Slam Poem Generator Novels & Stories

My name is Brandon Westin, and I'm Carlisle Grayson's secretary and secret lover. No matter how cold he acts toward me, how much he humiliates me, or how often he "lends" me off to other people, I still choose to stick with him without any remorse or complaints. His friends call me a shameless lapdog. Carlisle calls me a twink, often blaming me for "turning him gay" and thus ruining his life. However, when I finally choose to leave him, he looks at me with red-rimmed eyes and asks, "How can you say that you don't love me?"

During a game of Truth or Dare at a company gathering, my wife, Whitney Stuart, picks dare. She has to share a passionate kiss with a man for 30 seconds while holding a sheet of tissue between their lips. Even though I, her lawfully wedded husband, am right there with her, she doesn't hesitate to choose her assistant, Zach Green, instead. Once the 30 seconds run over, the two of them reluctantly part, the tissue now drenched with their saliva. During the second round, I end up getting chosen. Chuckling, I say, "I pick dare." I turn to the side and kiss the female intern sitting next to me.

I'm the only university student in the village. But my entire family praises my cousin, Calvin Meyer, who has graduated from a vocational school, for being a talented person. What I've discovered is that Calvin's so-called talent actually comes from him voicing my thoughts. When I want to recite a poem as a toast to the guests, Calvin quickly says the poem out loud, resulting in everyone applauding for him. Naturally, Calvin takes the initiative to show off his "flair" for poetry in front of Barbara Sullivan, a well-known professor, by reciting the poetry that I've thought up. Because of that, she has taken a fancy to him. My uncle, Gary Meyer, uses the opportunity to insult me for being a dull bookworm who doesn't know how to socialize with others. On my grandpa's 80th birthday, my aunt, Sierra Meyer, who runs a huge business on her own, brings her family back to the village for the occasion. Uncle Gary arranges for me and Calvin to prepare a speech of our own so that we can convince Aunt Sierra to extend a helping hand to the youngsters' careers in the family. At the banquet, Calvin shoots up to his feet with his wine glass raised. He shoots me a smug look at that moment. Meanwhile, I just keep smiling before I begin thinking about the shocking gossip featuring Aunt Sierra and her family.

Meghan Summers; Mean lean captain of the basketball team. She'll slam your ass in the lockers and tell you the painful truth without batting a lash Zayn Rodriguez; The badboy with presumed skeletons and the leather jacket, of course. These two were cliques apart until a stupid dare brought them together. When an arranged marriage threatens to make things more than they are, Meg and Zayn must see to it that things don't change.

Matilda, a young lady living in Oxford in 2015, sees no harm in reading a poem about true love that she finds in an antique bookstore. Matilda is confused when she wakes up and finds her self transported back in time to the 15th century. Her situation is made worse when she finds out that in this new life of hers, she has a husband. She tries to explain her predicament to him but he thinks she is his wife that lost her memory. Will Matilda find her way back to the 21st century or will she remain in the 15th century where she finds everything strange?

Warning: Matured Content 18+ You do not want me to repeat myself, now strip.” She tried to stop me from touching her, but I only end up hitting her in the face because I can no longer control myself. I forcefully rip off her dress and begin to touch her everywhere and damn, she tastes so exquisite. She is so f**king tight, making me slam in forcefully so that she can feel my whole. Who keeps her virginity at this age? I wanted to please her as well, but I can't help but pleasure myself seeing how tight she is, making me slam so hard and harder every time. Once I was done, I order her to get out. She would learn to fear me that way After being sold of to a wealthy ruthless and heartless billionaire, Lila became the shadow of herself as she was constantly humiliated by her so called husband who finds nothing wrong in letting another man on top of his wife. Lila was never loved by her family nor husband. What would happen when her husband let another man taste his wife? What will happen when Lila realized her husbands friend whom she hated just had her?

Wet Intentions is a collection of scorching short stories that drag you into the pulse of raw, aching lust. It starts with charged glances and feather-light touches that set skin on fire, then explodes into hungry mouths, roaming hands, and clothes torn away in seconds. Expect slow, teasing licks that turn into desperate tongues fucking deep, followed by thick, veined cocks sliding inch by slick inch into tight, dripping heat. Hips slam together with wet, filthy sounds—breasts heaving, backs arching, nails carving red lines while every thrust drives harder, deeper. Clits pulse under circling fingers as pounding builds to that shattering peak. Now dive in… and cum deep inside with me.

I broke up with my boyfriend the year he was at his poorest. A year later, he was famous, and he married a prettier, livelier girl than me. On a late-night show, a host asked him whether a grand slam of awards this early in his career left any regrets. He pulled Mia closer. "I want to know how she's been. Since she left me." The host paused. "She's been... not well at all." Adrian finally smiled. "Then I can stop thinking about her." "But Ms. Whitman left behind a box of tapes before she died." Adrian's smile locked into place. On the tapes were every day and every night of my life, from the day I walked away from him to the day I stopped breathing.

⚠️ WARNING: THIS IS THE ART OF SINS. If you’re looking for sweet kisses and gentle lovemaking, slam this book shut right now. These pages don’t whisper desire—they drag you by the throat, rip your clothes off, and fuck you senseless. Expect raw, filthy, no-limits taboo erotica: step-daddy claiming his little secret, ruthless alphas knotting and breeding their omega, mafia underbosses turning debt into dripping gangbangs, professors punishing their forbidden pets, and every dirty, degrading, creampie-soaked fantasy you were never supposed to want. This is sin as high art—rough, relentless, and completely addictive. 18+ only. Proceed if you dare to get ruined.😈💦

What would you do if three hot men came to your doorstep claiming to be the father of your kids? I would slam the door against their faces. ***** Briar Ashford had everything—an ideal marriage, a loving mate, and a baby on the way. But her world shattered when she discovered her husband’s affair with her closest friend. The betrayal led to the loss of her baby and a burning desire for revenge. In a moment of reckless despair, she had a one-night stand with a stranger before fleeing to start anew. In her new town, the moon goddess grants her a second chance at motherhood, but the blessing comes with unexpected twists. Seven years later, Briar’s past collides with her present when three men show up at her doorstep, claiming to be the fathers of her children. How was this possible? She only had a one night stand with one man. Want to know more? Read and find out.