Futon Armin Novels & Stories

For the first time, I felt truly in it, not just adjacent. Eventually, the collective teasing gaze of the table landed on its favorite target: Arman. Arman was… something else. A foreign exchange student from some northern country, he looked like he’d stepped out of a classical painting. Wavy brown hair, eyes the color of a summer sky, tall with the lean, strong build of a swimmer. He was also quiet, incredibly kind, and intelligent. And every single day, it seemed, someone worked up the courage to confess their feelings to him. He would always refuse with a gentle, polite finality that left no room for argument but also no lasting bitterness.

His whispering sobs and infantile protests carried no weight with his strict mistress. ‘Let me play with his willie,’ breathed Armina, unzipping the catsuit, her breasts, belly and smooth mound showing through the opening. She took his weapon in her hand and rubbed it vigorously while the cane thwacked his writhing backside. Armina gave his prick a few more firm strokes, handed it over to Jo who did the same and then passed it on to Karen. She made a fist, slid the foreskin up and down over its bulbous tip. He sobbed his pleasure and spurted out a shower of semen, covering her fingers with creamy jism and spattering the towel beneath him. He cried out in the tumult of release and fell across

His toned body and glimmering tattoos caught the moonlight, but I quickly looked away, focusing on Demetri. Together, we maneuvered through the cabin, navigating sharp corners and narrow spaces until we reached the bedroom. Armando placed Demetri on the bed, his exposed legs and battered body a stark contrast to the soft duvet beneath him. I covered him with a blanket, my hands trembling as I set up the equipment by the bedside table.

Nathanial's perspective: I'm holding onto Armina as she sleeps, her body taking random deep breaths as she rests. I can't help but wonder if she's having bad dreams, she feels tense even when she's meant to be peacefully resting. I hate seeing the way her expression keeps changing, like she's stressed even in her sleep.

"Fuck, Armman... it’s... it’s so big... ahhh... slow down... please... for now... ahhh." "I'm not going slow," Armman growled. He started to hammer into her, his hips slapping against her backside with a loud, wet sound. "I have just a few minutes to fuck this pussy at the pace I want before we get home and I cannot fucking waste it with some lazy fucks.”

After such a hot romance, Aranjo fell asleep in the arms of Ming Hao, the General. *** The next morning, Aranjo awakens to find herself alone on a futon. Aranjo came down and put her clothes back on. Her intimate area was a little sore, but it made her think back to their hot love games. Just by thinking about it, Aranjo had already started to want her back. Aranjo walked towards the table and washed her face with the water that was already available in the brass basin. Then, dry her face with a cloth that is already available there. Where is the General? her inner self.

he says compassionately. With a firm grip on Valeria’s shoulders, I back her up so Arthwin can enter. “Please have a seat,” I politely offer. With a gentle nod, Arthwin walks in and takes a seat in the living room. His long-sleeve black button-down and black slacks make him look right at home among the décor. Except for his vibrant red hair of course. “Izzy, I don’t want him here,” she says, turning to face me with hard eyes.

Like Armin, his hair was blonde but shorter and more golden. Armin growled and stared back at me, disapproving of my thoughts. “Do you know him?” I cleared my throat. Armin sighed and removed his hand from around Tentin's neck. “Not really.” Tentin chuckled and stared over at me, “How are you doing, sweetheart? Enjoying your honeymoon?” I looked at Tentin in surprise, how could he speak like that with Armin around? “Luke told me there was something wrong with the blonde housekeeper. Is that true, Tentin?” Armin asked.

Arman stepped out of his car, the wind ruffling his artificial blonde curls, "Aaaaah, Rosetta Verona." Rosetta brows went up, "So you're now buddies with him?" "Uhuh and who's the pretty friend?" "Get your eyes away from her." Rosetta snarled, "She's taken." Milena walked towards them nonchalantly. "My bad" Arman shrugged, taking his eyes away, "oh we got another addition, Percy my friend." He gestured to the last car as a young man, slightly older than them, stepped out of his car, followed by... Luna?

Damien's driver informed one of the guards who went into their little stall to make a call. To his relief, it didn't take long for them to be permitted inside the house and Damien found himself sitting inside, waiting impatiently. "Ah, Damien. I've been expecting you," Armin walked in and smirked. "You know why I'm here this time, don't you?" Damien cut to the chase. He had no time for pleasantries. "Of course. Please have a seat and share a drink with me. I've got excellent wine imported straight from Greece," Armin said.