Hairy Men Novels & Stories

said the man who has a coconut haircut. When he felt them leave, he breathed a sigh of relief. But as soon as he came out, he was surprised by what he saw. The three men floated and grinned like demons. Migi rubbed his eyes to see if what he was seeing was true. The old men before had the faces of monsters now. They have bat-like wings and appear to be decaying in parts. "Do you think you can fool us?" shouted the straight-haired man. "W-what do you need from me? Money? Here’s my twenty pesos bill! " Migi forced his voice to be strong even though he seemed to be urinating in fear.

The hairy man said, standing from where he sat. The men laughed uproariously at the suggestion, obviously mocking him. " You think five thousand will buy her?" They asked in amusement. The hairy man ignored them. " She is worth five hundred grand" " Ten thousand!" A female shouted. I looked around the room and spotted a woman standing at the corner near the wall. Her brownish blonde hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail.The men around were already discussing the matter among themselves, no doubt deciding which one would win me over, and also showing their disgust towards the woman.But I wasn't paying any attention to them anymore, the thought of a woman being my new master freaked me. Men m

These two women were in such a hurry that their clothes were torn in the process, amidst their growls. In the midst of this, couples threw themselves into the street, uncontrolled sex, naked, hairy, and completely fierce men growled at each other, starting an orgy. A group of hairy gay men started having group sex, where they called themselves bears, besides being big and hairy, they roared towards their partner, in which everyone there was taking turns and changing positions. In which everyone there forgot about modesty or cared about their libido.

“Leave the woman here, give me 1.5 million dollars, and break one of your legs along with both arms; then, you can leave.” Bam! The door was kicked open once again before the long-haired man managed to retort to Harvey. Around twenty men swarmed, accompanied by eight other people. The men were clad in exquisite leather suits, while the women wore extremely beautiful makeup. A sinister-looking young man with ear piercings stood in the middle of the crowd. He had slicked-back hair, and held an expensive cigar in his hand. He had an extremely dominant expression as he occasionally blew out puffs of smoke.

No, they weren't men because they were hairy and had claws. "Where in the hell have you been and who are these guys Twila?" *****************************************

He goes to grab me, and my beast jumps, kicking off his chest and flipping back away from him in front of my pack. I look at all the guys as my beast relaxes, giving me back my control. One has blood all over the front of his shirt from his nose, which is now healed. His hair hangs loose with curls down to his midsection. One has dirt and ash all over the front of his shirt. His hair is shorter all around but is slightly longer on top; it is neatly styled to be a little messy. The third has buzzed sides fading up to hair that is spiked up messily, but it suits him. The last one stands with a perfect pearly white smile, and I lock eyes with him. The sides of his hair are short, and the top is

Obviously, he looks masculine whereas I am clearly female. Oh, and his lips are not "fat" like mine. Not at all. They're manly, though. I don't know how else to describe them than that! His hair is where the similarities end, though. While mine is black, his is a dirty blonde. He keeps it short, with an unruly, scraggly "style". I swear he just hops out of bed and it's already perfect every morning. Like a god damn movie star. (I usually spend at least half an hour on my own hair.)

“We’ve got enough players, so take off.” “Fuck that, man,” the blond spat. “We were invited.” “Yeah,” the hairy one chimed in, “move it.” “Make me.” No way was he letting these guys past him. No. Fucking. Way. “You think you’re tough,” hairy guy sneered. “There’s two of us and only one of you. I’d say the odds are in our favor.” “Yeah? Then bring it, motherfucker, ’cause I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

The two of them widened their eyes and looked around to see any route we could pass but we had no choice leaving the chance to wait for them to stop the commotion so that we could pass them. The women split in half spatting out three men. On the left side is a tall man with pointed nose, white skin,and slightly curly hair. In the middle is a confident and tall man with muscular body, pointed nose, styled hair and beautiful adams apple shape. I shifted my eyes to the last man which made me regret it in a second. I roll my eyes at him and he smirked. I gulped because he saw what I did. I looked at him again just like what I did yesterday. From afar I notice his sharp features, messy hair that

I turned just in time to see some men heading in that direction. They were huge. Their shoulders were broad, wider than any door frame I had ever seen. Their arms were like thick tree trunks, full of muscles that flexed with every step. They stood much taller than any man here, towering over everyone like giants. Their chests were broad, their waists slim, and their legs strong like pillars. And their faces… I had never seen men so handsome in my life. Strong jawlines, sharp cheekbones, piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you. Their hair was dark and perfectly kept, and they moved with the grace of trained warriors. Everything about them screamed power and control.