You know the problem with sex? You don’t mix it with love. Love fucks things up, love destroys this wonderful thing you have: a casual, no-strings-attached sex.But the problem is, you can’t really turn off emotions, can you?It’s like fire – youMoreYou know the problem with sex?
You don’t mix it with love. Love fucks things up, love destroys this wonderful thing you have: a casual, no-strings-attached sex.But the problem is, you can’t really turn off emotions, can you?It’s like fire – you cannot put too much wood on it. It needs to breathe… or it will die.For Adults Only - This Adult Short Story is loaded with, hot, graphic sex including oral sex, anal sex, group sex, double penetration (dp) and more! It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.Excerpt:-There was a shadow lurking outside a brick house, a shadow creeping in the dark, hiding from the moonlight, hiding from plain sight.
It was careful, so careful not to be caught, not to be seen. Every step is a ticking bomb- every breath is a ringing alarm. It moves on, treading, though it knows she will be caught – “Where the hell have you been?” a booming voice said.A groan escaped from Olivia’s lips. “Aidan,” she said in a pleading voice. She opened the screen doors and let it crash close behind her.Her step-brother looked at her disapprovingly, his arms and eyebrows crossed. He tilted his head to the clock. “It’s one in the morning.”Olivia turned around with dread on her face. She imitated her brother’s stance and crossed her arms, too.
“And I’m a legal adult.” Almost a foot tall, she stretched her neck up to look at him.“I don’t care,” he answered angrily. He locked the doors and faced her again. “You live in my house, you follow my rules.” He snatched her keys from her hands and Olivia gasped in shock.“Give it back to me,” she said in a small voice with acid dripping from each word, keeping her voice cool but failing miserably. Her palms were up and she curled her fingers hastily, asking for the keys back.“No,” Aidan said, chin up.
“I’m confiscating this from you.”“You what...?” Olivia’s voice reached a higher octave. She took one step forward. “That’s not your fucking car, dad gave it to me!”