Emily Ahern Sex Novels & Stories

she said, laying her hand over the card and giving him a pat before retreating. He took her hand and pulled her towards him. How did she keep doing that? Outplaying the player? Nathan had met assassins that were easier to bed. Hell he'd saved himself by getting laid on occasion. Emily Maine was something else though. She was a beautiful, strong woman and she knew it, made no apologies for it. "I rather enjoy hate sex." Who was this woman? He was practically begging for her now and not in a way that amused him. Nathan was starting to get the sinking feeling that he'd enjoy anything with her. Maybe even things where she got to keep her clothes on.

"I remember you saying you've never dated, but... I didn't see any blood flowing from you. I mean, have you never had sex before?" Emily's expression changed, and she was quite surprised by the question. She didn't expect Adrian to bring up what she had mentioned that morning. Nevertheless, Emily remained calm and gave a warm smile. "It's true, I've never dated, let alone had sex. But, my hymen tore when I was 13 due to an accident. That's why you won't find any blood when you have sex with me. So, specifically, I'm a virgin in terms of sexuality, but in terms of physical health, I'm no longer a virgin because of that accident."

“Oh, great.” “Back to what we were saying,” Emily dropped the phone back on the table and faced her friend. “That I had sex with Alexander Stone does not mean he cannot have his relationship, Olivia. It also doesn't stop me from being in a relationship with a man that is not him, either.” “You are right, Emily,” Olivia nodded. “I thought I should know, nothing more.” “Now you know.” Her phone beeped again, she looked down at the table to see a message from her bank.

Emily THE PAST It had been a couple weeks since Emily had walked in on Lo having sex with that girl. And in that time she and Juniper had gotten a lot closer. She felt like she could easily call her a friend now. Emily could talk to Maeve of course but.. Maeve couldn’t understand much even though she pretended to… she had her mate. And someone who wasn’t Emily’s mate? Well Maeve just couldn’t picture her being so upset, though she would never say that to Emily.

It was actually a p**n video, a video of her having sex with one of her side men, Kevin. “How… How did you get this? How were you able to get this?!” Emily continued, her voice shaking as she desperately clutched at the table between us. Her face had turned a sickly pale, eyes wide with disbelief and barely contained fury. I leaned back in my chair, a small, satisfied smile curving my lips. “How I got it isn’t important, Emily.” I crossed my legs and rested my chin on my hand, eyes narrowing at her, “What’s important is what I plan to do with it.”

Killian looks at her with a smirk on his face, “isn't this a bit too mature?“ he asks. “We're all adults here, plus mom's not home” Emma says, and increases the volume of the tv. Her words are far from innocent and accidental, she knows exactly what she's doing and what she's saying. I pull my legs up to the chair and wrap my arms around my legs, will I be able to last through this? I'm already horny from being in the stall with him earlier…watching a movie like this would make it worse. The first scene starts and it's sex.

“I was drunk okay? I wasn’t in my right sense. Why else would I kiss that asshole and cling to him desperately until he took me to bed?” “You clung to him?” I held my head, feeling my headache returning. Emily looked away from me. “Don’t blame me. I was horny and saw a male. Poof! I couldn’t wait to spread my legs for him.” I casually leaned back, and didn’t know how to handle this so I let my curiosity get the best of me. “So, was it good then?” “What?” “The sex. Did you enjoy it?” Emily was speechless for some time then she looked as if she was thinking about it and bit her lips. “It was good. Mind blowing. But nothing special. Forbidden sex definitely feels that way, right?”

She said with a commanding tone with furrowed brows. “I had sex with Darren!” Emery said, bowing her head in shame. “Aha! I knew it!” Amelia's voice was laced with a mix of disgust and confidence. Emery could feel the smugness in her best friend's voice, “I already feel bad, you don't have to worsen my feelings.” She still couldn't believe it, and what was more alarming was the fact that she had taken the lead. “It was as if I was possessed!” Emery lamented,

Emily had always been the perfect good girl. Nineteen years old, with soft chestnut hair usually kept in a neat braid, modest sundresses, and a habit of blushing at even mildly suggestive comments. She volunteered at the church library, aced every class, and had never been alone with a boy long enough for anything improper to happen. Sex was a distant, sinful mystery to her, something she only encountered in the forbidden pages of books she pretended not to linger on. Professor Ryan Hale changed everything.

“Wait, which other girl is having a great sex life?” I asked when what she said finally clicked properly. Emily made a pointing gesture at Elena who looked covered her face in embarrassment. My eyes widened when I realized what she meant.