18 And Hot Novelas e Histórias

A foreign feeling that I've never felt in between my legs. Is this what people call horniness? There is no way I’ll tell my best friend that. T-that I was having the hots for L-Luca. “Nina?” Oh, I’ve been silent for too long as I was too absorbed with my thoughts that I had forgotten about Gene on the other line. But the heat in my body is excruciating. I need to calm down. I need to concentrate in our conversation. "A-are you okay?" “N-never better! I’m just remembering what we talked about before.” I gulp as I tighten my grip on the phone. “You see it’s strange that an eighteen year old doesn’t have any of these l-like everyone else, right?”

“Fifteen… Sixteen…” My voice cracked on seventeen. The heat on my ass was intense, but the ache between my legs was worse. Every smack made my clit throb. I was dripping. The fantasy played in my head — his hand sliding higher, discovering how wet I was. I pushed the thought away, but it kept coming back. “Eighteen.” “Nineteen.” The last one was the hardest. I cried out, my whole body tensing. “Twenty!”

💦Shared Ride, Shared Heat💦 “Fuck, it’s hot tonight.” I fanned myself with my hand as I climbed into the back seat of the Uber Pool, the Miami night air thick and sticky even at 11:45 PM. My tight black mini dress clung to my curves, the hem riding high on my thighs from the movement. I had been out dancing with friends, but they’d paired off with guys at the club, leaving me to head back to my hotel alone.

"Hmmm." I place my hand on my chin and narrow my eyes at her, pretending to be deep in thought. In reality, all I'm doing is devouring her curves with my eyes, remembering how her soaked pussy felt through her panties when I had my hand between her thighs. "I'd say thirty-four?" Irina's face goes instantly beat red. Her jaw goes slack and she gasps, "What!?" "Kidding!" I reply before she loses her shit. "You're eighteen! Max nineteen."

I've only slept with one person and sex didn't even feel this good, it left me wondering what sex would feel like with August. August looked me in the eye and sniffed the air again, the colour of his eyes started changing again and he cussed. “Fuck, your heat is about to start.”

I’ve never been so daring before but it’s time. If I can’t have Liam then I’m going to have to find someone else. My stomach drops. I don’t want anyone else. He is it for me, he always has been and he always will be. But I’m ready now. I’m eighteen and I want to experience being close to a guy, feeling what sex is like. Then I have a wild thought. It’s so wild it’s crazy-nuts. But it is giving me a tingle in my stomach and I feel a warm sensation between my legs. Just thinking about it is getting me moist.

When he does, he's completely irresistible. He's still laughing, so I ask, "Is Gomez gay?" Moon laughs harder. This time, his chin lifts, and all I can think of is licking and biting the thick cords of his throat. I haven't had sex in months. So many months, it qualifies as more than a year. Moon makes me think of sex. Hot, dirty, satisfying... sex. Hot. My brain switches gears and moves to the temperature of my apartment. "You adjusted my A/C?" I demand.

I thought it was just a weird snack like dried mangoes. “Well, shit. You’ll be flying high sometime later,” Ambrose was already chuckling. “Nicole just gave me one earlier. I’m guessing Marlon gave her some. Oh my fucking god, am I going to…” I was about to go on full panic mode now. I know I’m in heat because of the alcohol but I’m starting feel like I’m being heated inside a microwave oven. “Calm your shit down, August.” Ambrose uttered and he grabbed my hand. “You said you just had one, right?”

Naked and shivering slightly in the cool draft of the room, I crept across the floor like a ghost on a mission. When I reached the chair, I pulled his phone from the pocket. The screen lit up instantly under my thumb, demanding a passcode. I didn’t even hesitate. I typed in my own birthday, the numbers locked deep in the vault of my obsession. Click. The lock screen vanished. There she was. A string of demanding, flirty texts capped off by a final message sent three minutes ago: Door's unlocked, babe. See you in a minute.

“she’s right. Smexy billionaire gorgeousness will be almost impossible to compete with.” “You’re young and you’re hot-“ Sana started. “I’m thirty two.” I cut in. She glared at me over the top of her glass. “as I said, you’re hot and going. You can date anybody from age twenty two to forty five.” “Twenty two?” I made a face. “I’ve had sex with a twenty three year old. Honestly, it made the list of the top ten hottest sexual experiences I’ve ever had.” Charlie said. “he was unstoppable I tell you. Almost ruined me for other men. Almost.”