Me And My Boyfriend Book Novels & Stories

A basin of cold water came crashing down over my head. I jolted violently and snapped my eyes open. My head throbbed as if it were splitting apart. My body was tied to a chair so tightly I couldn't move, and it took a long while before my mind finally cleared. "You're up," said the man I had dated for five years, Norris Chapman. He wore that familiar, gentle smile. Just a second ago, I had been at his house, sharing a Christmas Eve candlelight dinner with his family. So, why was I now tied up like this and locked inside a small, dark room?

“Three years ago, I even let you marry her, and I also let you live with her from that day on. Even after she found out about our relationship, I still let you have sex with her. Do you think it would be a big deal for me if I let her stay at your place for just one night?” “…” Noah looked stunned at his boyfriend's question. He knew that his boyfriend was not the type of person who would scream or curse when he was upset or sad. On the contrary, his expression and tone were still ordinary, but his words always managed to pierce other people's hearts. At this moment, Noah felt like his heart was being pinched by invisible fingers after hearing what his boyfriend had just said.

And then, he landed himself behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and his touch gave me the chills running through my spines but I enjoyed it. “Make yourself comfortable. We are now different from what we were yesterday,” he said. “So, that means you…you are my …,” I stuttered. “Boyfriend! Yes, I am your boyfriend and you are my rightful girlfriend here,” he said as he rubbed his hands on my shoulders. I had never bath even with my friends together. Not even with my best friend. But washing ourself together was making both of us so much comfortable with each other.

The memories made with Daffa are so beautiful, help Aiys forget the traces that were painted. "Aiys, help me," sister Amel's voice broke Aiys's reverie. Amel, the only sister Aiys has is currently studying in college. "Yes sis," said Aiys. "Why long answer? Move it these books into the cupboard!" Aiys saw a pile of books that rippled the river, starting from Bobo magazines, magazines down and down from little Amel. "Everything is neatly arranged, don't mess it up," said Amel with a tucked hips.

My pussy fully exposed to him. Only Liam is not my boyfriend. Actually I'm worse that girl. I'm the side piece that sneaks around in the night with her best friend's cousin's boyfriend. He licked my clit until it was so swollen I felt it throb in my chest. He fingered me slowly making me cum over and over. With every orgasm I could feel my body release so much tension I collapsed and fell asleep when he finally let me breathe. I closed my eyes and sleep hit me like a derailed train.

Over time, my secret crush on Marty slowly twisted under layers of restraint and endurance. From simply wanting him to acknowledge me as the older one, to now—wanting him to kneel at my feet and call me "Master." … On the last day of military training, a fox beast-man from our year suddenly awakened as an incubus. The entire crowd erupted. My best friend poked my arm and pointed at a boy in the distance who was shyly trying to hide his tail.

And I came—without touching myself—watching my boyfriend's dick disappear into another man ropes of cum spurting and painting the door to the closet, my dick twitching and humping against it (I hoped yall enjoyed it… wait in anticipation for more like this…. I’ll be uploading the book as soon as my editor and I are on board…. Which is soon, watch out for JERKFOLIO … yeah pretty weird title but I kinda like it . I’m also sorry for the slow updates my sweet loves, exam had been taking a toll on me, I won’t be done until this month ends but I’ll definitely be uploading a lil bit here and there I love you all for sticking with me till now… I really do)

Ruth said, and reached across to squeeze Liam's hand on the table, and I thought, distantly, that my own sister was currently holding my boyfriend's hand with more enthusiasm than I had all week. "You're all too kind," Liam said, and did the thing where he ducked his head slightly, humble, charming, the exact performance that used to work on me too before I'd watched him do it so many times I could recite the choreography. He turned to me then. Slid his arm around the back of my chair, rubbed his thumb along my upper arm slow and warm, the kind of touch that was supposed to say I adore this woman to a room full of witnesses.

"Especially now. Because this is real. No more pretending. No more lies. Just you and me and whatever we can build from here." I kissed him because words weren't enough. His hands slid under my shirt. "We should probably eat something." "Later." "We haven't left this apartment in two days." "I know." I pulled his shirt over his head. "I don't care." He lifted me onto the kitchen counter. "You're going to hate me when we starve." "Worth it." We made love there, fast and desperate. Like we were still proving something. Still claiming each other against a world that wanted to tear us apart.

A faint red lipstick mark was left on the straw after Melissa Somers took a sip from it. However, Hayden Potter, my boyfriend, didn't seem to care at all as he took a huge sip from the very same straw. Noticing my gaze, Melissa said with a smile, "I hope you won't mind, Selina. It's just that the two of us have been best friends for so many years that it's become a habit." Before I could respond, Hayden stroked her hair and said, "It's fine. Lina isn't that petty."