Hot Chick Problems Novels & Stories

Tears streamed down the moment she saw him. "This was our love nest. How could you? How could you do this to me?" "Chris …" The woman who had just exchanged harsh words with Carol now leaned in Chris' embrace. The woman looked at him pitifully, asking, "Who is she? Why did she hit me as soon as she saw me?" Chris tightened his hold on the woman's hips. Smirking, he spoke up, "Don't you know her? She's the famous hacker, 'S.'"

Both of them chuckled and just continued sitting there. Meanwhile, Chichi was in her condominium unit, having sex with Christopher. Christopher was always visiting Chichi as he was feeling so addicted to having sex with her. They were already in round two. Christopher was on Chichi’s top. They were both naked. “I am about to enter now, ugh.” Christopher grunted as he closed his eyes and put his big dick inside Chichi’s pussy. “Ahhhhh! Christopher!” Chichi screamed as she felt Christopher’s big dick entering her pussy. “Argh, ahhh, so wet, Chichi!” Christopher mumbled. He then started moving as his thrusts were slowly first. He opened his eyes and had eye contact with Chichi whose mouth was o

“But you can only touch us with your fingers ... nothing else! Got it?” Chuck, to be fair, wasn’t quite all there at that moment. Four naked breasts were like some drug. Call it Marijuana. When two naked pussies were added to that, along with the knowledge that he got to play with those two naked pussies, it was more like mainlining heroin. He didn’t collapse and die, though. Sex isn’t a deadly drug. Not at his age. Which is how Chuck ended up with the middle finger of his left hand hooked in Matilda’s pussy, and the middle finger of his right hand hooked in Betty’s pussy, while both young women bucked and groaned, naked, on either side of him.

"The sound of pots and pans reminds her of her ex-husband smashing things and getting violent." Despite everything, I still ended up cooking a full spread for dinner. I only did it because I didn't want to let Bella down after she expectantly asked that afternoon, "Will Daddy eat dinner at home with us today?" At the dinner table, Daryl Vance wrinkled his nose. Edna Moore immediately lowered her head and leaned in to ask, "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick?" He didn't say a word and stared at the honey barbecue ribs instead. Those were Bella's favorites.

Rider said with a slight bow. ​The silence that followed was deafening. Even the music seemed to dip in volume as if the club itself were holding its breath. Darius let his gaze sweep over our faces, his expression impossible to read. "Rider," he started, his voice deceptively smooth. "A few days ago, I saw you harassing this young lady. And here you are again, today, harassing her. Is there a problem? Or do you make a habit of bothering women who can't defend themselves against you?" ​Rider cleared his throat, trying to regain some of that arrogant swagger he loved so much. "No problem, Uncle. There’s no issue here. Zara is my mate, and we were just having a little argument. You know how th

She answered, "Maybe… Maybe it was because of that film Celeste put on earlier. It's been years since I watched any, so it just got me into the mood all of a sudden." Celeste also smiled upon hearing that. She smacked my bottom gently as she responded, "Your husband is amazing indeed. You should really take better care of him at normal times. What if someone else sets their sights on him?" Bella replied, "Him? No woman will set their sights on him." After she said that, the three of us burst into laughter. We spent this night sharing in laughter, and we didn't wake until noon the next day. … We had three whole days of fun in Zamia. After exploring the city during the day, we would return to

But the walls weren't exactly soundproof. "It's been seven days and you still don't have the equity transfer papers? How long am I supposed to babysit Bree? This week's been hell. She keeps throwing up blood—if she's gonna die, she should just get it over with. And now the doc says there's a six percent chance she might bounce back? Six percent? Please. Just die and save me the hassle." I let out a deep sigh. My nose burned. I felt hollow—just completely wiped.

I muttered to myself, drinking from my cup. "Which of the bastards?" A lady walked towards me. "Hey" I smirked, checking her out. Her big boobs, perfect curves and huge butt. 'Damn, doggy style would be perfect' I thought. 'No, I already risked the relationship between my wife and I, I can't do it again' "A friend of mine" I replied. "Ouch, that sucks" she pouted, taking the vacant seat beside me. "So, how many bastards are on Earth?" I said, trying to start a conversation.

Seraphina “What kind of concerning?” Dominic straightens, immediately on alert. “We found elevated levels of misoprostol in your system.” She looks at me directly. “It’s a medication used to induce labor or terminate early pregnancy. Did you take anything? Any medications? Herbal supplements? Anything at all?” The question doesn’t make sense at first. Then it does, and the implication makes me cold all over. “No.” My voice is too loud in the small room. “No, I didn’t take anything. I would never—”

she replied before rolling her eyes upwards. I watched her jerky movements as she arranged some plates and utensils on a tray. It wasn’t new news that Kat was having guy problems. I grinned at her while I wanted to tell her that I understood her pain. My life had been storm after storm of bad guy problems. “Want to tell me about it?” I asked. “No. It’s over and done with. I’m all up and ready for a new guy. Hopefully, he’s mixed in with tonight’s crowd,” Kat said as she eyed the crowd on the floor.