Hot Topic Sweet Society Novels & Stories

But the truth my family was faaaaarrrrr faaaar away from the common family category. My sister was the golden princess, while I, you guess it, was the black princess. She was the blonde straight A's, cheerleader captain, the perfect socialite my mom ever wanted and I was the purple haired dare devil, the emo, the worse socialite my mom ever dreamed of. So yeah.

He knew her temper and once she got angry she could kill him without a second thought. Don't get it wrong Sabrina was sweet but when she got angry the world would suffer. After saying those words he gave her some ice cream to calm her down and it always worked every single time. "you are lucky you know that." "Anyway how is you girlfriend. When can I see her again." Johnny was her partner in crime. every time they were together she felt carefree and relaxed around him. She looked at him and hoped that he could live a happy life. ***FLASHBACK****

"Eighteen years." My eyes darkened at the realization of what the answer she just gave. of Eighteen freaking years of street life? Such suffering? How did she survive and make a living? Perhaps she was prostitute. Goodness knows how many diseases her little body is hosting. My mind was going places quite farther than expected. But who wouldn't think so! I found my self getting taken over by disgust once again. She could have begged rather than serving her body to men. Filthy whore! Was that why she was asking me for a drink? Was she trying to make a sale by having me here with her? No way in heaven was I going to sex a filthy whore.

He groans, sweating profusely. "Ouch! Ohh...evander...too sweet" i moaned out incoherent words as the ecstasy threatened to tear me apart. I wished to call him romantic names but he wasn't mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my eyes rolling at the sweetness of his dick. I realized that I missed having sex more than I thought. Mostly this passionate and from someone who makes my heart skip.

Jake's thrusts were deep, his pelvis slapping against her ass, the sound echoing. Samantha buried her face in the sheets, biting the fabric to muffle her screams. Elena's hands roamed up, pinching her swinging breasts. Jake leaned over, his chest hair tickling Samantha's back, and whispered, "You feel so good, sis. Been wanting this forever." The taboo of everything going on sent a shiver through her, heightening everything.

That was probably the most melodious sound a woman could make. My name was Michael Jones, and I had tied the knot not long ago. Once, my wife's sister, Annie Larsson, came to Geordan during her summer break and temporarily stayed at our place. In the height of summer, she wore a thin camisole and tiny shorts every day, not even bothering with a bra. When she walked and sat, her breasts always looked perky. Her thin waist was enticing to look at, and her round, soft butt was always arched in a seductive curve. No man could keep his thoughts straight, especially not someone like me, who was both bold and dirty-minded.

"Let's use each other." I raised my brow and nod, exactly what I expected her to say, these ladies just never seem to surprise me. "Yvonne." I put down my glass and face her. "We are like business partners here, you and I are singers, you know?" She nodded and I leaned back on the chair. "To tell you the truth, I don't love you." "Then let's pretend we love each other." She told me without hesitating and I exhaled softly, who wouldn't want to date a popular man, even if it was all acting and a lie.

I say turning to his sister. "He'll be fine, he still treats me like I'm 10 years old." Susie says rolling her eyes dramatically. "And he always will." Kathy says. And we all nod, having an over protective big brother sucks. "So what's next?" Chrissy asks. "The next activity was my idea." Laura says excitedly. "Yeah and it might be my favorite." Maya says while I watch them with a questioning look. We drive downtown to a shop, actually a sex shop which should actually be closed but they had called earlier and planned everything so someone was waiting for us with champagne, shots and Jell-O shots by the door.

Maleah states with a pat on my back. Even if working at Sweet Perfect is not where I saw myself going, it feels good to have something to do. I’ve always enjoyed working with Maleah. Sweet Perfect’s catering is in high demand. Maleah does a lot of work for very important people in the city. Over the years that I’ve worked at Sweet Perfect, I’ve helped cater to some pretty prominent people. I’ve even met a few. I rocked all of those jobs. Too bad that my personal life is such a mess.

Mitch says while looking for a escape. While looking around I notice 6 different doors including the purple door. There's a pink door that says "Don't Be Afraid to Express Yourself" weird. A Blue door that say's "Let's Get Wet". A green door that says "Get That Money". A red door that says "Sexy time Only" oh now I'm intrigued with that one. The final door is black saying "Let Your Fantasies Out". I seriously need to check these out once I'm good with Mia again. Before we can pick a door to go through the lights go out except for a single spotlight on the MC for the night "Alright everyone we have a real treat for you guys. We have a few young ladies that want to feel sexy since their men ha