Hot Chick Problems Novels & Stories

"When, not if, but when you're with Mom, it will make you both very happy. She'll get what she has wanted so badly, and you will have your little problem solved." "Problem?" I asked. "Right now this cock and bull story is my only problem." "No Matt, you have a little sexual problem." Chris said nodding in agreement with himself. "Like I said before what if Trace never grows up? What if she keeps wanting loving vanilla sex?" "Well, maybe she'll..."

Cheryl sighed and looked off into the distance, her brown eyes taking on a far-off look. “I can’t wait to write it,” I answered and snickered. It was going to be so much fun. “I’m already thinking of titles.” “Hot men fall over themselves to get in on polyamorous love,” Kim teased and moved her arms out as if following the headline. “Men desperate to prove how big their dicks are, get them out to prove it,” Cheryl joined in and we all laughed at that one. “It’s that bad,” I answered with a nod. “I’ve got so many dick pics on my phone now I could start my own website.”

Six years into our marriage. Derrick Stratton cheated. We hadn't made out in three months, not even once. They say if your husband's not touching you, he's probably busy with someone else in bed. I didn't wanna believe it—until tonight. He was in the shower. His phone buzzed. Local number. No name. It felt off. "Hello? Who's this?" There was silence on the other end. Then a click. They knew who I was.

she replied as I went straight to all the drawers to open them. Vickie let out a weak sigh as she watched me while I searched through every single file I touched. Then she approached me. “This is the third room I've shown you and you haven't found anything yet.” “Yet…” I replied, giving her a hopeful smirk but that moment, she took hold of my right wrist, causing me to pause. “What if someone else sees us?” She whispered, “Maybe a maid or Claire… or even Audrey.” “No one's gonna know,” I said as I placed my hand on hers as I assured her. “I promise, you're not going to get into any trouble.”

I let her talk me into it and I do have to admit that it was a kick. I never knew a group of women could be so potty mouthed. They talked about their husbands, boyfriends and lovers and compared cock sizes, got into arguments over whether or not size mattered and discussed who was good at eating pussy. I got a little pissed when in answer to a question on cock size Lily said that her husband was kind of small (I know that seven inches isn't huge, but it isn't small either) and that someday she might cheat on him just to see what a big cock would be like. That brought a chorus of "Oh you should try…" and the girls named off guys that Lily worked with. The Lily turned to me, "What's your opini

She can tell a stranger about her fertility issues but you can’t even tell your husband about yours? “This is their fourth in six years. Miles is only six months old.” Libby gave her a droll stare. “FYI: Channing is blaming the cherry bombs for her current state. Said she got home, got naked with Colby and neither remembered a condom.” Domini couldn’t help but laugh. “If it’s a girl, I hope they consider naming her Cherry.” A beat-up Suburban pulled up. Carter McKay exited the driver’s side. A tall, muscular guy Domini vaguely remembered from Colt and India’s wedding reception sauntered around the front end of the vehicle.

"No. That's literally a crime. If she calls the cops, you're toast. Just—trust me. I'll run the sting." Felicity wavered, but my ghost white face must've sold it. "Fine. What's the plan?" I took a breath. This hotel felt wrong—every inch of it made my skin crawl. Heart racing, I forced myself to chill. "Let's just go home. There's a million ways to bust cheaters. If we show up and they freak, what if you get hurt? "We can hire pros—cameras, audio, the whole thing. Once we've got the receipts, we blow it up and ruin them for good."

The skimpy bottoms of her bikini completely covered her with no stray hairs, so she must be neatly trimmed or shaved, he thinks. "Short hair or long?" Jennifer asks, rolling her hips to massage him with her slippery aroused pussy. "Long." Chuck answers, closing his eyes as he envisions his daughter riding his cock. "Under thirty?" Jennifer asks, rocking faster and setting a rhythm that moves her closer to the first orgasm she's had on her husband's cock in a long time. "Yes." Chuck pants, thrusting his cock in rhythm to his wife's gyrations. "Under twenty-five?" She asks, wondering about the young blonde who's helping solve her sexual problems.

I never planned on getting involved with a married man, especially one like Silas. His sleeves were rolled just enough to show strong forearms, and that kind of man always came with problems. I had already dealt with too many. I was working two jobs and running on caffeine, barely staying afloat. One of those jobs was at Hot Chickens & Co., a greasy little chicken shop that always reeked of oil and smoke. That’s where I first saw Mr. Silas.

' 'I thought we could use a hot chocolate. 'I've heard of cigarettes after sex, but never hot chocolate.' 'Maybe it could be our thing.' She puts the mugs down, undresses, then climbs back under the covers. 'For it to be a "thing", we'd have to do it more often,' I point out. She flashes a wicked smile. 'I assume you don't have a problem with that?' 'Absolutely no problem at all.' I shake my head in disbelief. 'I was supposed to get married four days ago.'