Wicked Adult Novels & Stories

"Welcome to adulthood, kid; life doesn't give free handouts." I pushed the back of my hand to my nostrils and sniffled. "It's not that; I...I don't have anywhere else to go, because...he..." Santini's eyes shifted to surprise, then mellowed. He grabbed a box of tissues and handed it to me; I took one and dabbed at my eyes. "A strip club is the last place you want to be," Santini said. "This is not a recovery center. The men who come here are powerful and desperate to be wanted, and your body is like an ecstasy pill."

Wicked lips curled in a sneer. He had followed me because he wanted to warn me to behave? “I’m not doing anything wrong, Wicked. I’m an adult.” Closing my hand around the bathroom door, I paused, turning back to him. “If I want Bennet to fuck me on the pool table, it has nothing to do with you.” I gave him my sweetest smile. “Hell, I’m surprised someone else isn’t fucking on it already. We both know tonight will turn into one big Black Ace’s orgy.”

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

Meeting his eyes again, I say, “I’m so tired of always being good, Adam. Can’t I just be naughty for a little bit?” “You want to be naughty, love?” “Fuck yes,” I moan. His lips quirk up as if he’s fighting a smile. He steps closer and cups my face, running his thumb lightly over my lips. “Such a dirty mouth for a Sunday school teacher.” “You have no idea.” He lifts a dark eyebrow at me. “How much of a wicked girl are you?” I give my nipples another pinch, feeling my panties mold to my pussy from how wet they are. “Wicked because of things I’ve done or wicked because of things I want to do?”

"But I never imagined I'd take a wife, let alone a beautiful wife like you. A wife full of fire and sex, a wife I want to break and rebuild. A wife I want to sleep beside, pleasure, argue with, fuck nice and deep and rough. A wife I could get off a thousand times and never lose interest." "Yes," I gasp, muscles clenching. "Fuck, god damn it, yes." My fingers dig into the covers as I come against his mouth. He doesn't stop, the monster, he licks and fucks me with his fingers, and I keep on coming, harder and deeper, my eyes rolled back, my brain a total blank lost to ecstasy.

I said with a wide smile on my face. “I like you, and I will love to be your friend.” I continued, still looking at her. “Are you kidding? So you are not intimidated by my looks?” she asked with a voice that said, ‘you may not like me.’ The truth is this, she really had a mean face that radiated the Fuck Off sign. She had piercings on her tongue and almost every part of her ears. Her looks could really make one piss on his or her pants and she looked very ghetto. She had black short hair which she dyed blonde. I knew her hair was black because the root of her hair had already grown out some portion of black. She continued writing on her book and when I tried to see what kept her busy, she cl

“Two eighty, please.” He counted out the exact change and dropped it on the bar, the sound clinking over the music. “Do you often go home with college kids who wank more often than they fuck?” 'Wank'. What a wonderful word. “Why are you smiling?” I licked my lips. “Wank. It’s a very British word.” “I’m British, if you hadn’t noticed.” “I noticed. Somewhere between you hooking my legs over your shoulders and pinning me against my car.” I leaned against the bar again. “Does it matter if I leave work with college guys?”

he sneered, referring to Marvin's wife, Rachel, as a tigress. Marvin gritted his teeth, displeased that Rachel had been brought into their conversation. “Don't you know your wife has made you a cuckold once again?! This time, she hired a gigolo service!” Aleandro's face immediately turned cold. "What do you mean??” “Please check the news on the internet. Congratulations, you became a cuckold once again.” Aleandro turned to look at Viktor, signaling him to look for the news. Viktor could hear part of the boss's conversation, and understood his cue. He opened the gadget in his hand and was dumbfounded reading the booming headlines on the internet.

There is no fear on her face. "Girl, you don't know anything about me, I told you, I have the power of more than fifty packs of rogues under me. Did you hear me?” Wolf Alpha laughed. “I heard you, I know everything about your fifty rogues pack. But as I said, you don’t know Crysler Dark. He already has defeated all of them, and he is now the Alpha of all of those packs with not rogue wolves, but his warriors. An army of his wolves." Lucy said. A peaceful smile came upon her face. AND all the blood drained from Wolf Alpha’s face. It seemed as if Lucy dropped a bomb over his head.

At least the women there are clean and all tested and I am a member. I get to my car and retrieve my wallet from the dashboard and check if the card is there and it is. I smile and ignite the car. Velvet House is a fantasy world that gives most men what they do not get in their marriages. Here, one gets all types of sex depending on their preference. I am a hardcore dominant and I love my partners submissive and masochistic. I love dominating for a good fuck but once in a while, I can switch roles but that doesn't with whether I can get a good dominatrix.