Hookup Culture Book Novels & Stories

Sex could be just sex, but to me, it was an invitation into my life. I liked to keep my life locked down. Very few people were allowed into my inner circle. I wasn’t a saint by any means, but a hookup with a woman in a back alley or at her place was not the same as spending time with her, talking with her, and talking about myself.

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.

Not because I wanted to be here or I missed Kanpur but because Ruchika asked me to. This morning when she called me, I prepared myself to hear the endless complaints about Vansh about how irritating he is. But what happened next and what she told me, was completely not what I expected. For a moment I wandered if I heard it right but it was. She explained me how she grew a bond with a Kanpur guy over social media, in just a month. They were so comfortable with each other that she did not hesitated to share her photographs everytime he asked. They would have late-night calls and she had started to love him. But that was not all.

"I was trying to figure out what gift to bring to the business dinner. You told me books made better impressions than wine." "They do. And it worked, didn’t it?" "I still have that book. 'The Art of Listening'. Ironic, given how much I talk these days." "You don’t talk too much. You share. That’s different." Adam smiled again, the weariness of the day slipping away as her words wrapped around him. "So... what happens next?" Sandra asked. "Next," he said, "we prepare. I’ll send you a few things. Some reading material about pack culture. The full moon isn’t just a big furry party. It’s a spiritual thing. A time of connection."

Sara His cock always tasted crazily good. That was why I kept coming back for more. I would say I was slowly becoming addicted to it, which isn't a good sign. He's Layla's father. Layla's my best friend. Someone I shouldn’t even have a dirty thought about. I had betrayed her and didn't even feel that guilty about it. And even now, with her downstairs, I couldn't think about anything else but getting pleasured by her father. Carson gripped my head tighter, shoving his cock deeper inside my mouth.

Pretend I’m just another girl at a party. Marcus dares Gwen to shotgun a beer. She does it like a champ—foam dripping down her chin, cheering when she finishes. Everyone claps. CK watches her with that small, fond smile, but his knee is still pressed against mine under the table and it still sends a shiver down my spine. Steady. Unmoving. Every time I shift, he follows. I don’t pull away anymore. Someone truths a guy about his worst hookup story. The table howls. Shots go down easier. I take another—bad idea, but the burn feels good. My head swims pleasantly. The room tilts just enough to make everything dreamy.

"A connection for us finally." "What the hell are you talking about?" Ren poked between her forehead. "The rings are a connection. Our bedroom is a connection. Hell, the taste in books are a connection. What else do you want?" "I.. well cultivation we didn't have one." "Because we fight differently. Whoopee do. Of all the stupid things." Ren rolled his eyes not wanting to say anything else really. "If this little thing broke you, I need to reevaluate some plans." *Yank!* Melinda grabbed Ren in a death grip.

God, what sort of punishment is this? You brought in a hot lady from your church and placed her in my household. You already know that I'm addicted to sin. Is this your way of telling refraining or encouraging me to continue? Bryce thought to himself as she looked down at her puckered lips that was in a frightened pout. They looked so inviting. This woman had turned him into a patient battling with insanity. He hasn't had a decent sleep in ages and the worst part of everything was that he hasn't screwed anyone ever since she made that open declaration of being friends.