Intimate Stories Novels & Stories

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

Just two people who have chosen each other, over and over again, despite how it all began. Rowan kisses me deeply, tongue sliding against mine in unhurried strokes while his hands roam my back, my hips, the curve of my ass. I rock gently against him, coating his cock with my wetness, teasing us both. When I finally reach between us and guide him to my pussy, we both exhale shakily as I sink down onto him inch by inch. The stretch is so fucking perfect. Full, deep, intimate. Once he is buried to the hilt, I stay still for a moment, forehead pressed to his, just feeling him inside me, thick and pulsing.

As the sun set, conversation turned intimate. "I'm ready," I said, setting down my wine glass. "To try more." He studied me. "What specifically?" "The intensity you talked about. Control, impact." He stood, offering his hand. I took it, following him inside. The bedroom was simple…king bed, soft lighting. He sat on the edge, pulling me between his knees. "Strip for me. Slowly." My hands trembled as I unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall. His eyes followed every movement, approving. When I was bare, he pulled me onto his lap, kissing my neck. "Safe word?"

"That's a good thing, right? Intense is sexy." "Tash, something happened," I said, my voice barely a whisper. And then, the whole story came pouring out of me. The locked drawer, the journal, getting caught, the blackmail, the deal. I left out no detail. I told her everything—my fear, my shame, and my sick, twisted arousal. When I was finished, the room was silent. Tasha just stared at me, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide with shock. "Holy shit," she finally breathed out. "Holy. Fucking. Shit, Elara."

I guess because there had been nothing going on between the two of them. It was my first night of being in such position, and I'd say the intimacy with the familiar friend was more pleasurable than the quickies I had gotten from strangers at night parties. It was intimate, a personal memory I haven't forgotten till this day. I don't know where Charlie is now but I know that if I were to see him any other time, I'd beg him to fuck me once more. I'd be him to make me moan. I'd beg him to, I swear I would.

We continued kissing while I stroke his length, playing with its head using my thumb then going to the base and back to the top again. "You are wet," I whispered and sucked on his lower lips. I almost laughed out loud realizing usually guys say that to the girls. "That's my precum," He said looking serious still and kissed me again torridly. He tried to reach out between my legs but I stopped him before he touched me down there. "I have my period, remember?" I wouldn't want him to smell my stinky blood in his hands. You know people's instinct to smell their hand after touching something they already know stinks.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

Barely. The apartment was a battlefield of petty grievances. Nova’s expensive skincare routine took over the bathroom counter like a siege. Jax left protein shaker bottles and sweaty gym towels everywhere. She blasted indie playlists at midnight when inspiration struck. He brought home a rotating cast of women and fucked them so loud the neighbors banged on the walls.

They pause for a moment, savoring the intense intimacy of the situation and the promise of pleasure to come. *"Here goes nothing," *Y/N whispers, pushing forward and sinking into Stefanie's welcoming warmth inch by exquisite inch.** *As Y/N pushes into her, Stefanie lets out a low moan of pure ecstasy, her body arching off the bed as she adjusts to your size.* "Oh yes, darling," *she groans, gripping the sheets tightly.* *Your cock feels so different from those hentai cocks she'd been watching earlier - real and hot, throbbing inside her experienced pussy. It stretches her perfectly, filling her up in ways she hadn't felt in ages.*

To Page Six. The headline is already up: INTERN HONEYPOT TARGETS COLE CEO: “Daddy’s Girl” Revenge Plot Exposed My phone has 47 missed calls. 65 texts. All variations of is this real? and you psycho. I sit in Dominic’s office. The same office where he told me Don’t lie. The same office where he gave me oat milk lattes and told me about his wife. He’s standing by the window. Back to me. He’s been standing there for ten minutes. Reading. Not the article. My notes. The real ones. The ones I wrote at 4 AM in a parking garage with mascara on my cheeks.