Jules Gloryhole Novels & Stories

She looks so uncomfortable. I sip my beer and munch popcorn, ignoring the woody in my pants from imagining that it's Quincy and me on the screen. When all else fails, insert humor. "Man, he's really going at it, isn't he?" "Would you shut up?" She laughs and smacks my arm. "This is weird enough without you making jokes." "Sorry. I'll just sit here quietly while we watch the non-porn." She rolls her eyes but smiles anyway. Two hours later, Jamie and Claire have gone at it multiple times, all while gallivanting through eighteenth century Scotland, dodging the horrible British soldiers.

The last time she had received such a flood from Lafitte it had acted like a cleansing enema that washed all of her bowels free of unwanted deposits. Gloria was playing with Marcy's aroused nipples. She suckled them searching for a taste of the human woman's essence not for any desire of human milk. Before she was selected to be a member of Lafitte's band, Gloria had been a working girl in Mama Leone's house of pleasure in the Quarter. An unexpected pregnancy and an unfortunate loss of the baby at birth had left her with a pair of lactating nipples for more than a few months. The teenaged girl had quickly been drafted for those kinky patrons who had an interest in the pleasure of suckling a

I sit on my couch and look out the window at the January street below and feel the weight of the choice I made years ago sitting on my chest. I was sure I made it for him back then. I don’t know if I entirely believe that anymore. (Piper) Julian is on my hotel sofa eating room service when Gloria calls me. It’s completely unfair that he gets to continuously stuff his face, never sees the inside of a gym, and still has a tall, lean physique. I take the call in the bathroom because Julian's excitement during other people's difficult phone calls is intolerable. Gloria’s voice is flat in the way it gets when she's holding back some big emotions.

Zain said and walked past her straight into his room Juliet felt a little puzzled, she didn't know what to think "he's been having mood swings lately, I just hope he's fine" she muttered to herself and went back into the kitchen to continue what she was doing Jane got inside and pulled on her heels, she changed her clothes as well and wore baggy jeans and white tank top and flat slippers, she might not have expensive and luxurious clothes and accessories but she still always looked beautiful in whatever she wore She took out her phone from the purse and scanned through it, it was already past four and Gloria had already called her four times, she dialled her and it went straight to voicemail

“We can eat whatever we want!” I couldn’t help but smile. Although Jules’ choice in food wasn’t what I would have chosen, I was grateful that he’d stepped in to look after my kids and that they were having a good time with him. Hazel had to go back to Blue Moon Crescent and Gladice was still gone. If not for Jules, I don’t know who would have looked after the children. “He’s not very good at cards, though,” Billy laughed. “He never won. Not even once.”

The look of surprise on her face suggested Zayden hadn’t imagined the setting in front of him. Dhara was actually glowing with a slightly bluish tint. “Impossible!” Jules gasped, her eyes almost as wide as saucers. She pushed the chair back with a jerk, the poor thing overturning behind her. “You found it. But how… how’s that possible?” “Found who?” Zayden glared, unable to peel his gaze off Dhara. She was glowing, like a moon goddess herself. “The divinity never fails to amaze me,” Jules chuckled maniacally, tears of awe glimmering in her eyes. “I can’t believe she actually exists.”

"Jules?! What are you doing? Use the front door like a normal human being!" Jules stood up, brushing her messy blue hair out of her eyes. She looked intense. She looked like she had just climbed a mountain, which, considering my window is on the second floor, she basically had. "The front door is for people who aren't currently hiding a massive, world-ending secret," she snapped, crossing her arms. She looked at me, then at the empty space under my bed. "I saw the Goodwill truck leaving your neighborhood when I was driving over. Why do you look like you're about to vomit?"

“Let’s go, trouble.” We follow Tank up the stairs to Julius’ private office. The office itself has giant windows that allows you to oversee the club, the room itself is soundproof to all outside the room. We walk in and Julius stands as I enter, holding his arms out to his sides like he wants to hug me. He better not f*****g touch you. Lucifer growls. “Anna Croft!” Julius folds his hands over his heart. “Be still my heart” I roll my eyes at his corniness. “You’re heart doesn’t beat.”

The three dots danced on the screen. Declan: why? what happened? Jules: just went to a guys place to get my cherry popped and he refused to put a condom on Declan: what???? tell me you didn’t do it Jules: of course I didn’t Declan: remind me again how this is my fault Jules: you told me to find a rando to fuck and I did and now I have no money for food He sent a GIF of someone tilting their head in confusion.

The cabin smelled like pine and old woodsmoke the second we pushed the door open. Jules kicked her boots off in the entryway, leaving them in a messy heap like she owned the place already. “Jesus, finally. I thought that drive was never gonna end.” Her voice was low and rough, the same tone she used behind the bar on Friday nights when she was cutting someone off. She stretched her arms overhead, the hem of her black tank top riding up to show the line that curved along her hip.