Himym Book Novels & Stories

the only reson im even watching this show is because I can't find the remote and I don't want to move. After last nights little "brattying out" as Damien called it I was told no ice cream for two weeks and got my ass turned red, trust me when I say I love it when they all show me their domanince, at first I wasn't sure about it because well I think ive had anough abuse for a few life times but once I found the book and also did some research i understood that its not about abuse, and once I opened my mind to it I found myself craving it more.

he added with a faint smirk. Adam closed the book halfway again, but like before, it wasn’t to stop, it was just a pause. “Yeah… this one’s all impulse,” he murmured. “No control, no structure… just heat.” He looked down at the pages one more time. Then nodded to himself. “Alright… what’s next?” And he turned the page. ______ Episode 5 – Threesome

Claire's heart hammered. Did he mean the book? Or her? He walked around the desk and stood right in front of her. She swallowed as the desk loomed between them like a fragile barrier. "Which part got you so into it?" he murmured, voice low. "Don't-just put it in the bin," she said, cheeks burning red. He chuckled-soft, knowing. "Come on." He opened to the middle. Claire bit her lip as he cleared his throat. > "She trembled against him, velvet heat pooling as he slid inside her, her breath hitching on every slow inch..."

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

“Tell me more.” I swallowed. My tongue felt thick. “I think… the book is honest about how desire can feel dangerous. Not just to society, but to the self. Once you let it in—once you name it, once you act on it, you can’t pretend it isn’t there anymore which changes the way you see everything else. Even yourself.” He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin, studying me with that same focused attention he gives to a difficult passage. “And have you ever let it in?”

Depends on how you take his character;)) Do check out my other book "NOT MINE" it is a dark romance and contains all sorts of things, you readers might love to read (evil grin). It may not seem dark at first but it'll fuck with your minds later. That book is complete.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

When the call ended, she let the phone fall on the bed, Her body trembled, this time not from Tristan but from the fear and dread eating at her inside. End. ⚠️ Reader Alert: Things get wild, the following chapters after this contains LGBTQ+ romance, harem/reverse harem dynamics, and explicit sexual content including gang bangs. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed only if mature content is okay for you. (Sex With My professor) The lecture hall hummed with low chatter until the heavy iron doors swung open, the sound cut through the room, pulling every eye toward the man striding in. Professor Ethan Metch.

He pushed off the car, straightened his coat, and slipped back toward the house without looking back. And there I stood trembling as I looked at the vacant spot that had been filled from before. The city lights were blurring by on the drive home, and I was caught somewhere else in my mind. Over and over again, his voice echoed in my head. That night never happened. But I knew better. Secrets have a way of rotting from the inside out, after all. How long before this one slipped out?

I ask Amber-Rose in a whisper shout, not attempting to pay Judith any mind. "People who have sex for money," Mackenzie whispers back more obnoxiously. I gasped, "You said the S-word!" I whisper-shout and she rolls her eyes at me. "I'm not a...slut though," I state towards my friends rather than to Judith "Look at your short skirt," Judith says in disgust, making me peer down at her outfit seeing her much shorter skirt. "I'm wearing shorts under mine and what about yours?" I clarify, "And that's literally a dress code violation," I point at her skirt and my friends hunch over in laughter while Judith's cheeks burn red