Romans & histoires Crossing The Lines ( Sleeping With My Best Friends)

My husband, Gunther Lane, was strict about his boundaries. I was not allowed to touch him without asking first. The last time I went to a party with his friends, I instinctively took his arm because I felt dizzy after drinking a little. "Let go." Gunther shook me off as though I had electrocuted him, then took a large step back in front of everyone. "I told you not to touch me without permission. Can't you show a little dignity?" I stood frozen with embarrassment while his friends looked at me, clearly amused. In the end, I fled home alone. But last week at the mall, I had seen him walking with Chloe Davies, the new intern. Because she was not used to wearing heels, she twisted her a

Breaking the kiss abruptly, I scurried out of the bed, panting heavily as my body tried to get air into my lungs and my mind tried to cope up with what just happened and failed miserably… Somehow…somewhere…we had just crossed a line…and nothing was ever going to be the same, ever again. Panic started to set in as my breathing got heavier. I looked around the room helplessly, trying to find something…anything…but I didn’t even understand what I was looking for. Fuck! Fuck! I needed to get out…I needed to get out of here right now! I couldn’t do this! I couldn’t stay here and look at his face! “Kai…” Night’s voice was breathless, his eyes glazed over as he looked up at me. But I knew that I ha

We already had the rule carved into the wall between us. Best friends who fucked. Nothing more. No sleepovers that turned into mornings. No soft words after. Just this raw, secret, and supposed to stay clean. Stecy was on her knees in the middle of my living room floor, naked except for the thin black collar she’d bought herself last month and never explained. The leather sat flush against her throat, a quiet dare. My cock was already in her mouth, thick and wet from the way she’d been working me for the last ten minutes, slow and filthy, like she was trying to memorize the exact weight of me on her tongue.

"No, I don't know anything about this! Nicholas sent me this address!" "How dare you make excuses?! Madison, I'll publish the remaining videos online exactly as they are. This time, I won't give you a chance to find someone to replace you. I want everyone to know you've slept with many men in order to get the Best Actress title! You still want to marry Nicholas? He probably won't even want a slut like you after this!" Greg said and turned around to leave, but a video suddenly appeared on the television screen. The image was blurry, seemingly from surveillance footage from ten or twenty years ago, but two little girls could be vaguely seen hiding in a warehouse.

My best friend, Jared Wheeler, gives me a ride home one day. Just before I get off, he fishes out a pair of torn pantyhose from between the seats and tosses them to me. Before I even process the situation, he says with obvious distaste, "Zoey left that in my car. You really should pay more attention. With how wild your wife gets, she might cheat on you without you realizing it." I ball up the pantyhose and toss them into the little trash can Jared keeps in his car. "Zoey never wears this kind of pantyhose." Jared eyes me for a moment before snorting. "Only you could be this oblivious." Feeling a little helpless, I chuckle and say nothing. My wife, Zoey Hansen, Jared, and I have known ea

“Then stop acting like it does.” “I’m not acting.” “Then what are you doing?” Another step closer. This time… Noticeable. “Being honest.” My heart picked up slightly. Annoying. Unwelcome. Uncontrollable. “You’re crossing a line,” I said. “Which one?” “All of them.” “You’re the one who drew them.” “Yes.” “And you’re the one who keeps stepping over them.” Silence. Because that… hit. Harder than I expected. “I’m not the only one,” he added.

Using her wooden pencil, she wrote four clean, simple lines in the dim moonlight: May 24: South terrace arbor frame locked. Locust pins flush with the oak. Lilacs blooming down the slope. Home: Absolute, unbreakable love. Gia closed the notebook, set it down, and pressed her face against Leo’s warm chest, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep as the quiet night settled over Rhinebeck.

she advise her. "No please lemme talk,I will tell you all everything, please don't just send me back to him" she begged. "Then let the cat out of the bag!" Aunty Hauwa muttered in an annoyed tone. Flask black Tracy came out from the club feeling so tired to even walk. Normally, her friends do give her ride but she had to leave early coz she had test the following day,she wave at her friends and left the club.

And every time I caught her staring from the top of whatever book was in her hands at the time. I pulled up off of her and tossed the shirt aside, standing at the front of the bed as I slowly began to unbuckle the belt from my slacks, my eyes holding hers. “Beg for this cock, Ally.” As her high subsided, her defiance came to replace the euphoria. Her eyes sharpened and she struggled to clamp her thighs shut. Those would be easy to push apart again, so I was going to let her think she could resist me. “I’m not begging for anything. Especially not from you.”

#JUST_BEST_FRIENDS Author: Sam Freddy CHAPTER 8: HEARTBREAK ON A FULL MOON. — — — At nine o'clock on the dot, Candice stumbled into her dormitory with her high-heeled shoes in her hands. She also held several fancy plastic bags in the crooks of her long arms as she plopped down on a lower bunk, due to exhaustion. All of Candice's roommates started hailing her like their lives depended on it, all because of the tantalizing goodies which she brought back home.