10 Rules For Sleeping Around Novels & Stories

I mumble, pulling myself from Virginia's arms and run from the room. I run. I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

“Your body is surely telling me a whole different tale. You want me to fuck the hell out of you, and you know it, sweetheart.” Oh God, yes. He was right. And I was beginning to question my main intent for wanting us to go clubbing. “You know you never really told me the rules for the no-strings-attached thing.” I said breathlessly. “Never fuck a friend, never fuck a friend's friend, never share secrets, no cuddling or sleepovers whatsoever, never fuck someone who looks like they can fall in love with you...” “Looks like?” I chuckled. “Love can catch anyone off guard. Just wait till it happens to you.”

Charlie I may have had sex with an unbelievably large number of women but I'd never actually slept next to one. I make a point of getting out once the deed is done and I've made it a solid rule with any woman that I regularly fuck, that there's no sleeping over. Most women I've been with understand my position on this, but there have been a few who have attempted to push the boundaries. It's always the ones wanting more who find themselves cut off. I wasn't searching for an emotional connection beyond sex and I didn't want to deal with the awkwardness of the morning after. I had a strong policy of getting some and then getting gone.

Besides, I have five rules for myself when I’m looking for a good fuck: 1- No names exchanged. This is a one-time thing. We each get what we want from the other and that’s it. Knowing names will just give them a way to find me. The only long-term relationship I will ever have will be with my fated… if I ever find him. 2- Gone by morning. Again, this is it. Leave when done. I don’t even like to cuddle with them. And it is crazy how many human males like to cuddle afterward. And they say females are the needier gender… pfft!

Damn, I have to come up with some rules. "Yeah, sure." He shrugs, acting as if my fine lines are nothing. "Rule one," he reads aloud as he writes. "Don't fall in love with me." I snort. "I don't think that will be a problem." Love, what a stupid notion. "Yeah, that's what they all say," he replies seriously. I give him a double take. All? He really is an asshole. "No sleeping in the same bed," I point at him. He reluctantly writes it down.

"First rule, you must be within ten feet of each other at all times. Bathroom breaks are the only exception. You both need to spend more time around each other. I'm talking being with each other twenty four hours a day so you can learn about each other." "Second rule, you must say something positive to each other every hour. It can be something as simple as how nice they smell or a thank you for something they did for you. This will help you both see the good in each other." "Third rule, you must look at each other and make eye contact when speaking to each other. This is a basic consideration that you should be doing with everyone anyway, it shows your interest in what they have to say. " "

He closed the book and leaned back on the armchair. “Now you are staying with me, there are going to be some ground rules,” he began abruptly. I stared at him in silence. “Here are the rules,” he began. “One. You have to pleasure me whenever and wherever I want. Two, you always pay attention whenever I talk to you. When I talk, you must listen. Three, every morning after bathing, you must lay on your bed with your legs spread out for me with no panties. Four, no masturbation. Going against all of these rules attracts punishments. Five….”

Don't look at me like that, sha! It was his idea, or should I say, one of the rules. As a married couple, we should sleep in one room, and on the same bed to avoid compromising issues. I didn't see any point of disagreeing, because he promised never to touch me, or disrespect me in any way. How can he do that, when the first rule of the contract clearly states that no falling in love? No feelings will be involved in this fake marriage. I guess that puts me on a safer side, right? Yeah. No love, no romance. No love, no touchy touchy. Sleeping beside him ain't such a big deal. I don't think he is as dangerous as a dog to bite me while asleep. Or a wolf, meh! We have been going over this for th

We don’t let go right away. "First rule," I say. "We start slow. Nothing before New Year’s. Gives us time to build the story." "Second rule," he counters. "Total honesty with each other. If it stops being fun, we pull the plug. No guilt." "Third rule. We never lie about the big stuff. If one of us actually falls for someone—" "We end it immediately. Clean. Public if we have to." I nod. "Fourth rule. We don’t sleep together. That way lies madness."

He grinned, like I’d just given him permission. I hated that my pulse didn’t seem to agree with me. “Rule two,” I continued quickly. “No sleeping together.” “I can make you change your mind,” he smirked I ignored that. “Rule three: no sleeping in the same room or any kind of sleepover.” “What if your family insists?” “They won’t.” “Hypothetically,” he pressed. I glared. “Then I’ll sleep on the floor.” He laughed softly. “Sure you will, sweetheart.”