Novel & Cerita Best Hook Up Stories

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

“Long story.* I said in a high pitched awkward voice. “I love long stories.” “Well, he cheated on me last winter.” I began. “I broke up with him and then met this super hot guy that I have been obsessed with, but somehow I couldn't be with him because of family drama. Anyway I got back with the other guy who cheated on me, and also happens to be the current one's best friend. So, the new guy and I are…in love, and trying to make it official but I'm still with the guy that cheated on me. I guess what I'm trying to see is that who do I break up with him without making things messy between the two friends.” I said out of breath.

Not that he’s a chick magnet, but I’m always happy to add some numbers to my phone. The problem is that even if I get these numbers, I can’t bring them home because he will fuck it up. He has fucked up every hookup since I got him. Well, every hookup that I brought home or around him. I was happy to get Missy and Sheila’s numbers and that there might be a way to parlay myself into a threesome. But I was already thinking about excuses why they couldn’t come to my place to fuck, and we needed to go to one of theirs. Pardon my ego, but I was smiling when my phone buzzed in my pocket, and I found that they’d texted me and were in a group chat. Now, this is very promising.

"What does she look like?" "Later honey. I have to go now before some other guy moves in on her." I hung up the phone and went back to shooting pool with my buddies. I expected Maureen to be in bed asleep when I got home, but no such luck. She was waiting for me and wanted to know all the details so I had to make up a story as I went along. I told Maureen that a hot looking redhead and I had made eye contact and the redhead looked interested so I bought her a drink. One thing had led to another and we had gone to a motel and made love several times. I told Maureen that the redhead had sucked my cock and then we had sixty-nined and then we had made love - three times. Maureen grabbed my hand

Layla didn't even notice. "Anyway," she said, scrolling on her phone now, "He was never even that good in bed, so I don't know why I cared—" I clenched around his fingers as they dipped inside me, curling just right. He pressed his thumb against my clit and rolled it. "—but now he's begging to take me back," Layla finished, sipping her juice. "That's... crazy," I managed to say. Mr. Carson's lips brushed the rim of his mug, and when he looked at me, he smirked. The kind of smirk that said you'll be dripping down your thighs before breakfast is done.

She became uncomfortable and then she went on: “Look sweetie, you know I wasn’t a virgin when I met you and before I met you I did some pretty wild and crazy things. One time I was in my boyfriend’s apartment and we were getting it on in the living room on the couch when his two roommates came home a couple of hours earlier than expected and walked in on us. I tried to get up but Don held me down and kept screwing me. His roommates didn’t leave, they sat down and watched. It didn’t take me long to get into it because them sitting there watching was a fabulous turn on. It was such a turn on that we did it a couple of more times over the next couple of weeks.”

"We kinda figured. Eunice doesn't even date. How are you supposed to get fucked without a boyfriend?" They laughed quietly; I sank lower, face on fire. Perfect. Not only was I the girl drowning in an oversized shirt, I was apparently the only one who hadn't been railed yet. Across the pool, Denver surfaced, shaking water from his hair, completely unaware he'd just starred in our dirty little conversation. Then the stories started, hookups, awkward first times, guys who ghosted after coming. My cousins swapped details like it was nothing, giggling, while I floated there feeling like a kid eavesdropping on grown-up secrets.

I whip the shower curtain back into place and resume washing my hair. "Tell me about your night.," I say, not quite ready to share the details of mine. "Hot guy. Hot sex. Hangover in the morning. Same old, same old. Now talk." I scrub the soap into my hair and sigh. "Well I don't know what to say. Hot guy, hot sex I guess." "Ha!" Kate snorts. "No, that's not just hot guy, hot sex, Kristine! That was your first hook up. Your lame ass was about ready to settle for the same dick forever—physically and metaphorically—and now you've experienced your first one night stand."

“Anna, where have you been? I texted you yesterday.” I said, “I need to see you. Can you come over?” She said, “On my way.” Lisa got there in twenty minutes, and she walked in and hugged me. “You look rough. What happened?” I sat on the couch, and she sat next to me. I said, “Remember the rich guy, the one night thing?” She said, “Yeah, the BDSM billionaire you got money from.” I said, “It happened more than one night, He paid double.”

“I want you here until closing time tonight. Naked. Ready. Mine.” I smiled against his chest, completely addicted. “Yes… I’m yours.” But as we lay there, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. It was my boyfriend. **Boyfriend: Babe, you never came home last night. Where are you?** Damien read the message, his hand sliding between my legs again. “Answer him,” he whispered, pushing two fingers inside me. “While I get you ready for the next round on the rooftop terrace.” I moaned softly, spreading my legs wider as I reached for the phone, knowing this one-night stand had become something far more dangerous and addictive.