Stories For Adult Novels & Stories

I woke up the next morning still covered in dried cum. My pussy and ass felt sore and swollen, but in the best way possible. Thick white streaks were crusted on my tits and thighs, and when I shifted on the bed, more fresh cum leaked out of my holes to the soaked sheets. I smiled to myself. Last night’s welcome gangbang had wrecked me, but my body was already hungry for more. That’s why I came to The Cock Fest. No rest, no breaks, just cock after cock until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

BUT, AS YOU KNOW I MOSTLY PUBLISHED ALL MY BOOKS ON W*****D SO I SUGGEST THAT IF YOU WANT TO READ FAYE AND JAKE'S PARENTS LOVE STORY, YOU CAN DO THAT ALSO BECAUSE I'M NOT GONNA PUT IT UP HERE EXCEPT FOR THE PLOT. IT'S QUITE DIFFERENT FROM FAYE AND JAKE'S STORY COS IT'S AN ADULT FICTION AND VERY MATURE LIKE AND ALL, SO IF YOU'RE INTO THAT KIND OF GENRE (MAFIA AND BILLIONAIRE AND ROMANCE) THAN THEIR STORY IS FOR YOU, SO CHECK IT OUT ON W*****D UNDER THE SAME PROFILE I HAVE HERE. I'M SURE YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT. BUT HERE'S HOW JAKE'S STORY GOES;

The air in the penthouse suite was thick with ambition and expensive perfume. Liza Miller, twenty-three and desperate, watched the final credits of the audition tape roll on the massive screen. Another rejection. Not even a callback. Her agent’s email had been polite, professional, and utterly devastating. ‘The director felt your performance lacked the necessary… depth.’

I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”

I leaned down, sucking her nipple into my mouth, tasting my own cum on her skin as I fucked her deeper feeling her evening inch. “Oh, yeah, right there, Zaddy,” Ariana moaned loud, her voice shaking as her pussy clamped tight around my penis. I thrust harder, feeling the pressure build in my balls, my body tense. I couldn’t hold back anymore and came hard, my cum shooting deep inside her, filling her up. She’s a grown woman now, 21 and old enough to handle it, her body trembling as she took every drop.

Aside from Evelyn, everyone had had a few drinks, their faces flushed, clearly a little tipsy. No one knew who started it, but all of a sudden, the conversation shifted to ex-boyfriends. Some people doubled over with laughter. Others had tears in their eyes. A few stories were so ridiculous that Sophie could barely breathe from laughing. She nudged the only sober person next to her. "Evelyn, what about you?" For a moment, Evelyn's expression went blank. Unbidden, memories surfaced in her mind.

Saliva bubbled at the corners of my lips, dripping onto Thorne's legs Lucien and Draven stroked their dicks faster as they watched us. Lucien's red hair fell to the side, as he stroked the tip of his cock hard. "Look at our brothers using up her holes", he groaned. Draven grunted in agreement, his hand stroking his cock even faster. Their dicks were driving me crazy. Thorne thrusted his hips beneath me met my own movements in rhythm as his dick pounded my cervix. Cedric's dick fucked my throat hard.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Stories that are waiting for the right wolf to tell them. I smiled. "Then I will tell them." I gathered the wolves of Silvermoon in the great hall. "I have found the first story," I said. "The tale that started everything. But there are other stories. Stories that have not yet been told. Stories that are waiting for us to tell them." The wolves listened, their eyes bright with curiosity. "These stories are the future. They are the tales of wolves who have not yet been born, worlds that have not yet been created, possibilities that have not yet been realized. They are waiting for us to bring them into being."