Best Hook Up Stories Novels & Stories

Every time he bottomed out, I felt the vibration in my very bones, a deep, bruising intimacy that Manuel’s illness had stolen from us years ago. "How long have you been craving a man who doesn't care about your feelings, Blaire?" he asked, his hands moving to my hair, wrapping a handful of my dark curls around his fist and tugging my head back. "How many nights did you lie awake wanting to be taken like this?" "Every single night," I confessed, the words torn from me as his thumb found the sensitive bundle of nerves at my core, grinding against me in time with his brutal thrusts.

I occasionally drink whenever we have a group party, but it's always just beer. “Because some men will spike it. They might drug you so they can take you with them and you get the picture, El.”Rhea replied seriously and a shiver ran down my spine. Not even ten minutes later and some men approached our table, asking for our names and numbers. They blatantly showed interest and asked if they could join us which we declined. “What's with men not understanding that we just want to have fun by ourselves? Do we have to write 'not looking for a hookup' on our foreheads?”Nadine grumbled under her breath when she turned away another man.

“Babe, grab the Viagra, I got a date! Mary’s sugar daddy has a friend that he wants to meet you tonight. Girlfriend is getting something hot tonight!” Corvina tried to hide her screen from her coworker because she knew the rest of the message was not safe for work. She blushed as she read it; she couldn’t believe she was having something tonight. Everything was happening so fast she hadn’t really had time to decide if being a sugar baby was part of what she wanted. "Before she could even think about backing out, her message sounded again." “Hey babe, he is only staying for the night and he is staying at the Four Seasons. Mary said he can meet you at the bar if you are okay with it. Are you s

"See that? Hmph!" Then she grabbed my hand and ran off, leaving the guy standing there questioning his entire existence. After we'd put some distance between us, she told me what happened. She hadn't had a hookup in six months. On the app, she'd come across a guy who went by "DualBaseGod." She thought he might be a little bigger than average, so she agreed to meet him in the grove, ready for a good time. But when she showed up, she found a monster. Not only was he impossibly large, but he had two of those impossibly large things.

Today we all celebrated that i was awake and thankfully alive. Author’s Note Hey Guys, We have about 2 more chapters to go before the ending of ‘hooked up’ Thank you for reading

“Life’s too short for pretending. You seem like you need a little fun without the strings. Just us, figuring out how this night ends.” We kept going, the back-and-forth turning intimate with every shared laugh. Brianna told me about a disastrous hookup that ended with her accidentally texting the girl’s ex instead of her, and I countered with a tipsy version of my Cameron mess. “This guy I was seeing? Moaned another woman’s name mid-thrust, then tried to spin it into an open relationship. We’re fuck mates now, apparently. Not exactly a fairy tale.”

“My late mother used to call me Rosie. I… prefer Rosie.” He watched me quietly, like he didn’t fully buy it, but he nodded slowly. “Rosie, then.” The way he said it with a calm, deliberate tone sent a small chill down my spine. I cleared my throat and picked up the menu, pretending to study it. “So,” I said after a moment, “before we start pretending this is something serious, you should know… I’m not exactly the settling-down type.” He arched his brow but said nothing. “I do hookups,” I continued, keeping my tone casual. “That night at the hotel? I was supposed to meet someone else. I went into the wrong room. You were literally a mistake.”

Still clinging to the illusion that life was black and white, that desire could be filed away like paper in a drawer. Back in New Orleans, I was the girl people barely noticed. A bookworm with oversized glasses, more familiar with fictional romances than real ones. I hadn’t even kissed anyone properly, let alone... anything more. I thought sex was messy, uncomfortable, something to avoid. The thought of giving myself to someone... I mean, letting a guy inside me used to make my stomach twist, but not in a good way. And then I met Damian Holt. He was magnetic. Impossible to look away from. Tall, devastatingly handsome, with dark blue eyes that could burn straight through your soul. One glance

) That mental image would be a problem if, for example, Jorge and I ever had an intense academic debate. Later, while we were eating a light meal of excellent Italian take-out, I asked Isabel about the rimming ambush in the shower. She mentioned a set of "Hooker" books from the ancient collection she read, paperbacks published before we were born. One of them had this 40-plus year old Hooker person who was just drawn to the ass of one particular twenty-something guy on a beach in Greece. She asked. He said yes. (Most guys will.) She got on her knees behind the guy and did the deed while her wealthy "silver-fox" boyfriend, who paid her bills, got very disgusted watching out for the authoritie

Bryan murmured, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm,"I bump into some pretty people in the bar, you can't judge me." "We ain't God so we really ain't anyone to judge," Easton slurred,"But I have smashed like twenty-seven girls. I really got into those habits huh." "Mine is zero, you all should bow to me," Camille muttered,"I am the holiest of you all." "I have had like one casual hookup," Cameron said, hanging his head low in what appeared to be shame,"And it was way back when I was in my teens." "How is that even possible," Bryan murmured,"Because if I had ever just collided into you, I would have totally stopped at nothing to bed you."