Fling Novels & Stories

I swallow hard, ignoring the shiver that runs down my spine. “Close your eyes,” he instructs. I do. “Breathe.” I inhale deeply, feeling the fire stir beneath my skin. Yohan’s fingers linger, a grounding touch, and my pulse stutters when his breath brushes my ear. “Now, try again.” I exhale, extending my hand. This time, instead of forcing the fire out, I guide it. The flames move in a smooth, controlled arc, striking the dummy dead center. A burst of satisfaction blooms in my chest.

Then a sting meets my inner thigh, making me gasp, and I fist my skirt. My spine stills against the seat, every muscle in my body working itself as I adjust to the bite of whatever he just did. He moves away, coming back in again, another sting needling my thigh, this time higher up my skirt. Wax? I convulse, my clit reacting to the tingling that pricks at my skin. I slap a hand to my mouth, biting on my index finger to even out the sweet pain. A moan slips as he kneads my skin.

The less importance she gave whatever was between them, the better. “A fling? Isabella. What you and Samson have is not just a Fling.” Vanessa's tone was scolding."You care about him and you want him. I have been in your position and I know how it feels" Isabella reached for her glass and brought it to her lips. She finished the entire content in one gulp and Vanessa handed her own glass to her. She finished that too.

I was headed back to London and he back to the state of Washington where he was overseeing an engineering project. If romp implies sex, we didn’t romp. We had attraction—off-the-chart sparks—enough to ignite a forest fire with a side of some teenage making out—without the teenage clumsiness—but that was all. You could say that the lack of sex is another element to the drought I mentioned. Seriously, if things don’t look up, my vagina may dry up and blow away.

she said, turning her attention outside the car’s window. “It’s not simple if it means someone is harassing you, Ara. I’m just busy, but you can call or send me messages like you used to do.” “That's why I don’t want to bother you. You're too busy with your girlfriends,” she muttered absentmindedly. “Girlfriends? What? I don't even have one.” “Oh, then, flings,” she said sarcastically. “Wait, Ara. Where did you get that idea?” “Aside from Miss Ruth, you have that Girlie. If Miss Ruth is not your girlfriend and you have a one-night stand with that Girlie. Isn't it called 'fling' when you're not in a relationship but something str

When I finished unclasping my bra, I threw it away and I saw Flint's intense stare. "Now touch yourself for me..." he instructed. I lied back, still holding the phone so he could see me. "Touch yourself for me, JV," he repeated. I slid my fingers inside my panty and slowly traced my entrance, the same way he traces mine whenever he does it. "I'm so hard for you, babe..." I played with my clit and imagined it was Flint doing the wonders. "Oh..Flint..." "You like it?" "Yes.... but I like it more if it's your tongue on me," I mumbled.

"Do we really have to talk about this? Can't we just let it slide?" "For now, I'm okay being your fling," he said seriously. So this is what fling is like? Do they really need to talk as if they have a deal or an agreement that they are flings? She thought it was just that. You don't have to talk anymore. "Okay." She shrugged just to stop. "Alright, so I will expect that you won't be flirting with anyone while I’m your fling. Expect the same thing from me." His face was still very formal when he said that. It was as if they were talking about a business transaction.