Drunken Relationship Gl Novels & Stories

"And I think it's the best type of love. In books they call it, the friends-to-lovers trope. It's actually my favourite trope." "You read books?" "Who doesn't read books?" He quirks an eyebrow. "Lemme be your man and I'll show you that romantic books type of love." "Are you drunk?" "A little." He giggles. "Been smoking the whole night though. Guess I'm more stoned than drunk. That whole nursing thing fùcked with my mood. I needed some wèed to deal with it." "Okay." I chuckle. "How about we talk about all this when you're sober. Maybe you're just being impulsive because you're not in the right head space. That's why you want to jump into a relationship with me. That's why you think you want m

“Dylan, is this girl your lover? The two of you seem to have an extremely close relationship...it doesn't seem like a close relationship at all." Dylan replied. "Miren and I are romantically involved, and our relationship is one based on romantic love." While staring at Dylan, Drake tightened his grip on his fists, clenched his teeth, and widened his eyes. Drake is struggling to keep his discomfort at bay even though his energy is gradually starting to build up. "Dylan, you shouldn't assert your relationship in such an arbitrary manner." Dylan showed respect for Drake's words by bowing as he responded to them. "Your Majesty, the bond that exists between Miren and I is truly filled with stron

However, I am not sure that will interest her. "Alicia must have told you already, what did she tell you?" I whisper. "She said you don't do relationships, you just fu…" "What didn't Alicia say about me to you?" "She didn't say how good you are in bed. Well, she has not tried you before so why don't you tell me." She looks at me with the kindest smile ever. "I didn't know you were that naughty, Bambini." "I don't know what's happening to me, Drake. I am sober, I have not even taken alcohol. You tell me, what are you doing to me? Frankly, I am not like this under normal circumstances."

- "I read the news. He goes out with the most coveted blondes in the country and then pretends to be friends, as if everyone doesn't know that he runs away from relationships" 09 ( Behold, it appears from nowhere And time is closing around it If nothing is going very well in the drinker's life With her here, it will only get worse I'll tell you what it's like, wherever you are You're totally speechless You can't speak anymore, like someone who sees you freeze The moment she enters the salon And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one too

“Do you know a real relationship at all?” I paused, looking down, and swallowed. No. I had no idea what one entails. My head jerked side to side roughly, and I sat back. “Real relationships aren’t cut and dry, and most of the time the people involved have no idea what’s happening. Me and Conor spent three weeks in limbo after I returned to Santa Monica, and it wasn’t until I agreed to do the damn tour with them that we defined ourselves as back together. Now I’m not sayin’ you and Aiden have any kinda relationship. I’m just sayin’ that you’re kind of alike. You have a past you’re ashamed of, and so does he. Both of you are forcin’ yourselves to move past the bullshit and onto somethin’ bette

He’d love clueing her in about the dueling slide of dicks, one in her tight pussy, the other in her untried ass. Damn, he had to stop thinking like this before his jeans strangled his erection. “How do you make relationships work without petty jealousy interfering?” “There’s no relationship. Just sex…any way it can be accomplished in threes.” “Oh.” She blinked, then looked away. “I should have realized…you’re not the relationship type.” “Lust works just fine for me.” Anything more had catastrophic potential. Been there, done that—and he didn’t want to think about the nightmare that had happened next.

Caelan moaned loudly, not bothered by the echoes in the room. Whether it was how thick Ryker's cock was and how he constantly rammed into his prostate making Caelan see stars, or how tight Caelan's hole was, repeatedly hugging Ryker’s cock causing him to see lights as well, no one knows why they didn't notice the flash of a camera as someone took a picture of them.

“Rowan!“ I twisted the doorknob open and stepped into the room that smelled of leather and old books. I snapped my head towards his desk and the air ripped off my throat at the sight unfolding before me. My mouth hung open in disbelief and the way my heart pounded frantically made my body trembled violently. Rowan was naked…. but he wasn't alone. He was bent over his desk and his Beta, Kieran was pounding into him from behind. I couldn't hear the bass anymore—only their moans echoed loudly in my ears. The scent of lust and arousal was thick in the air. My chest heaved. I blinked severally to be sure I was seeing correctly, and when I opened my eyes, the scene couldn't be more clearer. My hus

And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl. My hand slumped away in exhaustion….and my face? I couldn’t help the tiny grin that spread across it. That was….it was good. But here’s the thing about post nut clarity, it snaps you back to reality at once. And my reality was, I had a fiancé waiting for me at our launch table. Oh No!! The guilt hit me as I scrambled to fix my clothes properly before bolting out of the stall. Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom?

I utter, feeling so high and needy. "You know my answer, Kira," Liam whispers, the scotch in his breath turning me wild, heightening my insatiable desires. "But must we really do it like this? As if we're having an affair?" he adds. No, God! Why is he always right? We really need to put an end to this sleazy relationship . . . or whatever the same is. Gulping, I say, "Well, not really, I just—“ "Ugh, drunk women are weird and scary." Malik interrupts us, making me pull back immediately. After a short silence, I hear, "Okay, my life's a mess! Do I have to witness this as well?"