I'm Mister Lover Man Novels & Stories

He took his time making sure I get my pleasure. I think I cried a few times from the sheer feeling of his passion, I felt so happy and overwhelmed. Simon is an amazing lover. He makes sure I feel each and every stroke he gave me. I love how his fingers grip me, it’s like he’s trying to anchor me to him. He has such power in his body but he uses it so gently. He’s a master at controlling it too. He made sure to give me just enough, so I’ll ask for more.

“L-Lover.” Hell. Why am I stammering? It’s just… a man. But he’s no ordinary man. His presence was already enough to melt me. “Well, would it be more beneficial to you?” he asked in a low tone as he looked at me intently. “Once your parents know you have a lover, won’t they stop bothering you about the marriage, then?” “No.” I shook my head. “They would rather kill you than let me call off that marriage.” “Oh, they’re that ruthless and persistent?” the man asked with a smirk. “That reminds me of someone I know.”

“I want you.” I still don’t understand. “Like… all the time…?” “Anytime I can have you.” I lower down my silverware and lean forward. “Be clearer, Miles. What do you mean?” “I want you, Esther Owens, to be my lover. And I mean that in any and all ways that you will allow.” His face is dead serious. There’s no teasing here. But what does he mean by lover? Does he mean a girlfriend? Would we go on dates? Or does he mean something more physical?

"You fucking monster! Hurting your own kind, just to protect one of them!? Freak lover!" Freak lover? I glanced back at Lord Ingálvur who gave me a thumbs up, mouth slurping down more blue raspberry. His head was still on backward. Oh great, would not be the first time someone had mistaken the nature of our relationship. Hopefully, it would be the last.

10 HOURS EARLIER TIME: 10:00AM 🎶🎵🎶🎵 MUSIC 🎷 🎶🎵🎶 "You must remember this a kiss is just a kiss a sigh is just a sigh The fundamental things apply As time goes by And when two lovers woo They still say "I love you" On that, you can rely No matter what the future brings as time goes by Moonlight and love songs Never out of date Hearts full of passion Jealousy and hate Woman needs man, and man must have his mate That no one can deny It's still the same old story a fight for love and glory a case of doing or die The world will always welcome lovers As time goes by Moonlight and love songs Never out of date Hearts full of passion Jealousy and hate Woman needs man, and man must have his mat

Bare-chested, sweatpants slung low on his hips, eyes as enchanting as ever, as if he already knew why I came and he took as his mission to entice me. I'm a fool. My lips part involuntarily, eyes locked on the sculpted planes of his chest like they have a will of their own. My breath catches. Words scatter from my brain like startled birds. I can't speak. He's used his damn voodoo on me again. "Girl, slam those divorce papers in his damn face right now," Lola's voice snapped in my head, loud and fierce. "He's got a mistress pregnant and he's out there searching for his bond mate, while you-you're just the third cargo on his damn wheel."

“Mister said that he didn't have a girlfriend last time and he wants Mommy to be his girlfriend, but why is he getting married to another woman?” Travis was upset. “Mister is a big liar! Uncle Matthew is a big liar as well. I’ve already called him daddy, but he doesn’t want us now!” Christina carried his tiny body in her arms. She knew that her son longed for a father’s love, and he always wanted a father. If he knew that the mister on the television was his dad, he would be very disappointed.

He may be the same age as my father Me: excuse me mr, I'm a little distracted The mr: no, it's okay, me too I'm head in the air I say nothing and I go to the bathroom, on my return I see him sitting near my table Me: I'm sorry again Mr: no don't worry Something tells me that this man will be perfect for my mother lol Me: are you single? The mr: I'm a little old for you I think Me: no I don't speak for myself, just for my mother The mr: ah I understand, I have been single for 1 year now, I lost my wife in an accident Me: ah I'm sorry, I lost my father too and I can say that I understand your pain The mr: what's your name? Me: Ashley and you? Mr: Louis Me: Louis uh sorry but how would you like

I am roused from my sleep by the soundtrack of a motion picture. I've only made it through one round, but I'm already so exhausted that I can hardly move. Mark has started playing Sweet Home Alabama, and I believe it is approximately halfway through at this point. I turn my head to look at the man I love, who is hiding his identity behind a mask so that he can be here with me.

She loves Zach’s stares. Footsteps rustled in the hallway as Sam wiped her wet cheeks. Her hearing must be muffled, and Sam didn’t even see if it was Ethan. The moment she stood up, her feet glued to the place. Stacy Lazaro, her ex-lover’s mistress, stood there with Zach’s parents, Zara and Zoren Gonzales. Sam still has a decent attitude. She bowed down her head to Zach’s parents, even though Sam knew something bad would happen. Either she can receive a slap on the shoulder, a pull of a hair, or a hurtful word that’ll stick in her mind forever. Sam sighed.