X Rated Story Novels & Stories

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

Ryan. https://m.a********s.app/stories/63dc11dc3a7eb1001a4f8a41/mr-ryan? Part II coming soon!

Eight rogues werewolves against a wolf which is an Alpha. Was he an Alpha? "Weak Alpha, my foot!" I cursed, stomping my foot against the floor underneath me. Good luck, Mate! I'm sorry but I'm not going to help you. A weak mate is the least I desired from the moon goddess. "Ezra!" I called through mind link, inviting him over to my chambers. "Get your fucking short co*k over here!" I yelled in an authoritarian tone. I need something to forget about my mate and that is a hot fvck!

Natasha's POV "Fuck yes!" I screamed as Richard slammed into my pussy. "Do you like that?" He asked. "Yes, I like it very much." I screamed again as he slammed into me. He grabbed my legs and brought them to either side of my neck, holding them there as he continued pounding inside my pussy. His study couch creaked beneath us at his thrusts. My hands found his back, gripping it for support as I continued moaning. "Holy fucking shit!" I screamed as he grazed my G-spot, almost sending my orgasm ripping away from me.

Maybe a little passion in my life would do that. “It’s fine! I was so flipping scared when I did it, and look! It turned out perfectly,” Stella says dreamily, breaking into my thoughts. It’s like she’s part of a fairytale or something. Well, maybe she is, but definitely an R-rated version of one.

"Gonna fill this pussy up. Breed my little star." I'm lost in it, pushing back against every thrust, my tits bouncing, water splashing everywhere. He's fucking me like an animal, grunting and cursing, his balls slapping against my clit. That's when the curtain rips open again. Standing there, eyes wide but darkening with lust, is Professor Bryan. "Well," he says, his voice smooth as honey, a slow smile spreading across his handsome face as he takes in the sight of me bent over, impaled on Coach Robinson's cock. "What do we have here?"

"What about cars? Video games? Any?" Rick paused, towel half-folded. "I like cooking, actually. And movies, epic, mostly." Deflecting, but polite. “Yeah? Those type of movies where sexual fluidity isn’t considered sick? Or mental?” I asked, locking eyes with him. He shot me a glance, like he didn’t just hear what I said. “Yeah...that’s one way to put it.” I smirked inwardly. Time to ask the hard questions. "Cool. Hey, random question— do you ever wonder what it's like to get pounded from behind? Like, really railed? Like they do in the movies?"

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som

I stuffed the tape into the VCR, pushed play and sat down next to Jerry. The movie wasn't that good - I don't even remember the name - but it did live up to its R rating. This included a bedroom scene - a brief flash of her tits and the guy disappearing down down down under the covers. I have to admit I was embarrassed at first, but these scenes are designed to titillate and I could feel my nipples reacting. I looked down at Jerry's lap. Lo and behold there was a telltale bulge in his shorts.