Intimacies A Novel Novels & Stories

Everything. We are mates. How could she take another man without conscience? I have been faithful to her ever since we crossed the threshold of intimacy. I was going to sacrifice everything for her. I chug down a bottle of whiskey and it burns as it goes down. It leaves a fiery trail blazing from my throat to my stomach, but I welcome the pain. I chug more, the raw heat of the alcohol is barely a match for the rage and betrayal seething inside of me. My eye are red-rimmed, filled with torment as I stared into the fireplace. The image of Yeri, immodestly draped next to Collins will haunt me for years to come. I remember the details of how her gown had slipped down, exposing her undergarments

Intimacy first—then hand holding, hugs, sweet words, pet names. But what they shared wasn’t about duty or legal convenience. It was desire. Real, raw, and deep. Every time they touched, she fell a little further—and she knew he was just as caught up as she was. It was like something etched into the soul. Permanent. Inescapable. "Call me whatever you like," she said, turning her head away. A warm kiss landed on her cheek, followed by a low chuckle. "Why are you so damn cute?"

“Yes. Your life. Your… love life.” Clarissa nearly choked on her sip of tea. She laughed, wiping her mouth with a napkin. “Well, that’s new! What brought this on?” “I don’t know,” Tessa said, looking out the window. “Lately, I’ve been wondering about things I haven’t allowed myself to think about in years.” Clarissa leaned in, suddenly softer. “You mean men?” Tessa nodded. “Romance. Intimacy. Being touched without it feeling like a memory I’m trying to escape.”

I can feel the orgasm building up in my stomach, and I realise this is the first time I will have an orgasm with the help of someone else, I am very good at making myself come, but I have never been with anyone this intimately. His other hand scoops my other breast, and I can help to moan his name loudly. He pulls away, and I look into his eyes, and they are dark, dangerous as if he is about to lose control. He stands up and walks to his trousers retrieving a condom. I smile internally as he thinks the same as me. A child right now would be crazy. And I don’t know if he is clean, hell I know I am.

I went out of m y room, and the first thing I did is t o glance towards his room. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him looking smoking hot in a black tux with his hair perfectly jelled . He was already looking at m e, as his eyes ran up and down o n my body. A shiver ran down m y spine when he intense gaze kept lingering on m e. Okay...so don't tell m e that we were checking out each other!! I turned around and locked m y room door securely and put the key i n my clutch. But doing all this thing, I can still feel his burning gaze on m y back, which is completely nacked till m y lower back, just above m y hips.

Lately, Scarlett's frequency of renting luxury goods had noticeably dropped. There were piles of branded boxes stacked around her seat, and even the latest model of phones and computers adorned her desk. One day, Scarlett was playing music through the Bluetooth speaker in the dormitory. She took her phone into the bathroom as she showered, seemingly chatting with someone. Suddenly, from the speaker, SIRI's mechanical voice began to read out messages: "A Mercedes AMG from Downtown asks, 'When can I see you, darling? I really want to see you, baby.'"

Shortly after, I was back in the car with Richard, alone with my thoughts again. It was not long until I remembered how messy my life still is. The moment I had with Ashley made me feel like I had a normal life for a second. I had such an intense desire for intimacy that I didn't mind if Eric cheated, as long as I convinced myself that he loved me. I got back to an empty house. Aunt Claudia stepped out most likely. I laid down in bed with my eyes fixed on the ceiling. The feeling that came with knowing I was single again didn't feel quite right.

Twenty-nine days. My chest tightened. Everything seemed to be falling apart at once. And somehow Albert Craig sat right in the center of it. A man I'd never met. A man whose assistant kept contacting me. A man who apparently knew enough about my family to make me question everything. I hated mysteries. Especially when I was the one trapped inside them. By eight-thirty, I was at my studio. Technically. Mentally, I was somewhere else entirely. I opened emails, closed emails, started sketches, and abandoned sketches. My concentration was nonexistent.

he says and my mouth drops open at hearing the polite and kind man I’ve known for almost nine years saying the dirtiest things to me. “Oh my God, Theo. Yes!” I cry out as his hand drops to my nipple and tweaks it just as he spins his hips in a circle and his pubic hair drags along my clit. “Fuck!” I cry out as my orgasm washes over me and forces my eyes shut. He doesn’t stop thrusting, continuing to fuck me through the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had as he chases his own. “Fuck, it’s too much, Theo.” “You can take it, baby. Take me. You’re doing so well.”

“Ok, mr. Macho man, second best.” “Let me get you cleaned up then, princesa, and we could go.” She gives me a look, a strange look I don’t know what to make of, but still lets me take her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom where I undress her completely. But before I actually run a bath for her, I put her on the counter and eat her out like a starving man, because I really am. I am starving for the taste of her body. I am ravenous for the sounds that leave her lips every time I flick my tongue over her clit or my fingers push inside her. She comes again in minutes, her fingers squeezing my hair, and again, my name on her lips like I hold her entire essence at the palm of my hand. It’