13 Reasons Why Sex Mga Nobela at Kwento

It did necessitate a question. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I whispered. My aroused cock brushed along her thigh. The question was a courtesy. The answer was always the same because girls want to have sex. They also want to believe they have a say in the process from beginning to end. I say 'believe' because sex done right is passion and passion is the rejection of reason. At some point in the seduction, intercourse becomes an avalanche. Logic can scream all it wants; the hormones are not listening.

I didn’t even want to look at her —but I wanted to see something else. “Do you come here often to Watch..Do you enjoy it” I don't know why ..but the thought of him watching another woman naked …I could put a bullet through her head. I felt him again My clit throbbed just thinking about his fingers on me. About how he might look at me if I let him see what he did to me. “Do you know why people have sex?” he asked. I blinked. My voice came small. “Because they’re in love.”

I cried as hard as I could to suppress the libido from my rising body. "It's okay. Just do it, let's enjoy it." I looked down annoyed, clenched my hands beside my body, my tears just flowed without pause. I am very tired from withstanding the high stimulation that continues to demand me. "Relax, dear. Don't hold back, it will be very painful for you." I couldn't resist the demands of the stimulation. I kissed his lips brutally.

Jimmy had scratched his dirty blonde head, feeling awkward when his mom had gently shaken her golden locks in understanding disapproval. "You are correct, pumpkin. The point of sex is to make babies... aaaand to feel good, but the two of those things go hand in hand! One cannot be separate from the other. Sex feels good because God made it that way so that we could multiply, and we are happy to multiply because it feels good to have a large family filled with loved ones. And, yes, it does... ahem..." Chelsea had coughed to cover up her embarrassment before continuing on. "... it does feel particularly good when you are making that large family." Even though she had been prepared for the conv

“And I’ll get you pregnant.” “For a start, as you pointed out, there’s only a thirty percent chance.” “Okay, but one in three is pretty good odds.” “That may be, but it’s not going to happen.” “Why?” “Because Reasons, Hux. I described them all last night in great detail.” “I remember.” “This is about sex,” I say impatiently. “Because I said it’s overrated, and you feel this ridiculous testosterone-fueled desire to put me to rights.” “Not at all. Okay, a little bit. Can you blame me?”

"If i didn't I wouldn't have asked." "Sex is the one thing that makes a couple closer and feel as if they can be one with each other, to make a baby together, using protection takes away the whole purpose of making love and right now I have not found the person I'm ready to make a baby with or give my whole body to. I want someone who can make me orgasm multiple times to where the next day I can barely walk," I stated, and Alek bit his lower lip. "What? just cause I'm eighteen doesn't mean I don't know what I want." Alek seems taken aback by my confession. “Damn, well you just made me hard from you talking about it.”

They lead me to the living room and sit down on the couch, with me on Nick's lap and my feet in Antonio's. I had already sent a text to Amanda, promising to meet her for dinner at a nearby restaurant so I could fill her in on everything. "So, what did you need to talk to us about, Darling?" I take a deep breath. "I think we need to take a break from sex." They stare at me, looking confused as ever. I open my mouth and explain to them my reasoning. "I have two reasons for this. The first, is that the doctor said I need to limit my sexual relations. Meaning, definitely no rough sex. Nothing even close to the kind of sex that we have."

I gasped, “Amor! What are you talking about?” “Why? What’s wrong with sex? It’s as normal as breathing. Having a child and bringing a new life to this world is such a divine thing. How can the process be dirty or taboo or shameful? Come on now, amoris…” “Fine. It’s not that I am ashamed of it or something, it’s just that we don’t talk about it more often, especially in front of kids,” I shrugged.

It’s just way too easy to fall into old habits and allow myself to indulge in her body. “You look good” - she says “Thanks, you too” - I tell her focusing on the tv again. Rita places one hand on my leg and I move it away. “Why are you pushing me away?” - she asks “Rita, sex is not gonna fix everything, on the contrary. It will only complicate things” - I tell her. Rita stands up and opens my legs positioning herself between them and she kneels in front of me “Just one more time babe, as a goodbye” - she tells me