Soft And Wet Stand Novels & Stories

A mature CEO of a successful clothing company develops a crush on his new secretary, a girl more than twenty years younger than him. After carefully navigating his feelings and the professional boundaries between him and his secretary, he discovers that the crush is not as one way as he initially thought. Can a secret crush that turns into a passionate affair develop more? Could these two people, despite the difference in their age and social position, create a lasting, loving relationship?

For the last ten years, Zack Riley– the delinquent, school bully– had been mercilessly teasing Anna Reece– the sweet, nerdy girl everyone liked. But one day that all changed… Due to jealous possession, Zack confessed the feeling he had been hiding since they were children. Can this misled boy work through his own psychological trauma and be boyfriend material? Can Anna work through her trust issues and look past her past with deceitful boys, to accept Zack’s feelings? Yes, and yes, in fact, these two unexpected characters, manage to build a bond stronger that most bonds. They share a connection so deep, some might say that it is fate.

"I know you know that I have an effect on you. I know you do" His words made me rethink why I was thinking about my best friend’s brother in the worst ways possible but why did it feel so right. He came closer to me and planted a soft kiss on my cheeks. It made me feel so warm and wet and I hated the fact that I wanted more. I craved him in all ways possible but this is so wrong, there's Josh, I just can't leave Josh.

The college student I had a passionate night with at the hotel turned out to be the intern I was supposed to mentor. On his first day at the company, he pulled me into the break room and wrapped his arms around my waist. "You have such a slender waist. That night, I never expected you to be that fervent..."

Grant, the heir to the Bennett family, had been my protector for over a decade. He taught me how to fire my first shot and saved me from every attempt on my life. After someone slipped drugs into Grant's drink at the family gathering, he stumbled into my room, and his icy control shattered. His hands found my waist as he pulled me close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered my name. A single night of drugged passion left me pregnant with his child. When my twin sister, Claire, found out, she left a note and disappeared, heartbroken. After that, I was cast as the cold-hearted villain who drove her own sister away. Grant personally forced the contraceptive potion down my throat and exiled me to the lawless territories beyond our family's control. To make me atone, he abandoned me to fend for myself in that desolate land. I was eventually killed in the crossfire of a mob war. As I lay dying, my mind was flooded with memories of Grant. The troublemaker he always called me was finally gone. He must have been relieved. When I next opened my eyes, I had returned to the morning after that disastrous night. This time, without hesitation, I drank the contraceptive potion myself.

"Max, I'm so itchy down there. Could you use your stick to scratch it for me?" Beneath the desk, my boss's daughter was perched on my lap, her round little bottom in the air. I was in the middle of a project meeting with my team, a whole group of them standing in front of my desk. She was driving me crazy. My hardness was itching and swelling by the second. I was about to lose it.

“You know you want me too” He said, his voice was soft and deep sending a sensation through her wet body, his eyes keened on her as he kept her close in his arms. The water dripping down their body soaking them and revealing everything single thing under the thin dress she was wearing. Despite the cold water, she felt hot, she felt it was the place she ought to be. “You are mine” he whispered and tried to cave in but how could she, her time was him was gone, she was his ex-wife and now she had a husband and he also had a wife. What they were doing was an abomination but yet it felt so good, to be with him, to be in his arms, to kiss those lips again.

"Naughty girl, I know you want more." Santa slaps my rosy cheeks as he thrust into my dripping pussy, his balls hitting the lips of my clit. [Warning: This is a dark taboo novel containing BDSM, gay, gangbang, lesbian, forbidden age gap, step siblings and Erotica stories that leaves you dripping wet and bitting your nails with immense pleasure.] ******* You didn't stumble onto this book by an accident. You came looking for something darker, the kind of craving that wakes up after midnight, when innocence feels like a lie and desire feels like a truth. You pretend to be innocent but I know what you crave behind closed doors, the fantasies that make you dripping wet wanting a cock to thrust into your dripping pussy continuously. Dark Tales of Midnight isn't about fairytales or soft love confession, this book contains all your deepest darkest desires, the sexual experience you always wanted. Every page inside this book leaves you wanting more, so if you keep reading don't pretend you didn't know. You wanted this and here, wanting is only the beginning. Dedicated to all the good girls who love being anything but innocent after the dark.

After getting drunk, I let my impulses take over and I completely ruined an innocent younger guy. I tried to throw money at the problem to make it go away, but he insisted I take responsibility by marrying him instead. I thought I was taking in a penniless boy toy who would live off my dime. Turned out... the joke was completely on me!

Waking up hungover next to my arch-nemesis – the city's most notorious fuckboy? Worst. Morning. Ever. I handled the walk of shame with icy dignity, but fate had a bigger curveball: one month later, two pink lines. My baby. My rules. His involvement? Zero. My flawless plan hit a snag when morning sickness ambushed me in the office restroom. He walked in. His eyes locked onto my still-flat stomach, darkening with something dangerous. Before I could blink, he had me pinned against the cold tile wall. "Who's the father?" he growled. I met his glare with a frosty smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know? Definitely not you." Then it happened: a hot tear hit my neck. His voice cracked, raw and desperate. "Don't... don't leave me. Please." Me: ...Dude. Seriously? THIS IS YOURS!