Hate Sex Novels & Stories

I needed to act and it would be better if I have them all at once. The backyard was silent except for the occasional moans and groans and the sound of flesh coming together, only the sound of sex going on could be heard, the couples were all hidden under the cloak of darkness, which was fine by me. This was Rhea, everyone minds their business, fighting or raping no one interfered until the parties involve decide to quit of their own accord. “Cyrus”

He is a fucker “I know it was quite stupid to do; it was quite stupid to say also. What I had in mind wasn't logical anyway. Yet, I stepped out of my room, taking a deep breath with Brittany's cold gaze following me all the way. She looked at me like something was up, like I should explain to her what I wanted to do. However, the truth was I didn't owe Brittany an explanation; besides, what I wanted to do was against her beliefs. Brittany strongly believed against having sex with different men, she believed sex was like a binding cord that joined souls but I believed the opposite To fuck is to be loved , even if it's temporary She was always uptight. Not that she didn't go to clubs or visit

"Perceiving how clear you are, in case he's not thick obviously he'll know." Out of nowhere Hayan's face drops and he looked miserable. "Do you think he feels nauseated by me? Since I admire him, despite the fact that I'm a man as well?" Sean could feel his eyes jerking, irritated by Hayan's opinion. "What's revolting with regards to that?" He pummels the table in disturbance. "Love has no sexual orientation, Hayan, so go ahead and like whoever you want to like! Furthermore, if that individual ever feels nauseated by you..."He makes a clench hand and scowls at nobody."I'll ensure they'll never see the day's end!"

Master Hero said. "Hmm, you have a hypersexual drive. It is a kind of sexual disorder, Hero. The thing about your disorder is if you happened to encounter a woman in times of your hypersexual urges and you are not protected and may get disease. "I only have sex with one woman, my girlfriend. My parents doesnt know that. I don't want to have sex with other women," Master Hero said assuring he only have one woman.

Hana defended herself. “So, while I grew up where nudity wasn’t something to get up in arms about, it was also only common to see someone naked before and after they had shifted. We aren’t witches who host ritual orgies. Sex is, or at least ought to be, an act of love between those in the relationship. And while not all sex is based on love, it should still be for those in the relationship or at least consensual and always at their comfort levels.” She said. “All right, all right.” I held my hands up. “Tell me you’re pre-law without telling me your pre-law.” I teased.

He added as Xander shrugged and said, “Sophie is old news, my newest catch is Dolly. Sweet as pie. Funny she broke off her relationship with a man named Feathers. Said he wasn’t giving her the satisfaction she wanted.” “I pray you don’t get STI’s.” XD mumbled much more to himself but Xander clearly heard it and said, “What do you mean by STI’s.What makes you think that the new catch got it? You know what, forget about that, we need to figure you out and get you a babe that you can be drilling. I have suspicions that you are gay.” Xander said wiggling his eyes. “If I was gay….wouldn’t I have hit on you? Besides you remember Diana, I dated her.” XD pointed out but Xander rolled his eyes and sa

An even exchange. “Are you going to have your wicked way with me, Mr. Devereux?” I run my finger down his chest. He steps closer, between my legs. Boy, does this feel familiar? I’m not mad about it. No matter how hard I fuck you, I’ll still hate your guts. I’ve got to wonder if there’s room for hate and love in the same space. In us. I don’t know if I want to consider it. Leaning into the hate seems a lot less scary.

Imagining her fingers trailing over me, her body pressed against mine. The thought makes me groan, the heat building lower, stronger, and I hate that it’s her face I see when I do this, her body I picture. But the bond won’t let me imagine anyone else. It’s her. It’s always her. I fist my cock, the pre-cum slipping down my length as I stroke myself hard and fast. I let out a low growl, the frustration and desire mixing into one volatile cocktail. I hate this. I hate her for making me feel this way, for making me weak. But at the same time, I can’t stop wanting her. I can’t stop imagining what it would be like to give in, to let the bond have its way, to take what I want from her.

I didn’t care. He shoved his own jeans down just enough to free his cock, and fuck me, I looked. Big. Thick. Angry. Like it hated me as much as he did. He gripped my thigh, threw it over his hip, and paused—hovering at my entrance. Hot. Hard. Pressing. Then—“You want hate sex, baby? You’ve got it.” He thrust in. I screamed. No slow build. No sweet pretense. Just rough, relentless, punishing. His cock filled me like he was claiming territory, dragging friction through every nerve ending I’d ever owned.

I shook my head, a frown forming on my face. “Of course not…I hate him. But I do miss the sex. It sucks. It makes me feel like a hypocrite. How can I hate someone and love fucking them?” I asked. Ria laughed. “Haven't you heard? Hate isn't the opposite of love. They're sisters.” She replied. I chuckled, and shook my head. “Yeah…but I didn't say anything about love. I said I love the sex.” I told her. She wiggled her brows at me. “I didn't say I wasn't talking about sex.” She replied.