Male Version Of Minx Novels & Stories

Amelia flashed a fake smile before Maximo could say a word. Maximo smirked, licking his lower lip. “I have not seen such beauty before, Megan. I am wondering if I could have her.” He licked his lower lip again, and Megan smacked his hand. “You can’t flirt with my friend, okay? She is a good girl.” “Oh… I like good girls.” “Not your kind of good girl,” Megan cautioned, and he smiled mischievously. “Excuse me, Megan, I would like to use the restroom.”

As usual the club house bobbled up with music and women and men drinking, dancing and doing all sorts of things. Nate came out dressed in panties, his d*ck showing almost visibly in the panties. He wore a mask to hide his face from the public. His sexiness tripled and he was like a demi god. A man took him to the center of the club house and he climbed the stage to the pole Immediately the women saw him, they started screaming out , drooling at his hotness, some panties getting wet immediately. A new music started and he started moving his body on the pole, swringling his legs sexily on the pole, making his dîck jump in the process.

I turned away, hoping to catch a glance of another aspect of the club but he turned the seat back until I was facing him. “You don’t look away when I’m talking.” “And you don’t talk to me like I’m a child,” I countered. “Who the hell do you think you are?” “I suggest you bring your voice low, people around here can get off from hearing you.” I swallowed hard. I understand I walked into a sex club but what the hell is with their vocabulary? “MF is male and female. MFF, one male, two females, and FMM is one female, two males.”

… But, finally, dazzling long legs in heels made their move… “Are you planning to play shy and watch me all night? Or will you invite me for a drink?” Showing off the bourbon glass, the male figure dressed in female-like garments asked, and Ryan couldn’t stop thinking how his shoulder-length hair suited him very well as he couldn’t remove his eyes from the said locks framing the other man’s face. … It would be a long night, but not one minute of it would go to waste if he got the chance to have him in his arms…

Golden even when he was being filthy. I stayed in the booth, nursing my drink, the bass thumping through my veins. The anger from dinner was still there, simmering under the surface, but the alcohol and atmosphere were dulling the edges. My eyes scanned the club lazily. Then I saw him. On one of the smaller side stages, under shifting teal and purple lights, a male dancer moved like liquid sin. Lean but toned body, pale skin that glowed under the neons, messy dark hair falling into his eyes. He wore nothing but tight black shorts that left almost nothing to the imagination and a harness across his chest. Every roll of his hips, every arch of his back, every slow grind against the pole — it h

There was still a little romance left in him. As they walked across the fourlanes towards arrivals, he muttered, “I heard that thought you just had awhile ago, and yes, I’m still romantic and your knight in shining armour.” The joke calmed the festering tension between them. Mr Ming was the only Asian man clad in a shorts, slippers and a sleeveless shirt with a hoody. He looked like a gangster. Dominique became cautious of him as the hairs on his neck stood up, and his blood ran instantly cold.

I was having a rough day and I saw this 'pretty blonde' and thought it couldn’t hurt. Man I was a dick. I should've come straight home to you and have you instead. But I'm human. I messed up. And it was my worst decision yet. The next day I woke up and tried to leave, but Mia was acting so odd. She started crying, saying things like men always use her for sex and leave. I tried to let her down easy, and I told her that I had a girlfriend. She asked me to be friends, and I thought it couldn’t hurt.

He holds a similar energy just like his father's but I refuse to be intimidated by him. "I don't want to have anything to do with you, clearly you're nothing like the girls I like. You're simply not my type". he smirks as his grey eyes scan me, more like checking me out. Oh I definitely know how to deal with cocky jerks like you! "The feeling is mutual Mr..." I try to remember his name "Nathan" he completes "Nathan" I repeat. You can't be my type, you're too old for me, what are you like, 30?"

“ Hey, Maximo is here to see you, “ Corinna said, looking all flustered. That was the first time I had see her blushing. “ Send him in, “ I said. A while later, Maximo entered. He was wearing a suit, showcasing the tattoos on his neck. The first few buttons on his shirt were undone, giving me peek of the tattoos on his chest. “ Maximo, what a surprise? “ I asked while leaning back on my chair with a pen in my hands. He smiled and propped down on the chair he looked behind him with a smirk on his face. “ You have a sexy assistant, “ he remarked as he brought his green eyes back to me. It was no secret that Maximo was a playboy. He slept with a lot of women and he had a good reputation in that

I need to be a real woman and there are plenty of hot guys in this place, don't panic I know you won't but I fully intend to. She was not wrong, they had never seen so many toned muscled torsos on the gorgeous hunks that stood around the club. All the men seemed to be well over six feet tall and stunning-looking, there wasn’t an ugly guy in the place. Mylene was American, and like most of them she was confident and outspoken, with rich glossy brown hair that hung almost to her waist and matching deep chocolate eyes with a perfect hourglass figure, she had guys drooling over her wherever they went.