Evelyn Uncensored Novels & Stories

I demanded. “Me? Seeing someone else? What about you?” she shot back. Then she clammed up, denying me an explanation. It was a little chilly outside. The wind made Evelyn shiver, and I could see the toll today’s medical tests had taken on her. Though I sometimes wondered if there really was anything wrong with her. She never discussed her medical appointments and I never asked. “Ha! So it wasn’t about anything I did... You’ve been seeing some other man behind my back! I should’ve known. Evelyn, you really are a piece of work,” I spat, my voice filled with contempt.

Just watched how filthy and useless my husband and the girl I now hate to call my sister truly is. My stomach tightened, my body suddenly feeling too hot despite the cold atmosphere of the room. I touched myself and I was dripping wet. Too wet. Thank goodness they just gave me a free p**n video. I pulled out the earpiece I used in hearing their moans and the wet sound from his cock entering her pussy. I dropped my phone on the bedside table and climbed the bed completely. My manager was sitting on the other end of it. We had tried to book separate rooms but that was the only room left in the hotel.

Still, I wanted to see what trick she was planning to pull. … For the next few days, I barely slept, my eyes glued to that group chat. Evelyn was far too active in the chat, popping up almost every two hours like clockwork. Every time she came online, she posted a picture. They were graphic and provocative. The variety of locations was terrifying. She posted photos of hotel sheets, mirror reflections, bathtub bubbles, outdoor benches, and the back seat of a car. One image after another appeared on the screen. Sometimes, she posted her legs. Sometimes, it was her back. Sometimes, nearly the entire lower half of her body was in the frame.

Don’t let them promise you the same. Evelyn typed Who are you and didn’t send it. She typed What do you want and deleted it. She slipped the phone into her pocket and stepped into the elevator. The doors slid shut on the smell of paper and old bleach and something like regret. By afternoon, the scandal had taught itself to walk. It followed her to the sidewalk, to the car, to the lobby of the Valehart tower where she arrived at Helena’s request for a “brief strategy session.” Cameras craned discreetly. Security kept its hands where people could see them. The city watched and pretended not to.

She asked looking around. I wonder... Anyways, two bottles of champagnes could be seen laying carelessly on the bare floor. Evelyn quickly covered herself and ran into the bathroom to change, when she got in there, there was a beautiful sports wear so she changed into it. All this while Eric was still asleep for he was a deep sleeper. Evelyn who finished changing came out and found an exciting view in front of her, seeing his bare chest and well structured abs. Evelyn couldn't help but drool over him she kept staring at him when he opened his eyes and caught her drooling, smiling at her he said,

Lila was watching her with unblinking intensity. “Read it out loud,” Lila said. “This is inappropriate.” “So is masturbating on your living-room rug while you think about your student’s tongue inside you. But you did that anyway.” The room tilted. Evelyn gripped the edge of the desk. “You can’t possibly know—”

she hissed. “Slut?” I asked incredulously. “Don’t make me laugh, Evelyn. You’re the real whore here. You’re the one who sold out the man who loved you. Who let Mark Denning shoot his brother in the head. Who continues to parade around with these assholes. And for what? For this shit?” I asked, looking around at the room. “You’re a sad, lonely woman, Evelyn. And you won’t ever convince me otherwise.” The sounds of a fight broke out on the other side of the bedroom door. Evelyn rushed to the nightstand. I shouted for Mason again.

Cameras clicked and Caryn's eyes popped out of their sockets. 'No, no this was not happening. Please God, let this be a dream.' "Here you go ma'am, please have it", Evelyn took her hand and placed it in it. People were taking videos of her, others were taking photos. Evelyn gave a deadly smirk and walked over to her seat. Olivia stood rooted to the ground with her mouth agape. What had just happened? "Ma'am, how was your underwear found in Mr. Nathan's office?" "Why's your dress half zipped? Why are you holding your heels? Did my Mr. Nathan attempt to rape you?"

"And the men you dated were never so eager that they tried something like this? Even in the cinema? Watching a movie in the dark? A quickie in a bathroom?" Evelyn shakes her head about everything I mention, and by the time I'm done, I feel a bit of annoyance at the men who have intimately been in her life. "Shame, shame," I say. "Shame on them. If you'd let me, I want to show you everything. How good it feels when you know someone might walk into the room or the difficulty in keeping your voice down when you're getting fucked in an airplane's tiny bathroom." "Don't you take business class?" She asks.

She is ready to sleep with any man who approaches her. This is not the right way to forget about Raymond, her parents or her messed up life, but this is absolutely the right way to forget about them this minute. She needs a strong man to fûck her to the extent that she is going to forget everything, including her home address. She wants a man to deal with her in bed so that she won't be able to walk for a week. That she will just be in her bed craving for more. The attendant gives her what she ordered. Evelyn gulps down everything in five minutes and asks for more. She is not obsessed with alcohol but she really wants to get drunk and goes beyond her limit of having wild fun.