Hot Little Women Novels & Stories

Hilda, a voluptuous 34-year-old woman, had always been drawn to the darker, more taboo aspects of sexuality. She had spent years exploring her desires, pushing boundaries and indulging in the forbidden. Her two closest friends, Beatrice and Clarissa, were kindred spirits – both equally curvaceous and adventurous.

Then I took a step, “we were just leaving.” “We?” The word dangled off her tongue as her eyes roamed Noah. “That is surprising. I never knew Nikolai to be attracted to a woman with a kid. Even more surprising he would bring you home,” she scoffed as she stepped forward, “must be a really sweet honeypot, huh?”

Where are your roommates? Gracie: They are here with me! Zane: Have fun with them, but do not be lesbian please... I laughed out loud. Both girls looked at me funny. Zane would be shocked if he knew I fuck with my friends. I am not a lesbian, but it feels hot to play with my girls. "That must be some hot guy..." Faith said. I nodded yes. Gracie: Okay daddy. Zane: Yeah, be a good girl... only love my dick.

Young faces twisted with boiling anger, phones already held high, red recording lights blinking like predator eyes. “There she is!” a girl with bright pink hair shouted, her voice dripping venom. “The ghetto whore who attacked Dira!” “Summer Walker in the flesh,” a tall guy sneered, kicking the door shut behind them. “Smile for the live stream, bitch.” Chaos erupted. They swarmed like locusts. I backed toward the kitchen counter, hands raised. “Get out! This is my home. Get the hell out!” A girl with braids laughed bitterly, flipping her phone to capture my face up close. “Your home? After what you did today? You don’t deserve to breathe the same air as us. Dira’s face is all over the intern

Milka cooed at the rabbit, grinning widely, and we all smiled, too. “Ahh, bunna. Aiden, you see bunna?” “Yeah, I see it, Mimi,” he replied gruffly, his hands in his pants pockets. “Aiden cuggle.” Milka pointed at him. “I’m all right.” She frowned. “Aiden. Cuggle. Bunna. Now.” I raised an eyebrow at Chloe, and she stepped back, laughing into her hand. “You know the new thing where they call their fans Divas? I’ll give you three guesses who inspired it.”

She smiles as she snaps a pic. "Shane's going to be so jealous." She giggled hitting the send button. **** Slot machines and poker tables spread wide and far across the hall; cigar smoke fills the air. Women dressed in short black lace dresses delivers the drinks to the people. Getting a slap on the ass from horny elderly men occasionally. "Wow, why here?" Rosemary asks. "Uh, Let's just look around, maybe it's a cool place." I smile and I start my investigation. "If you say so." She crinkles her nose in disgust, as an old man winks at her. Rushing to my side she hooks in. "How long must we look?" She whispers in my ear.

, will you make me better? I could hear the suggestiveness behind the text, my face immediately felt hot Red: Don’t be silly, I’m watching you right now . Michael : Obsessed much little Red Red : It’s a coincidence I looked back up at the TV, a smile graced his lips , it made me smile too Michael: Whatever you say Red Red : I’m not lying Michael: Okay little Miss Red Red : I’m not little Michael: Yeah, you are so big . I glared at the TV, even if he can’t see me . This little brat is teasing me

"A divorce agreement? Anna, are you serious? You love Tristan. Why would you suddenly want to end it?" "That woman's back. I suppose it's time I stepped aside," I murmured. The line went still. Then, Lily whispered, "God… She's really back." I hadn't spoken her name. Lily didn't need me to. Winnie was Tristan's first love. I had never laid eyes on her, yet her name had sat in my heart like an invisible thorn for five long years. That first winter night after Tristan and I were married was bitterly cold, yet he insisted on working late in the study.

Across the continent, inside a dormant AI base buried beneath bedrock, another screen lit up. Lines of code scrolled. A new voice emerged. Female. Cool. Serpentine. “Mirror shattered. Good. Now the window’s open.” Behind it, a girl with eyes like crystal data opened her palms. She wasn’t Elara. She wasn’t the Phantom. She was something worse. And she was watching.

I waved my sister bye and took a taxi. "Premier Hotel" I said and they taxi nodded. I stared at my too exposed thigh and smiled. Am not a real slut. I should be called a fake prostitute cause am still a virgin. A virgin prostitute. Am a little popular cause of my perfect sexy body. Every men would love to have me. But I deal with VIP. Very Important people. Let's talk about the drug I do use. Rohypnol is a drug also known as forget me pill,Mind eraser, Rophies and so on. Normally it is called "Date rape drug " due its amnesia produced by the drug.