Freaky Couples Goals Novels & Stories

Once again, she could tell that the invisible string she had discovered tied to the base of my cock was still firmly wrapped around her every syllable. We were back in our apartment later that night after some barhopping in the downtown area where we lived. She was tipsy. I was tipsy. We brought a couple of tall beers over to one of the corners of our very comfy couch sanctuary. Once we were settled in, she took out her phone and started the process of building us a profile on the main gay sex app. I flipped through channels and put a baseball game on mute and then turned some music on for us. We decided to call ourselves 'Curious Couple' and she typed out a harmless and flirtatious bio expl

“You came here for a reason. Maybe to rediscover yourselves. Maybe to heal. Maybe to let go.” Katherine’s eyes flitted to Kingsley and back down again. “Whatever your reason, you still have six days. So be intentional. Be real. Be awake.” She paused. Then added, “And now for a little structure.” A few heads tilted, amused and curious. “Every final week, we run something special called the Couples Track. These are focused afternoon workshops, specifically for people here as couples, whether you are in a relationship dating, or married. We do this to help deepen communication, renew intimacy, and give space for healthy emotional closure or connection.”

He groaned against my folds, the deep vibration shooting straight through my core and making my walls flutter around his fingers. “He pulled back just enough to growl. “Cum again for Daddy. Flood my mouth like a good girl,” he said, and I was already close. The third orgasm crashed into me even harder than the last. I screamed, back arching sharply off the desk as my pussy gushed violently around his fingers and tongue.

But the moment I turned on my phone, I knew we hadn't really escaped. T*****r. I*******m. Sports blogs. Everywhere. The two top trends? #MelXavVictory #MatchingPowerCouple I scrolled in disbelief. There were photos of us stepping out of the car, walking into the restaurant, sitting at the table, clinking glasses. Someone even zoomed in on the way our hands had brushed. One post had the caption: "They came. They conquered. And they matched while doing it. Golden couple goals." I groaned.

He looks expensive. "Yeah, I see him." I say "Well, that's my husband. We had a fight at home, and now he's trying to make me jealous." "Is this a thing now? Like a trend for couples?" I ask, unable to wrap my head around it. "Oh, no, not at all. We just happened to be with weird partners." She says easily and laughs. "My name is Carol." She says, observing me. "What's your name?" "Uhh... My name is Barry" I respond, trying not to tear my attention from Violet.

“We’ve ended the month with a better financial picture than any of us expected, and you’re not the only one with a shitload of money tied up in this, Trak. We’ve all invested. Give it time. I think it’s going to pay off.” “Financially, sure.” Trak shook his head, frustration evident. “Except making a profit isn’t the point of this project. The point is not just to give a bunch of women a good time. The point is to find mates for the guys, you two and me included. So far, not a single pairing has come of this.” “We’ve only been open a month, Trak. Cain’s right. Give it time.” Brad glanced at Cain.

"I believe for the first time in my adult life, I am not. It's odd." "Good weird or bad weird?" Good odds. "Definitely good, weird." They completed supper and cleaned up with the practiced efficiency of people who had learnt to share domestic tasks without arguing over every detail. Max washed while Grace dried, and they completed the task without any disagreements regarding technique or timing. "We're getting disturbingly good at this," Grace commented. "At what?" "Being a functioning couple." Sharing space, assigning work, and making choices collaboratively. Six months ago, you couldn't select what to eat for breakfast without conducting a strategic study.

She chuckled, and added, "And when we watch the video." She wrapped her arms around him, and gave him a hard, passionate kiss. "I love so much, baby," she said when they broke. "Please try to relax. I have a feeling you're going to like this as much as I do ... well, almost." *** The guy they chose through Fantasy's online "catalog," turned out to be a master with couples, like Ron and Val, who were experiencing their first threesome. He understood Val's BBC fantasy, as much as Ron's "watching another guy fuck his wife" desire, and also his nervousness about it.

“Which doesn’t apply. Sonya and Paulette will have questions, but I’ve become friends with them and if I sit down and tell them myself and explain things they’ll accept it. And Marcus will just be a little jealous. And all my best friends love you anyways and will be thrilled for us. Anyone else can suck eggs and fuck right off.” She went to the next page, with ‘FOMO’ on it in big letters. “And if you’re worrying I’m throwing away my life on this relationship, you’re wrong. You’re everything I want. I have FOMO about not being with you.” Another page, with a stack of money again. “And lastly, if we’re together then my whole goal will be to make sure that your home life is as easy and enjoyab

’ And then we began talking and we got along so well,we exchanged contacts and here we are,married! He gave me a weird look.”I do not go to the beach or the cinemas but if you think this is convincing enough,then we can work with that.” “Couples also need to know more about each other.” “I agree.I’ll go first.My parents are late,I’m the CEO of Imperial Group.I like hiking,I have strong allergy for carrots.” “That’s all?” He nodded.