Dandy Dw Novels & Stories

One of them was bald. He was obviously their boss, as everyone was polite to him. Redhead said, “Do you know Boss D? His name is Dwine. The entire area in West Creek is Boss D’s territory. You’re lucky that he took a liking to you. Give me your phone number and accompany him for drinks. I promise to give you thirty to fifty thousand dollars. What do you think? Should we go now?” Emma was really annoyed. She could not avoid unpleasant encounters. even when she went out to eat.

Kimmie dabs the napkin to her mouth, "Penis is like flowers. They bloom then they disappoint you. Two minutes then the end." I laugh at her stupid idiom. But agree to how right she is because I've had a few daddies who last less than five minutes. Disappointing, but I was okay with finishing myself since that's not their obligation. Money is the only thing they have to provide. The waiter delivers our entree a few minutes later that now I know why annoying Daniel was being annoying. He looked so nervous when Owen opened the door, it's like disturbing Owen was the last thing he wanted to do at the moment but he had to. Most probably because the next course is the main course. This meat is sup

I’m forty-two years old, married for fourteen years, and I just made up some bullshit excuse about a flickering light just to get close to the twenty-five-year-old bombshell next door. My name is Dax. I own a small construction company, so my body stays strong—broad shoulders, calloused hands, the kind of build that comes from years of real physical work. Salt-and-pepper hair, deep voice. From the outside, I look like the guy who has it all together. But inside? I’ve been starving for months.

Holloway made a sound like a dying bird. Adrian's mouth twitched, almost a smile, then he pushed off the doorframe and walked away. "Again," Mrs. Holloway said. I walked to the other end of the room and back. --- After the lessons, Dmitri found me in the library. "Mr. Volkov wants you in his study," he said. "Now." I went. The study door was open, Adrian was sitting behind the desk and there was a black dress laid out on the couch. It was long, simple, and looked expensive.

“What exactly is this girls’ night?” “Club.” “Cami.” “What?” “I’m exhausted.” “You’re young.” “So are you.” “Exactly. Which means we should be out dancing instead of acting like we’re forty.” Ariana snorted. “You realize your father is literally forty.” “Forty-one,” Cami corrected. “And he’s basically a robot.” Ariana’s stomach flipped. “Why do you say that?” “He works too much. He doesn’t date. He doesn’t have fun.”

“Come on, man. Own it.” Harper’s eyebrows lift. “You’re lying? Were you secretly a spy, Daddy?” I groan and rub my hand over my face. “You’re an asshole, Nathan,” I mutter. Nathan just grins and shrugs. “Let’s just say his job involved women throwing money at him.” Harper’s eyes widen as she turns back to me. “You were a dancer?” “More like a stripper, baby girl,” Nathan answers for me, still grinning like a damn fool.

Whiskey daddy vs candy daddy. He hoists her with an arm around her waist, then unzips his pants with expert moves and pulls it down along with his boxer. He grabs his cock with one hand. “Are you ready, bella?” He asks and grinds the head of his cock on Candace’s soaked folds. “Whoa?!” Candace pushes his shoulders. “Condom!” He huffs with annoyance. “Do we have to?” He asks and pushes his cock between her folds more. Candace jumps on his lap with shock. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

I had to make sure our legal put on extra details for his contract. "Adriana, whenever you're ready?" He made me snapped into reality. Fucking hell. "Sorry, Mr. Davis. Please have a seat, I just thought Drew had sent us his oldest client. But you don't look that old." I was stalling, when in reality I had known everything there was to know about him. Like the fact that he's forty-two years old and loves fitness. And if I went through his portfolio, he had a really nice junk that supports him, throughout his underwear modeling career.

one of them had told me earlier when I asked if she had fun pole dancing. I had never thought about making money from this since I started doing it. Maybe that was one of the reasons Jhuy Clifford keeps coming back. He thinks he hit a jackpot - a mask girl that doesn't want his papers. I slept till they were back in the morning, all tired and oozing of alcohol, sweat and men's perfume. It was another day, and everyone had gone out for what they had for the day while I remained indoors watching a cartoon over coke and chips.

I have a thing for baseball players, and at a party this past semester I was talking to a guy on the baseball team called “Dylan”. Dylan and I had talked before so he knew that I was gay. He has a girlfriend as well. Dylan is about 6 foot 3, lanky with a well defined six-pack and of course a fantastic ass and great abs. He has brown eyes and curly brown hair. I’d crushed on him so hard and thought about him while jerking off but figured he was straight.