Hedonism Stories Novels & Stories

The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them. Would that it would happen for real, thought Elliot desperately as he considered ordering another drink. It didn’t look as if she was coming in tonight. Two small beers later, he felt the urge to visit the men’s room and as‘he trudged wearily in its direction, he decided that once he’d dealt with his natural function, he’d cut his losses and leave. When

My hips ground against his hands shamelessly as if my body was begging for a release. He bit into my ear, making my whole body quiver. “You come when I say you come, not before.” Tears gathered at my lashes as he pushed me higher, fingers pumping into me until my climax was just on the edge. I was seconds away when he pulled out of my completely, leaving me gasping, knees threatening to give out. The bastard smirked down at me. I whimpered, humiliated but needy. Then I heard it, the sounds of heels clicking on the pavement. A woman’s voice filled the air, laughter carrying in the air. Adrian’s eyes glinted with something wicked. His hand slid back between my thighs, fingers thrusting into me

"Stepbrother? Oh, yeah, Collins mentioned that. But you guys aren't blood related or anything, right? I mean, no big deal if something happened. He's hot, and you two live together. Stuff like that happens in movies all the time." I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and I reached for a bottle of water on the table to buy time. As I leaned forward, I felt more of his cum shift inside me, leaking out slow, and my pussy clenched hard, sending a jolt of need through me. God, why did talking about him make me so wet? I hated how my body reacted, nipples tightening under the thin bikini top, visible now if she looked close. "Nah, nothing like that," I said, taking a sip. "He's just... Haiden. Always

Stranded, no rules? Thea laughed, sipping her water. “Wild. You gotta get creative to survive.” Jon raised an eyebrow, sitting beside her. “Creative, huh? Sounds like a story.” Adam grinned. “Let’s just say we kept each other… entertained.” Nate chuckled. “Oh, I bet. Spill it.” Thea leaned back, a familiar sparkle in her eyes. “What happens on a deserted island stays on the island, right?” Jon’s gaze darkened, intrigued. “Not always. I’m into stories like that. Ever try an orgy? Threesomes, foursomes… gets the blood pumping.”

"There's no story." "Oh, I disagree." She waves the polaroid in my face. The image had developed now—Simone's face half-hidden, but my profile is clear. "Damien Adams, tech philanthropist, fucks a stripper raw in a strip club. He calls himself daddy and begs her to cum." She tilts her head. "Your shareholders would love that." I remained unfazed. "This is illegal, whatever you publish would be taken down." "Who said anything about publishing?" She steps back, tucks the Polaroid into her tiny clutch purse. "You know where to find me."

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or, you know, life. It’s okay that he’s talked incessantly on the drive to the hotel about his new business idea. The one that has no actual plans attached to it and consists of “well, weed is legal now in some states” and “I know some guys.” And it’s okay that even at thirty-eight, he’s still so good-looking that the clerk at the front desk looks like she’s in a bit of a daze from his focused attention. I know the feeling, sister. It’s how he got me pregnant at sixteen.

Loving it. The invasion was swift and brutal, stretching her already sore ring of muscle. A sharp cry was muffled by the cock fucking her throat. Full. So full. She was packed, a triple penetration that stole the breath from her lungs and any coherent thought from her mind. Her body bowed off the bed, a silent scream of overwhelming ecstasy. “Look at that,” someone whistled. “All three holes stuffed. A perfect fucking gangbang slut.”

I touched myself through the denim, my mind replaying the way he’d growled my name, the way his massive cock had filled me until I thought I’d burst. I was a mess. I was a traitor. I was my brother-in-law’s dirty little secret. And as my own hand worked against my aching cock, I realized the terrifying truth..I wasn't just trapped. I was addicted. I was a soft, pretty little bitch who had finally found the one thing he was truly meant for…to be ruined by a man who shouldn't even be looking at him. I came in the silence of my room, a weak, shaky release that left me feeling more hollow than before.

Roberto looked at me smiling, and then he said to me: -Yes Dani I understand because, I am in the same case, I have my wife two children and I do not want to leave my wife, as well as I do not want any commitment. -Well, having said and clarified this, we enjoyed our dinner. Between jokes, superfluous conversations, touching and kissing, yes, the dinner was very nice, then we went to a motel, it was just sex and nothing else, but the time we spent together was wonderful, it had been years since I felt so beautiful and desired as this time and really, it feels great, my morale went through the roof, I felt very happy, the world was wonderful, Damian and I were getting further and further apar