Arya Intimacy Novels & Stories

to bring more clothes, unlike Dave, Ariya is very different from him, she is very stubborn and unruly but she doesn't joke with what she has authority over and she makes sure to demonstrate how powerful she is if the need arises, but one good thing about Ariya is the fact she doesn't use her powers to manipulate people into doing her biddings or using them to invoke evil. But due to how blunt and authoritative she can be, people literarily dislikes her, so they do everything possible to stay out of her way, and she on the other hand enjoys the fact that people fears, at least that way, they won't be able to gossip about her failure to locate her mate when she turned eighteen, not that they

"Well, then please stay away from me. Just look at your state now. It makes me question the sincerity of your words." "Don't doubt it." Spencer's voice was cold. "Sex and love are completely separate for men. Being with you doesn't mean I have any affection for you. It's just an outlet for my physical desires. Nothing more." Ariana closed her eyes, her lashes fluttering. She took a deep breath and finally said, "Get off." Spencer immediately got up and strode toward the bathroom. Ariana pulled the covers around her and curled up into a tight ball.

She tried to eat a scallop, but her hand shook so badly she set the fork down. “Tell me more about yourself, Ariana,” I said softly, adding a third finger. She was stretched around me, dripping down my palm. “What do you want out of life? What makes you… come alive?” Her breath came out in a shaky exhale. “I want stability. Loyalty. Someone who… who sees me.” I curled my fingers again, pressing hard against her G-spot while my thumb flicked her clit rapidly. “And what if someone sees you better than anyone else ever has? What if they know exactly how to touch you, how to make you lose control even in the most inappropriate places?”

"No, Nathaniel. My greatest folly is sticking with a man like you for this long." Nathaniel's face changed, but his expression remained cold. It was as if Ariana's words hadn't disturbed his massive ego. "I'm only offering the best solution, Ariana. You want my recognition, don't you? Plastic surgery can change your life. It can make you accepted. It can make you... desirable but all of that comes with conditions that you must fulfill!" Ariana gritted her teeth. "I'm tired Nathaniel, you never claimed me as your wife is because I'm not pretty enough!"

I walk after the new girl, and once she tries to close the bathroom door, I stop it with my foot. I have a feeling I’ve seen her before, and I just can’t pinpoint where. I take a couple of steps in, and I lock the door behind me. I also lock my mind to my brother, and I don’t need his condescending ass telling me to stop. She smells way too good, my teeth ache, and my throat is burning. This was the first time I’ve ever felt like this. She looks me up and down, and I clear my throat, letting out my name. She tells me that her name is Arya. Arya is such an unusual name. I like it, unusual like her. She asks me to leave, and I tell her I won’t; instead, I take one step closer to her, and I can

It was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on, and it only took him 50 years to see it. Arianna squirmed underneath Pierce. She was nervous because she didn’t know what he thought and also because this was the first time a non-professional had this close of a look at her vagina. Jesse offered to go down on her quite a few times, but she turned him down each time. Arianna felt that was too intimate of an act for best friends, especially if she didn’t see herself having a relationship with him. Out of nowhere, Arianna felt it. She felt Pierce’s warm tongue swirl around her clit, and she instantly tried to clamp her legs closed from the sudden and unexpected sensation.

Something about the warmth and darkness in the room invites this feeling of intimacy and quiet. She smiles and lifts her arms so that I can remove her t-shirt. I smile at her and pull it over her head. I then unbutton her jean shorts and push them off of her hips all the way down to the floor. My hands trail up her legs and inner thighs as I move back up. Arya shivers at my touch and, again, I feel my cock harden in anticipation.

Aryan did not hear the open the door, maybe because he was totally immersed in his imagination, he was really trying to achieve orgasm and he has noticed in other to do that he needs to imagine the women he was fucking and kissing were Odessa, in the last few weeks he has had to fuck other women he has realized that was the only way he could get excited enough to orgasm, Dave knows this and made sure to find at least a woman who shares some physical qualities Odessa has, the closer the better. He always imagines her in his mind, her expression, the way she moans involuntarily, her physique, he needs to be in constant concentration so he could achieve his fantasy but now looking forward towar

Ariana was prideful and stubborn, but in front of me, she seemed just like any other girl, reveling in the pleasures of sex. I made that happen! Thinking of that, my thrusts became even fiercer, and I started to ignore the occasional cries that Ariana would bring out. I pulled two of her hands towards myself, and used it to make my thrusts sink even deeper. "Mm... Cross... give it... to me..." "I love you... Cross... make me yours..." I scoffed. I would have said words to discourage her from speaking further. To remember her dignity and hold back. But no.

“Firstly, Hana herself doesn’t look like she knows a thing about sex, so I wouldn’t trust a word that comes out of her mouth. Secondly, what crap has she been feeding you? You’re picking up all her bad habits.” “Look, I have no parental figure in this, okay? Hana’s the only one in a relationship. Plus, it’s not my fault she’s kinky.” “There’s no way I’m imagining our wedding night based off someone else’s kinks—especially hers.” Ariana regrets her lack of a brain-to-mouth filter as soon as she blurts, “So you’d rather imagine our sex life in the first place?” She watches, frightened, as Williams’s darkened eyes glimmer in the shadows. “Not rather, per se, when I already do. All the time.”