Arya Intimacy Novels & Stories

Arini's hands were clenched tightly. Her steps accelerated to reach Reyhan as soon as possible. Even though she was lazy to meet him, anger was still ignited in Arini's heart. Who wouldn't be angry to see their boyfriend kissing and making out with someone else when they were supposed to be intimate with each other?

“You didn’t like the play today?” Arya was silent for a moment, she needed to think. “I didn’t like the fact you made me wait that long, but I really liked the sex we had after that. It felt amazing and a bit different. More intense.” She admitted. “Good, always be honest with me. I like playing here with you. I like forcing you a bit and showing you some new stuff but I want you to enjoy it. I need your excitement and agreement to fully savor each play.”

She needed Ayden not only as her partner but also as her man. She had spent her life without having sex; it wasn't a priority while she was studying. Then she met him, and practically had a child with him through artificial insemination. After he left, she didn't have any relationships with anyone else. She was already in love with him. She went on a few dates, but nothing sparked that heat in her core. It had always been Ayden. And it turned out that being intimate with him was impossible up until now. Arya got lost in Ayden's arms. He lifted her off the floor, and the doctor wrapped her legs around her beloved's waist as he carried her to the corner sofa in his bedroom.

"Are you trying to break out of your shell, Nara?" Airrin asked nonchalantly. She stared at the woman through the large mirror in front of her. "I thought you were seeking sympathy from people with the story your husband told about you and your stepsister willingly accepting polygamy. If I didn't know who you were, I might have felt sorry for you. Unfortunately, I know you well enough, so that feeling never crossed my mind." Ariana flicked her wet hand, deliberately splashing the woman's dress before placing her hand under the dryer.

“That is probably why it has not opened yet.” Caleb groaned softly. “You have got to be kidding me.” Ryan released her wrist slowly. He was not comfortable, but he understood. “This is not about control,” he said. “It is about letting go.” Aria turned back to the symbol. Her hand hovered over it again. This time, Ryan did not stop her, but he did not step back either. “I am right here,” he said. She glanced at him once. Then, she pressed her palm against the mark.

Arya Mit is going to perform a special number as one of the highlights in tonight’s event. She had a gorgeous face hidden in a heavy coquet make-up, a beautiful and enticing body, also her skin is clear and fair. The most prominent feature she had is her long natural wavy hair. She had been working in the night club for almost 5 years. She is an orphan; thus, she had a vast dream of being able to live a life of happiness and contentment. Ever since she came to the age of legality, she found jobs that will support her studies. Studying is her first step in achieving success. Now, she is almost finished with her college degree and she is ready to leave this night club. “Arya, are you ready?” a

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

“What's your charm?” I arched my brows in curiosity and eyed her. “Are you interested in him?” After all, some cousins do fall in love and marry each other. Perhaps the Power Axis Pack is a practitioner of those acts. Arya scoffed at me and feigned a shiver. “I don't want to lose my life.” She retorted with fear in her voice, only to grin sheepishly again. “You told me we're not friends, but we're talking so easily.” She remarked cheekily, and that made me arch my brows.

Brian reached under my wife and lifted her ass off the bed. He placed her legs on his shoulders. Only her neck and head stayed on the mattress. Her boobs slipped to her sides. He reached down with his hand and dragged his thumb over Ariana's asshole. If Ariana didn't like nipple play and she wasn't into oral, you can only imagine how little butt stuff appealed to her. It wasn't that she didn't like it; the idea didn't even occur. To her, anal sex was like elbow sex or ear sex, or a hundred other weird things people made up for comedy that couldn't possibly be real.

Aria Winter is my fetish. I leave her leaning against the rail while I go for paper and when I return she has her finger on her lips licking what she surely picked up from her crotch. Seriously, there's nothing sexier than Aria when she's in bitch mode. Because she does it looking at me, she's the viper. I go to his mouth. The taste of the two mixes on our tongues. We're already at that level of shamelessly sharing fluids. Just in one night, a couple of fucks for now.