Best Hook Up Stories Novels & Stories

Her lips are as dry as can be. “But he can’t,” I add softly. She doesn’t move. So I try something else. “You wanna hear a stupid story?” She shrugs. “Back in Atlanta, I once got caught sleeping with a councilwoman’s daughter. Not caught in bed, thank God, but caught enough. She left her bra in my gym bag. Security found it while checking for weapons at the club entrance.” Dorothy blinks. I continue. “She had a thing for public sex. I had a thing for not saying no to anything with boobs and a membership card. It was a disaster waiting to happen.”

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

They were funny and charming, and both had this easy confidence that made my pulse quicken every time one of them looked at me a little too long. After the second glass of scotch, the tension in the air suddenly became impossible to ignore. Alex leaned back, his blue eyes locked on mine. “Are you all alone out here?” I wanted to say no, that I was waiting for my boyfriend who could come along at any moment, but there was something about them that promised a wild adventure. So I nodded, biting my lip. “Needed some time to myself after a horrible breakup… Guess the universe had other plans tonight.” Ryan dropped his glass and shifted closer on the couch. “Breakups suck. But sometimes... the be

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

We emerged clean but marked—hickeys on my neck, light bruises on my hips from Jake’s grip, a pleasant soreness between my legs that reminded me of everything we had done. Breakfast was surprisingly normal on the surface; coffee, pancakes, laughter—but the looks we exchanged were anything but. Every glance carried the memory of tongues, cocks, and shared orgasms. This was only the beginning. I had never felt more alive. 😊

Normally I'd never wander the house half-naked, but tonight the screen was my secret lover. Still throbbing, I switched rooms and found her: Jessica. She lived in the next town over, worked at a small independent bookstore with a discreet adult section in the back. Unlike the others, she didn't push for a hookup. She just... talked. We shared about my fading marriage, how Michael's touch had once made me melt but now felt absent. She confessed her own first time: a woman she'd met online, then in a dimly lit bar, chemistry igniting until they fled to a motel and lost themselves in slow, exploratory lovemaking.

But, we're colleagues; we have a mission to complete--for the good of society. This is so fucked. Present Time This is their night. I wonder if they got in a fight or something. I shouldn't be here. I need to find my bra. It's not on the floor with the rest of my stuff. Please don't be underneath him, please don't be... I think he's on top of it. I've only ever done this "hook up" thing about twice--this is the second time. I had a steady boyfriend for a while, but that's been long over. I'm not fully sure how to proceed.

I met his gaze and looked away immediately. “Of course I remember every guy my best friend hooks up with.” “It’s not a hookup if there’s no sex involved.” “It is a hookup, because you end up kissing them.” “Jake. I’ve only kissed three boys. Three boys.” I licked my ice cream. “You know I don't kiss and tell. I would’ve told you their names by now.” “Peter in sixth grade, Joe in eighth grade, and Dean in Sophomore year,” Jake deadpanned. “I’m your best friend. You tell me everything.”

Since then, Ruby only does meaningless hookups saying that commitment and relationships are a waste of time. “Like a guy you might actually be interested in?” I asked, raising my brows at her. She blushed. “I think so,” she breathed. “It’s weird because he kind of snuck up on me. I didn’t expect to like him this much. But I met him at the club last week. I went with a couple of girls, and typically I wouldn’t have hooked up with a guy from the club, but he looked so innocent and sweet.” She paused to chuckle. I raised my brows even further while listening to her story. This was a typical Ruby story, and I shook my head at her, but I let her continue without interruption.

Finally, I said, "It wasn't anything to write home about." "Oh, so he's another Craig," she smiled knowingly. Goddess, why did I tell my sisters about my sex life? Craig was one of my college hookups, and Goddess, he was bad! Like, really, really bad. Like lasts five seconds and asks if I enjoyed it bad. "That's too bad. He's really good-looking."