Erotic Affair Novels & Stories

Rebecca saw him leaving, and immediately she runs after her lover. My clueless mother-in-law did not suspect a single thing. Did she blindly trust her son, so much that she can't understand a simple logic? "Cynthia, shall we go?" She ignored the scene happening right before us; of her son having a heated argument with Rebecca. Even a fool would read meanings to such hostile behaviour between two people that are basically having an affair. The event planner of the charity warmly welcomed my mother-in-law and myself. We were even given seats in the front, while the cloths were being taken down from the trunk of her car. Justin and his mistress should be coming over to the event, hopefully in t

But the strong sense of love engulfed all these emotions. Paul gave signatures of fear and urge to protect. The two had always been a pair since their awakening, so I heard. I rushed to Paul's side trying to find out what happened, “ what made two love birds create a scene? Is this one of your couples squabbles?" He seemed to have not known I was referring to him, “ big uncle" . I finally called his attention where he stood searching for scrolls. “Sweet chilly, it is nothing to worry your little head about, shouldn't you be at practice at this time?

Nana said, "Will loves Maria. I know what the news is saying, but come on. He's just not the man that they are painting him to be." "Maybe not," Papa responded, a little anger coming out in his voice, "but they keep saying that he had some kind of affair. If he did that then maybe we don't know him. Maybe we never knew him." I'm sure Nana was about to object, but I couldn't take it anymore. I was angrier than I ever remembered being, and it gave me courage. I knew what affair meant. It meant that dad didn't love mom anymore and that he was sleeping with someone else. I didn't understand sex yet, not really, but I knew that affairs were Bad and Dirty and that people who had them killed their

I rasped. I hiked her skirt up, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She was already soaking, her juices glistening in the dim light of the bathroom. I dropped to my knees, my hands prying her thighs wide. I didn't hesitate; I buried my face in her, my tongue finding her clit and swirling around it with a hard, rhythmic pressure. Tinashe shrieked, her head tossing back against the wall, the sound muffled by the music outside. "Eric! Oh, God, right there!"

I say. I am not going to admit to having an affair with Damon, although sleeping with him does not mean that I am having an affair. It is just a sexual thing between us. An affair is when people have feelings for each other or are more than just bed buddies. I believe an affair is where there is a lot of emotion involved, and I am protecting my heart. In my eyes, we are only having sex and not an affair. Well, some people might see it as an affair, but I don't. My interpretation of an affair is much different than most people's, I believe. Besides, to have an affair, you have to be married or something. That is what I believe. Sienna and Mike had an affair because Mike was married. I am hav

But as she looked at the photos, she knew nothing would ever be the same again. “Good morning, and welcome to our morning broadcast,” the news anchor said, her voice sharp as glass. “Breaking news: Clara Davenport, wife of Julian Davenport, CEO of Davenport Industries, has been embroiled in a scandalous affair with Adrian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises and longtime rival of Julian. Pictures surfaced early this morning showing Clara entering and exiting Blackwood’s penthouse apartment. Sources close to the couple confirm the affair has been ongoing for months.” The screen cut to a blurry image of Clara in sunglasses and a hoodie, her face partially obscured as she slipped into Adrian

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

In that moment, there was nothing else – just he and I, alone together, driven by passion and a raw, carnal need. I tugged desperately at his clothes, needing to feel his naked skin against mine. He groaned into my mouth and bucked against me, ripping off my leather jacket and shoving his hands straight under the thick jumper I wore beneath. He ran his thumb back and forth over my nipple through the lacy fabric of my bra. “Caleb,” I moaned – and then realisation hit me like I’d been struck by lightning. I had moaned the wrong name. This wasn’t right at all. This was all wrong.

"What a strange guy! She didn't want to touch her stomach again, for fear, that she might just begin to get too emotional. She has been doing that since she woke up from her unconscious state. She wanted to do something different, so she went online, and could see the comment online. Netizens always have a way of giving opinions that no one asked for. They would always act as the high and low judge in cases like this, and there will always be someone to blame. They were calling her all sort of names. Her affair had gone viral. When she was living her life, as lowly prostitute, no one saw her, no one thought she was suffering too much, but just when she hit the jackpot by dating a really weal