Gentlemen Prefer Blondes Mga Nobela at Kwento

His room is a little dark, he's lying on the bed, two blondies hovering over his body, both moaning madly. Oh, Jesus. "Good evening, brother." Mahone greets him, his hands caressing their shoulders. "This isn't a brothel, Mahone," he groans, looking away. "Do it outside." "C'mon it's just one night. Uncle Kramer has no problem with it, so why do you?" He kisses the first blonde. "Don't mind, baby. My brother's a bit shy." First blonde winks at Lynn. "He's hot." "You want him?" Mahone pouts.

He was blond and handsome with caramel-colored eyes that crawled over my body with open appreciation. “Mrs. Rossi. The Don's been keeping you hidden away.” I forced a smile, my cheeks flushing with discomfort. “Gentlemen.” The blond man, Capone, I realized, one of Luca's most trusted lieutenants, grinned and raised his glass in a toast. “Here's to the Don, who hit the jackpot with such a sexy lady. That body, those curves...” He let out a low whistle. “Bagging a beauty like this, no wonder he's been so protective of you.”

"Well, you told me your wife looked like an old hag. You're a damn liar, bro. She's skinny, sure, but she still looks good enough to eat." The blond man shook his head with a smirk. I swallowed several times. Seriously? Right in front of me? Was this really how rich people talked to each other? And did every compliment have to come with an insult attached to it? Couldn't they tell me I was beautiful without mentioning my body size? Couldn't they compliment me without turning me into something sexual? Men. "Of course, only one woman is ever beautiful in his eyes. Are you even surprised? He could sleep with every woman in the club and still go home thinking about only one woman."

“Mine to use, to tie up, to punish, to fuck, to lick, to pleasure, and to conquer. I want everything you have to offer. I need your complete devotion and your submission. I don’t want any other man in your life but me, and me alone. I don’t like to share.” Before we went on, I said something I should have probably thought about further. “Neither do I. I won’t be comfortable if there is another blonde woman in your life that you’re fucking when you’re not with me.” He chuckled. “Let’s get one thing straight, there is no other woman I am seeing or fucking. You’re the only one. And my type is not blonde women. I told you, I prefer brunettes with green eyes.” I couldn’t help but smile at those w

she asked Blake. He nodded. “Curves are sexy. They make a woman real. We want someone who is happy being in her own skin. That likes her body and can find herself being sexually appealing to us.” “Okay. So no shy virgins here, huh?” asked Gerri. Blake choked on his drink and slapped a hand over his mouth, obviously trying hard not to spit it all over. He visibly swallowed and coughed repeatedly before answering her. “She can be shy if that’s her, but we’d like someone who is willing to try things. She’s going to have two men for Christ’s sake. That means she should at least be open-minded.”

He asked, his voice full of hope. “Not likely, gingers are not my favorite.” I chuckled, remembering my one night stand of the weekend. He was definitely not my kind, not only because of his hair color, but also because he was a bottom. And then again, my type would be more like a tall dark haired man, with fair muscles and a strong personality. “Looks are not all that matters, you know.” He mumbled, a blush spreading on his face. “Says the guy who get fucked by the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.” I smirked, and his blush turned into a fiery red.

she said before she gave him a sickly sweet smile. Eli was about to reply with another snappy comeback when three attractive young women, two brunettes and one blonde, made a beeline to their booth. "Excuse me, is this you?" the blonde asked Eli while holding out the latest copy of Men's Health magazine with him on the cover. Eli pretended not to hear or see the blonde as he chugged down his Light Bud. The blonde bit her lip as she waited anxiously for his reply and the awkwardness of the situation made Brigail squirm. She kicked Eli's leg under the table to get his attention.

I turned and looked toward the door and I'm sure that my jaw must have dropped. "The two blondes are sisters and the redhead with the big tits is a cousin. The other three are just friends. All six will leave with a guy and go to one of the girl's apartments where they all get it on in the same room. Then when the married ones leave to hurry home to hubby the two blondes double up. The tall one likes doubles and triples and gangbangs. She also seems to have a preference for dark meat." "Doubles and triples? Dark meat?"

here and there. I know I'm being a complete dick right now, but the sooner I piss them off, the sooner I figure out why they brought me here. I flash Blondie a million-dollar smile and wink at him. "Pass, Barbie; I'm not into men. Don't get me wrong; I have nothing against gay people. I don't deem them as unworthy or outsiders; it's just that I drive on the straight highway. I'm not part of the alphabet mafia." Well, that should set him off. There's nothing more insulting to a straight man than other men insinuating that he has hidden gay tendencies. I've never understood why things are the way they are, but for once, I can use it to my advantage. "You're a complete moron." Blonde drops what

“You are lying. I can see it in your face. You look so tense.” “Why are we wasting time trying to be courteous with a whore?” the second man snapped, slapping the blonde’s chest. “Get straight to the point man,” “Right. She’s so pretty, I got carried away for a second,” he chuckled indignantly. “Spend the night with us.” “A threesome. We will reward you generously,” the second man chipped in immediately. Their eyes raked over me in a way that suggested they would have done far worse if the staff hadn’t been watching.