Short Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

Just something dangerous enough that once you’re a few meters away, breathing becomes too hard. And tonight, I wanted Vincent Hale to choke on every breath. On everything you do, have a plan B. I learned that the hard way. Men are unpredictable one moment hard and hungry, the next, full of shame and pushing you away. That’s why I’d already spoken to the last client I’d spread my legs for, a man with pockets so deep it could swallow me whole. I asked him outright about a job, something clean, something steady. He told me it would be ready whenever I needed it.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

I was crying, moaning, and gushing around Daddy’s cock while sucking my grandpa’s dick — all hidden under the dark movie night and my big gown. This weekend at Grandpa’s house was going to break me completely. End of Book 21

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.

she whimpered, leaning forward to capture my lips in a deep, tongue-twisting French kiss. As our tongues entwined, Lillian guided my nine-inch cock to the entrance of her soaking wet pussy. She lowered herself slowly, her eyes locked onto mine, savoring the moment my head breached her tight walls. I groaned loudly as I felt her heat envelop me, the tightness of her grip reminding me why she was the only woman who could truly handle me. "Put it all in, Edwin," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Fill me up before we give some of it to her."

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet. ‎ ‎"Ugh!! The joys of living alone. Move into an apartment alone, they said. It would be fun, they said. Bullshit!" I mumbled for the thousandth time today as I walked into my bathroom to shower for the hundredth time. Damn it! My water bill for this month will be off the roof!! ‎ ‎After a quick shower, I stepped into my kitchen, the only room that felt a little cooler for some reason, sipping on a cold beverage I had kept cool through a small cooler and just letting a bit of air

"And I tell them stories." "What kind of stories?" Herb said. This was the part that had gotten him out of bed early on a Saturday morning (his only day off from selling mattresses the rest of the week) to come over here. Willie had mentioned stories when Herb got after him for being late coming home so often. It seemed they made quite an impression on the kid, but when Herb asked what kind of stories they were Willie clammed up. The Brookwood woman shrugged. "You know: ghost stories. The kind children like. Mostly ones my grandmother told me when this was her home. I could tell you one, if you like? So you'll see that they're not so bad."

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I fear I might end up strangling her if she suggests something else. I need something to get rid of my pent up frustration though, but no one has caught my eyes yet. I have been keeping my eyes out since we entered the hotel club. The hotel club isn't as rowdy as the normal clubs used to be. It is more quiet, and shouldn't even be called a club at this point. Maybe a bar where people come to talk to their business partners and pick up their one night stands. Most come for the business part but I'm here for both. I just need to find the right person to spend my night with.