Wicked Adult Novels & Stories

I can’t believe Wicked would hit below the belt and insult her in such a way that would make her feel dirtier than she already believes she is. “Funny because my stomach feels like it has grown teeth and is eating me from the inside out. I think you impregnated me with an S.T.I. just by kissing me.” “Everyone knows you can’t fall pregnant Ele, you are only half a woman and…” The words fade from Wickeds’ mouth as Ele abruptly turns to the side, yanks Royce’s gun out of his holster, and aims the weapon directly at Wickeds’ cock. She flicks the safety off with her thumb, tilts her head to the side, and begins to hum a baby lullaby.

Jake was nineteen and in his second year of college. Everyone called him a p**n warrior because he knew the girls so well. Even when they wore masks, he recognized their bodies—the shape of their tits, how their ass bounced, the way they moaned. But this new blonde girl, SweetLily, had him hooked bad.

Duncan remained staring into the darkness, wondering what had happened. It was like he got stuck in a dream, where he was aware of his action but had no control over his own body. He shuts his eyes from the rush of memories flooded his mind, grinding his teeth from the jolt of electricity coursing through his manhood again, just from the thought of it. He was no stranger to sex, having lost his innocence at a young age and having his fair share of she-wolves in the past, being the son of an alpha and heir to a prestigious pack.

Mrs koloski comes lumbering out of her office and says into my ear; " you made a fuckin sale. About time, don't you think. Come." She leads me into her office. " His name is Logan Hunter." Mrs koloski lights a cigarette, wheezes into a hanky and wipes her chin. She leans back in her chair. She was once a vouge model. She was the belle dame sans merci of beat poets and abstract expressonists. Now she's two hundred and eighty pounds, tough skinned and nasty when she needs to be. In her shaggy quack of a voice, she tells me.

Then, without warning, he brings his hand down sharply against one naked cheek. I let out a sound that can only be described as a squeak. "What are you doing?" "You spank me, I spank you." "Are we children now?" He chuckles. "I, for one, am feeling very adult." He slaps my ass again, making me flinch, but instead of removing his hand for another smack, he slides his fingers along my cheek and between my legs. "Very, very adult." "So we're back to sex, are we?" I say, wriggling.

“You are mine now… Aiden Lazarus” “I am… and will forever be… yours. My Lea…” -Sold To The Wicked Him

“What?” She brings her hand thoughtfully to her chin, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s play a game. I guess what you are. You say hot or cold.” “No.” “Silver hair, silver eyes… oh… I know… you're a polar bear.” Dorian lowers his eyelids. Really… a polar bear? “That’s ridiculous, even for you.” “Hot or cold, Dorian?” “Fucking cold.” She looks at him, frowning, almost sincerely. Almost. “Okay… uh… Unicorn! Yes, unicorn.”

I went further and fucked myself with my finger to calm down my clenching pussy, and soon I relaxed. The moment I was done, I was ashamed of myself. I couldn't allow myself to feel attracted to the man. He was wicked. I decided I would watch a couple of movies to see if maybe I would find a new face for my fantasies. As things were, this seemed like the only way I would be getting a release for the rest of my miserable life. I might as well get creative.

Azareel walked slowly toward the White Tiger, his body began to stiffen because the white furred beast was so big than he expected. Aza stood at the distance he had calculated, the man began to draw his bow and aimed it at the White Tiger. Likewise Nelson, who was ready from his hiding place. "Attack!" exclaimed Aza then three arrows of clear blue water shot right at the Tiger, but it is very unfortunate that the White Tiger has entered level two intermediate. Basically the beasts in Hidden World are categorized as demon beasts and Warcraft. The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some begin

It’s better for both of us that I went the less drastic route. The third guy who approaches is a whole other kind of animal. He kind of takes my breath away, actually. Wowzies. He’s tall, muscular, and dressed like he’s just walked off the page of a Paco Rabanne magazine ad. When he smiles, my panties send a direct signal to my brain: Take me off. Now. Holy lady- boner. Vampire, twelve o’clock. Maybe they’re real. Weeee!