Hot Coeds Novels & Stories

"She seems unsatisfied." Crew chuckled, then reached for my hand. I backed away and gave him a look. "Just wanted to check to see if you have a CTR ring on." "I don't." "So you don't have to Choose The Right? You're not a Mo-Mo?" "A Mormon? No. Why?" "Just wanted to know what to expect. They tend to be a little prude—" "Pretend I'm wearing the ring." I cut him off. He laughed. "Gladly. As I was saying, they're either prude or nymphos, and I like those odds."

You will only get hurt," said Kyra. Tyler laughed. They went through the hallway, where Halloween designs were on every corner back then. Kyra smiled as she watched the props the committee put up. "What happened to incubus and succubus? Are they gone? Because it's like they just turned into dust from what you did, and then they went with the wind." said Tyler.

After catching Aria, Nathan, and Sebastian making a sex tape, I was disgusted. However, I didn’t tell our parents after they promised to delete the video and never have sex again. Aria and I started spending more time together. I was home most of the time, watching them, wanting to prevent them from having sex again.

I can’t look away from his heavy, dripping cock. “This was my idea. Not his. I saw a sexy twink all alone and offered him a little company. That’s all. He was just minding his own business, waiting for you guys.” A little company. Is that what they call it here? Cole folds his arms and glares down at Micah. “So, you’re saying you just happened to end up in a hot tub with a big-ass cock in your mouth? You think it’s funny to drag your teammates to a place like this just so we can watch you blow some dude?”

Right now I need to get Shelby home and out of my fucking hair so I can work. "What's the word on the street with the hookers?" I ask instead of giving away anything. Her eyes darken. "Refer to them as prostitutes or women. The word hooker is condescending." The guard in front of us snickers. For Christ's sake, they sell their bodies. She's a fucking do-gooder. They're worse than criminals in my book. "What's the word on the street with the women?" I ask between clenched teeth. Shelby shrugs. "Some crazy guy is killing honest working women. He stabs them to death in some ritualistic manner after drugging them," she throws out nonchalantly.

Dax Including six women and one prospect, there are twenty-two of us. Two members didn’t show. A side room off the main area has a table where the club officers usually meet. It won’t hold everyone we have here tonight, so we’re set up in the main room. The men are restless and the women appear their normal strung-out mess if you don’t count Red. The women start at around twenty years old. There have been younger ones, but it was bringing heat to the club, so Fox started sneaking the young ones in for gangbangs. They were anywhere from sixteen and up and he’d hand them drugs and send them on their way when the brothers were through with them. That’s never been my scene. I like fucking women,

When I'm down to my underwear he takes the rest off and starts the hot tub. The water is warm and no one else is around. Just us. Two forbidden adults spending the night in a hotel. Two adults wanting to spend time together before fall break ends. It's the last night of fall break and for a few more moments we let the fantasy continue. The dream we are living today is a fleeting heart ache tomorrow. His career and my student enrollment can go fuck themselves tonight, tonight I am making love to Blake Oakley in a hot tub. The bubbles are foaming and the champagne is sweet to the taste. Blake and I are naked. The hot tub is in the shape of a heart. I climb on top of Blake and start riding his

Skin on skin. Our cocks pressed together—sliding and grinding against each other. The friction was maddening. Warm shivers ran down my spine as I arched towards him on the bed. The intense frothing between our sweat-slicked bodies nearly took my life. I nearly died for ecstasy. Our bodies slid against each other with his hard chest rubbing against mine. His mouth was busy on every part of my body—sucking, biting, hickeying. He was just focused on leaving marks on me that burned and throbbed.

Hello Monday. I hate you and Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday too. I opened my locker while jumping a little to the side to avoid whatever was going to pop out of it today. Today nothing popped out but there were loads of condoms inside my locker along with a note saying “Whore!!!”. Well, I guess this isn’t the worst Monday that I’ve had. Where can I donate condoms…? …

Unable to remain silent, Shaun asked, "What other women?" "The club whores," Saskia said with an evil grin. "The hotties who hang out there in hopes of catching the eye of one of the Koba boys. They're looking for a good time, drugs, gifts, that sort of thing. They want to get set up in an apartment, be the arm candy." "Koba boys?" Saskia nodded. "Yeah, Jozef and his team. You know, Halil, Havel, Terek, Nikolay. Even Karl gets attention, and he's like, old. Basically, anyone who lives or works with us is considered cool by association."