I Fell In Love With A Striper Novels & Stories

And in that brief exchange, without uttering another word, Chris understood. "Shit, can't believe I lived to see the day where Adrian Sterling would fall in love," Chris said, breaking the silence, his tone back to being teasing, but also respectful. He leaned back into the chair, his gaze still fixed on me, as if he were trying to read my thoughts. "You really love her, don't you?" I wanted to reject the idea, to rail against it. How could I have fallen head over heels over someone I had met barely a month ago?

I made love to the incredibly hot as fuck as a stranger. And then he was not the stranger anymore; he was Tyler. Tyler, the man I fell in love with. Tyler, the man I shared a bed with. Tyler, my lover. Tyler, my partner. Tyler, my fiance. Tyler Moore, the hot as fuck stranger, the man that I love, the only man that I will ever love. And it is over The moments are memories, and they are memories I will never forget. Tyler will never be forgotten, and he will always be felt, felt deep in my heart, a heart that will only ever belong to him.

The male stripper entwined himself around the pole, his chiseled body coiled like a serpent, his muscles rippling as he arched his back, and his hips swiveled in a hypnotic rhythm. I joined the crowd squealing with delight. “It seems you are enjoying the fun. Do you like him?” Sophia teased beside me and I chuckled, taking a sip from my alcohol. “It's not that. I mean….” My voice trailed, my eyes were glued on his chiseled chest and I felt my heart skip a beat. He is my ideal type of guy. “You were saying…” Sophia sang in a teasing tone, making me chuckle. I gulped down the whole alcohol content in my cocktail and squealed instead of responding to her.

she asked, I stared at her for a moment , her lipstick was perfectly drawn on her full lips, but it was nothing like Ivana's. “No.” I slid her a folded crisp $100 bill, the kind that made people’s eyes soften “I’m not here for conversation.” She took the hint and walked away into the crowd. I ordered whiskey and drank it in one full gulp before the ice could even clink against glass. Two strippers walked towards me, all curves and practiced sexiness, one had hair like spun gold, the other inked sleeves down her arms. They laughed at something I didn’t hear, their hands sliding over my shoulders, my chest. Their touch should have done something to me, it should have sparked a little heat, eve

Remembering how my last life ended, my eyes turned red with anger. “I’m not going. You can go if you want.” My boyfriend, Sebastian Cano, frowned when he heard that. “We’re all adults now. It’s just a strip show. What’s the big deal?” “Quit acting innocent.. You want to go just as much as we do. You’re just putting on that good-girl act so everyone will beg you to come along.” I looked at Sebastian’s face. I could barely hide the hatred blazing in my eyes. In my past life, he was the one who had found those ten men.

I whispered at last, the words so soft they barely felt real as they left my lips. He tilted his head slightly, studying me, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and something darker, as if he were weighing the truth of my confession. His voice dropped, low and unfiltered, more honest than gentle. “But you work at the club as a stripper, right? You don’t have a boyfriend. Or were you trying to keep yourself?”

My life is just so pathetic. But how could Henry do that to me, I have loved and trusted that bastard. My mind trailed to the handsome stranger that gave me the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. Although I’ve only Slept with Henry but I never knew there was more to sex, I had a real orgasm multiple times that I lost count, the ache between my legs reminding me of all that. Whoever this guy is, he has spoiled me for other men, just thinking about it made my pussy wet.

The first thing I step into the world of being a stripper, I tell myself that I would never experience being in a wedding because no one will take me seriously but this guy came into my life. He was a very annoying person that I’ve met in my life, but also, he was the only one who accept me for who I am. we fight a lot and we never talk properly because we always end up pissing each other but underneath those fights I know he was the one my heart wanted. We both grow up in this world, we’re love never really existed, but sex does. Being a stripper makes me realize that I will never be loved by a man because I’m a whore, who sells her body to survive teh cruelty of life.

He stared at me as if I was a glowing star in the middle of this room, and it made me want to give him every drop of pleasure a man could feel Lying there, wrapped in the dim and the hush, of the bed with Luca’s hands around my waist my thoughts crept back in spite of myself. The brothers. The note. The past was knocking at my door. “You know, back then when I was still the irresponsible kid, I visited a club and there was this stripper,” My body stiffened at the mention of the word ‘stripper.’ “She made me feel seen without knowing it” he continued. “I'm sorry for speaking about another lady when we just made love,” he sighed. We made love? My cheeks flushed a bit. “This night just kinda re

He simply watched keenly, I made some provocative movements to enrage him but he stood calmly. After I was done dancing, I went backstage expecting him. I was ready to discourage him from taking me as his mate. Although I spent the whole day thinking of him, I couldn't allow myself to be immersed with this Alpha. Especially with the thought that strippers can't be loved. As soon as I noticed the other strippers leaving the makeup room, I knew he had come. “Can you see? I won't stop dancing even if I become your mate,” I said as I turned to face him.