Short Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

Chapter 2: Reconciliation "It's pouring outside." Gina said while watching the rain and shivered at the cold, despite the heat coming from the chimney. She glanced at the unaffected wolf and snorted. "It must be nice having a thick coat of fur, huh?" Sam purred, wanting to invite her for a cuddle, but of course, Gina wasn't able to get the message and wrapped herself with a thick blanket, proceeding to type away to finish her novel. She only has a week left to finish her deadline before her editor kills her for real.

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.

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Tyler, quieter but built solid with those broad shoulders that tensed up when he got excited, and Alex, the storyteller who could turn any boring moment into something wild with his tales. We kicked off the night with a standard round of Never Have I Ever, sipping shots whenever someone hit a truth we had lived, but after a few cycles and the alcohol hitting harder, Sarah suggested flipping it to what she called the Extreme Edition, where instead of drinking for the things you had done, you stripped off a piece of clothing, and that idea got everyone nodding and grinning because the vibe was already charged with that tipsy flirtation. Clothes started coming off pretty fast after that, shirts

“One drink. And you stay close to me. No wandering off.” Relief flooded through me as well as something much more dangerous than that. “Thank you.” I’d told my best friend I was exploring for the night. I was supposed to give her the details after I was back, but how could I tell her I met her father at a BDSM club and told him to show me around?

That was all he said as he took his briefcase and made his way out of the house while I watched him leave helplessly. “I could be good for you.” I whispered in frustration and stomped my feet before clearing the table and dumping them in the sink. I spent the rest of the day as usual, stealing Nick's shirt and hiding it in my room so that I could fuck myself to it at night. When 6 PM struck, I got a text from Mom with a message that had me sighing in despair. Mom: “There's unfortunately too much work. I think I'll be home by midnight. Or in the morning. Take care baby, xoxo.”

“I’m such a horrible person… but I need your cock.” We could hear voices right outside the door, laughter, the bride’s excited giggles, people calling out instructions. The risk was higher than ever. Adrian fucked me relentlessly, his hand covering my mouth as I came hard the first time, my pussy gushing around his cock. He didn’t slow down. He kept pounding me, whispering filthy things in my ear. “I’m going to marry her in two hours,” he growled, choking me lightly, “but I’m breeding you right now. This pussy is mine. Say it.”

Liora Vale had always loved the quiet. At twenty-one, she worked the night shift at the old city library. Most people thought the job was boring, but Liora loved being alone with the books after midnight. The tall shelves felt like old friends. One rainy night, while sorting the rare books section, she found a strange leather book hidden behind others. It had no title. When she opened it, the pages glowed softly. Words appeared. Choose a story. Bring him to life. One night only.

I tried again, whispering right against Tyler’s neck while my toes crept higher, brushing over his cock through his shorts. It was half-hard but not responding like I needed. “Please, Tyler. I’m so wet right now. I need your cock stretching me open.” My voice came out breathy, desperate. He patted my thigh clumsily. “In a minute, babe… this story’s gold…” Then his eyes drifted again. Kyle laughed along, but his gaze never left me. “Some women need a real man on their honeymoon, you know? Someone who can keep up all night instead of tapping out after one round.”