10 Rules For Sleeping Around Novels & Stories

Darius felt the anger radiating off him, but those were his three rules: no taking of cum, no kissing and touches during sex, no mouth fucking your partner. He had already broken rule number three, and he was not planning on breaking rule number two and one anytime soon.

"Rule Two: Public displays of affection limited to hand-holding, quick hugs, and one staged kiss maximum per week. And only in front of relevant witnesses. (Ex-boyfriends, mothers, coworkers.) “Okay,” he said, leaning forward. “Rule Three?” “We can see other people. Totally casual. No questions if we’re out with someone else—just don’t post it where Derek or my I*******m can see.” "Rule Four?" He asked. "Rule Four: No sleepovers unless faking one is absolutely necessary." He nodded, rubbing his chin. “Rule Five: We post exactly one couple photo per week. No more, no less. Hashtag #TotallyRealCouple.”

My rule was simple; I only fuck women once. Sleeping with the same woman many times made them clingy. I didn’t do relationships, and neither did I believe in love and feelings. So, sleeping with women once and moving on to the next was the best. It was exciting, providing me with a variety of different body types, figures and shapes. I would never give that up to be exclusive to one woman. “Your rule is boring, Scar,” she mused. “We had a good time, the best sex of my life. I want us to do it again.”

"And I don't want you asking about my family." He looked up. "Deal." "Just like that?" "Just like that." He wrote something on his own paper. "I have additions." He slid the notebook back. Below her rules, in messy handwriting: 6. No falling asleep in the same location. 7. No telling anyone it's fake. 8. If either person develops feelings, they must admit it immediately so the arrangement can end cleanly. Mira's chest tightened at rule eight. Admit it immediately. As if feelings were a court filing. As if you could just say them.

You will not touch yourself if I am not there, you will give me a call and I will see you, by call or in person 3. You will not sleep with anyone other than me until further notice 4. You will only cum for me. 5. If you are not comfortable with my practices, you will tell me and I will stop. 6. Every provocation has its punishment. 7. If you behave well, you will be rewarded. 8. You will move near me and satisfy all my desires. 9. Just you and me. I reread the list he'd just handed me and felt my cheeks heat up.

At the far end was a massive red door. "Attention, players!" the voice boomed again. "Processing is complete. You are now four thousand players ready to begin THE SURVIVAL GAME!" The crowd murmured nervously. "Let me explain the rules," the voice continued. "You will compete in games for forty days. Each day is one round, and each round, players will be eliminated. The last player standing after forty days wins the grand prize: you get to return to your life, and you get one wish granted. Anything you desire!"

Ryder’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Not Jenny? I saw you with her last night. You were doing it inside your car.” Rocco only smirked wider. “Come on, dude. Were you peeking at us while we were doing that? Was I great?” he said confidently. This time, Ryder smirked too. “Nope. Jenny screamed louder when I was the one with her.” Ryder Sandford was the biggest playboy on campus. He treated girls like toys, something to use for fun. He preferred relationships with no strings attached. A casual arrangement was enough for him.

If they wanted me to be untouchable, they wouldn't have assigned a girl to my dorm. "The first rule is a classic," Aurora says. I know what she'll say. It's the number one fake dating rule ever implemented. No kissing. "No kissing," she says. "Deal," I say, crossing my arms. "Unless we’re in public and we need to make it look real. A hand hold, an arm around the shoulder. Standard boyfriend protocol. Nothing more.” She narrows her eyes, before nodding slowly. “Fine. Rule number two, you don't call me Shortie in front of people.”

“Sleep. Tomorrow, Daria will show you the estate boundaries. Cross them, and I’ll assume you’re trying to escape.” “Rule four?” His lips twitched. “Rule four is: Don’t touch my things. That includes my books, my office, and my men.” He dropped his hand and left without another word. I touched the spot under my eye. My skin burned where he’d touched me. 364 days left. Rule one: Don’t fall in love with me. Rule two: Don’t lie. Rule three: No privacy. Rule four: Don’t touch his things. He’d given me four rules in one night. How many would he have by day 365?

I snake my hands around his waist as I pull him closer to my body, making sure his butt sits on my twitching and hungry cock. We couldn’t get to have sex last night because he suddenly fell asleep while we were kissing. I would love to do it. Jaylene’s face flushed as he felt the hungry thing beneath his ass but he did not speak on it. “They can come over but you can’t forget the rules I would have laid down for you and you can’t cross them.” “Rules…?” He bit on my bottom lip sadly, “Last night… you promised we could be normal.” “You weren’t just drunk talking?” I raised an eyebrow at him