self horny and watching p**n. God, I'm desperately in need of a man. I wish I could get a man as handsome as my stepbrother tonight. But that's not possible— a man cannot magically appear. I will have to go out, and that I can't do right now. So I'll stick to p**n and touch myself until I cum and the feeling fades away.

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And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.