Glamorous Freddy Novels & Stories

Freeda's tears flowed, she knelt on the floor while unable to believe what she heard. She felt happy because she had waited so long for the freedom she had longed for. '' Freeda? Are you okay?'' she was surprised to hear Flynn's voice. Freeda stood up and Flynn was surprised when he hugged her tightly. ''I'm free now, '' Freeda said happily. Instead of enjoying himself with her, Flynn felt sadness and fear. He was shocked to hear it, he was facing Freeda, and she was happy. Her eyes twinkled with delight, and that was what Flynn was afraid of. To lose Freeda next to him.

In receipt of a chilling glance from Emily, who was standing at the bar with Freddie, Layla hurriedly turned her head away, color sparking high over her cheekbones. Freddie had gatecrashed their night out. Emily had been overjoyed and, within minutes of Freddie’s appearance, had made it clear that Layla was a gooseberry. Layla sipped the sickly sweet concoction that Freddie had insisted on buying her. She pondered what she was going to do with the rest of her evening. Where was she to go? At least in a crowd, she was virtually invisible and drew no particular attention.

Carefully I hooked my fingers into the lacy waist of her panties and ever so slowly I gently pulled them down to her knees to feast on the first sight of her pussy. Berl's pussy was bare, not hair in sight, plump a deep slit, pink lips poking out, shiny wet, inviting. Exposed like that I bent to seize the moment but with a girlish giggle she forestalled me and her hands were suddenly covering and hiding her jewel box, I looked up at her questioningly? "Freddy loved this, he adored my little lady, but it was very very hairy then, he said he hair held the pussy smell he like....do you like he smell of pussy my love??"

[ NEW TASK: THE GHOST ] [OBJECTIVE: IGNORE DOMINIC GREYHOUND FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE EVENT. [CRITERIA: NO EYE CONTACT. NO CONVERSATION. ACT AS IF HE DOES NOT EXIST.] [REWARD: $500,000 & INTRODUCTION TO A NEW PROSPECTIVE LOVE INTEREST.] I freeze. “No. Not tonight,” I plead silently. “Anything but this.” The screen pulses a deep, warning red. [FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN A PARTIAL RESET OF BEAUTY ATTRIBUTES.] Partial reset? Beauty attributes? I would start getting ugly? In real time?

Shana: “I’M FREE FOR THE ENTIRE WEEKEND. PLEASE TELL ME YOU CAN TAKE MY MIND OFF SAKS UNTIL MONDAY MORNING.” Me: “OH, MY LADY, I HAVE A CONCERT PLANNED.” Shana: “A CONCERT? WHAT BAND?” Me: “IT’S A PRIVATE SHOW. VERY INTIMATE.” Shana: “WHAT CLOTHES SHOULD I PACK?” Me: “NOT NECESSARY. NUDE VENUE.” (Smile emoji) Shana: “THEN I’M PACKED!” (Blushing smile emoji)

He crumpled to the Persian rug with a soft, heavy thud, the empty glass rolling from his limp fingers. My heart seized. “Wh… W… What did you do to my husband?” The question came out a breathy whisper, all my furious intent evaporating into the air thick with betrayal and expensive perfume. Freddie’s demeanor had transformed entirely. The fear was gone, replaced by a predatory calm. He looked at me, a slow, seductive smile gracing his lips. “I did nothing to him. For now.” He moved then, not like a cornered animal, but like a panther stalking its chosen mate. The plush cushion dipped beside me as he sat, his thigh brushing against mine. A jolt, hot and unexpected, shot through me.

Most people call me a demi-god. *Quick one!!! Frederick is a sexy, hot, alpha male. Young. Attractive. Kind. Possessive. Many rich women in New York will kill to have him in their bed at least for a few minutes. He is quite a catch and gets in the glam every day. Can he ever be Kharis's savior? Read on..*

"Strip," I froze after hearing what the devil himself said. I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid. How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this? I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me.

Gatsby half yelled. "Stop overacting Gatsby. You talk as if the molls you always have sex with, are not someone's sisters" Freya said with a hiss, frowning her face. "Don't tell me he...." "Stop going overboard Gatsby and don't worry, your sister is still a virgin, I'm might be annoying but that doesn't mean, I'm like other molls like Braxton or Spooky. I am not a loose woman Gatsby" Freya said and Gatsby smiles, hearing that from her.