Getting Freaky On A Friday Night Novels & Stories

They agreed to drinks at one of Dorian's favourite spots, Sir Henry's cocktail bar and grill situated in the heart of the city, so Dorian called and made reservations. When Dorian, Tom and Howard got there, the place was almost packed, due to the fact that it was a Friday evening, and they had happy hour from 7pm to 8pm. The thrilling sounds of different conversations traveled through the air as they made their way to their table, which was situated in the far corner of the room. Dorian took off his coat, and hung it over the back of his chair before taking a seat. The mood felt right for a Friday evening, and the patrons had smiles on their faces as the music from the speakers made the atmo

Aiden says. “Yup, but by really horny I mean we will need some serious fortification and elixir to increase stamina because she is just days away from craving our touches and our cocks constantly. She doesn’t want kids yet, so mom gave me herbs,” Raff explains and I feel his disappointment as he sinks against me. “Tomorrow is fetish night at the club. If we are all there and she gets out of hand, will she go after any cock?” Aiden asks. “Oh, she will go after cock or pussy if ours aren’t available, so I suggest we be available,” Raff says.

RYDER'S POV The Friday night air hangs heavy and humid over the sprawling estate, thick with the scent of chlorine, expensive cologne, and the sharp, yeasty tang of spilled beer. Inside the mansion’s massive glass-walled sunroom, the atmosphere is a suffocating heat of bodies and sound. The bass from the speakers thumps against the glass panels, a rhythmic vibration that matches the pulse of the crowd. Half-naked bodies writhe in the flickering LED lights, a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. Near the infinity pool, a couple is going at it hard on a daybed, the woman’s head thrown back in a silent scream as the man pounds into her, oblivious to the partygoers splashing in the water nearby. The

He jumps off the truck and walks over to me, dumping another bag before my feet. "I think this place's gonna be fun, Cole, "He said, licking his lips. Seth was always the energetic one, always full of the spirits. "There's this club out of town. Every Friday! Lots of human girls go there. Every Friday night, Hardin" Shaking my head at him, I picked up the bag and replied "quote that 'human girls' Seth. And you better keep it down in your pants" and turned towards the house. "Keep what in my pants? "He asks arms spread wide in confusion.

Friday, 13th October 8:25PM Friday had been mercifully uneventful for Honey. Somehow, she'd made it through the entire day without any encounters with Grayson. The only particularly interesting thing about her Friday was experiencing life without underwear, as Sir had commanded. She had complied, finding herself acutely aware of the absence throughout the day, a secret reminder of what awaited her that evening.

“Well, listen to this.” He smiles that big cheeky grin that tells me he is trouble on legs. “None of us have class friday morning, so we all go out on Thursday nights and do a bonfire when the weather stops being sh*tty, so we blend in a little better with the humans. It keeps us out of the way of the regular Friday night partiers. We run and then hang out, if you are interested I can give you my number and get you all the details.” He smiles that smile again and before I know what is happening, Mina has swiped my phone from my back pocket, unlocked it and handed it over to him.

he winked at me, and I chuckled lightly. "You are such a dick," I teased and he shrugged casually. "So, what's for Friday night, anything special?" He leaned back in his seat. "Nothing, I just want to catch up with work today," I said and he sneered. "Alpha Blake, work on a Friday, come on, let go to the club, I know some ladies are waiting on us," he said with a smirk and he was right. Apart from Ryan being my best friend, he was my wingman with the ladies and he knew, that Friday nights were what I called 'crazy fuck nights'...

Besides… One reckless night with a stranger had been enough excitement to last me a lifetime. I hated Fridays now. While everyone would get excited for the weekend, the only thing I could picture was myself slouching on my couch, eating popcorn like my life depended on it. That's not something to get excited about. Today was another Friday and for some reason, I was driving home to my parents' house. Chloe was already there. She had been beeping my phone all day to make sure I would not bail on her. I would have but well… what's the worst that could happen in a family dinner?

he said so nonchalantly as if he was discussing the weather. I spun towards him, “what do you mean drugged, with what?” He shrugged, “it’s common on Friday and Saturday nights, the younger generation do it to themselves mostly, removes their inhibitions, leaves them wild and free to explore their sexuality without feeling the guilt or remorse because they normally don’t remember any of it the next day, it’s called Eclipse.” He gave me a nod, “no worries though, we’ve given your warrior the antidote, her temperature is already going down, but she’ll need sleep, most likely will sleep for a good 24 hours.”

Jamie noticed the scar because he was trying not to notice everything else. The bar was loud in that half-hearted way—music turned up but not committed, laughter skidding along the surface of conversations, glasses clinking like punctuation marks nobody respected. It was a Friday. It always felt like a Friday, even when it wasn’t. The kind of night that stretched people thin and made them careless.