Might Guy Talking Novels & Stories

another one adds. “Enough! I’m doing my rounds. No cheating, and please finish your conversation about blue dicks before I return.” “We want to know more about Moon’s dick, so be prepared,” another says as I walk out. I’m smiling because this night is going much better than I prepared myself for. I check in with Jose and Rack, who are fighting laughter. “You have sound in that room, don’t you?” “We do, so please don’t talk about the boss’ dick if at all possible.” This comes from Rack.

“I want to spar?” Laughter echoes around us. He’s laughing. The men lifting weights are laughing. Even the man in the glass office is cackling. Haha. Not funny. I might not be able to knock him down since he’s taller than Ben and I haven’t practised in a while but I can get a few punches in. “You want to spar?” The guy says it slowly like I have trouble understanding English. He is bald with a build and height that reminds me of a basketballer. “With who? Me?”

"It doesn't matter who approaches. It's about the conversation that follows." "Well, in that case, no. I haven't had a lot of experience in that area." I realize I'm fidgeting, bouncing my knee against his. I force myself to be still. "I - I mean, I don't exactly have men fighting over each other to talk to me." Admitting that to a guy who could be an underwear model isn't exactly easy. "But you could. It's all about the presentation." He drops his hands from my shoulders, and suddenly I feel as if I can breathe again.

"Well, you better lose that when you're with him. What turns anyone off is being prudish in bed. Listen, friend, he's an experienced man, much older than you, and he's crazy about you. Don't lose this!" "I'll remember everything you told me." "If you need anything, just talk to me and I'll help you." Manu smiled gratefully. Soon Virginia and Catherine arrived, and we had our video call with Mel and Tess. We all had news to share and it was a really fun conversation.

I add, not breaking eye contact with him until he does it first. He clears his throat. Not like there was anything to clear, though. Just his jerk attitude at work. “I already told the police who I am. As for the rest, what do I say, huh? I just wanted to have the privilege to have a talk with the great Gia Wilson—the one and only queen of music! There is no harm in that, right?" Finally, the jerk opens his smelly mouth. A talk with the great Gia Wilsons, my ass! Is he trying to be funny?

Esmerelda As Jaxson and Micheal leave the room, the rest of the guys, all six of them, start talking. And I can't help but feel awkward. This was supposed to be a business meeting, and I was not expecting the guys to start talking about their personal lives. Or rather their love lives. I listen in horror as they go back and forth, talking about the different women they have hooked up with and their different kinks. At least that's what I am assuming are their kinks. The things they say are not the normal.

“He’s just a guy. A really, really hot guy. Who’s great with kids.” Groaning, I buried my face in my hands. “This is going to be a problem.” “Who are you talking to?” I whipped my head back to see Kulan leaning against the door, hands in pocket, a cup of coffee in hand. He looked like someone out of a magazine, his his buttons opened at the top, his muscles stretching out in his shirt. Yeah…this was going to be a big problem.

I leaned in to listen as the discussion began. A man, known only as "Mr. D," began discussing recent market trends. He was relaxed, almost chatty in his demeanor, but with undertones of purpose behind every statement. "We need to be prepared for the next turn of the market," he said. "Money is flowing, and opportunity follows. It's a matter of timing and who has the flow."

The high-profile men had stood up and started speaking with each other; their croaked laughter echoed across the room as they engaged each other. I received a message from Mr Alessandro. "Could you please hold on? I need to speak with someone." I looked up from my phone and I signaled to him with a nod that I got the message. He left the conference room with some men while I kept sitting. From the corner of my eyes, I could see some men who seemed to be in their thirties, and then one of them approached me. "Hi." He raised two of his fingers at me as the remaining were holding onto the champagne glass in his hand.

“Trying to drink yourself into an early grave?” I turned. The guy standing there looked carved out of mischief. Dark hair, sharp grin, normal eyes that still managed to be magnetic. “Maybe I am,” I said. “Cheaper than therapy.” He leaned in, voice smooth. “Or, you could try talking to someone who actually listens.” “Yeah? What next, you'll ask me to confess my sins?” “Do I look like a priest?” He stretched his arms, showing off a lean frame under a black shirt that clung in all the right places. “Trust me, I specialize in sins, not forgiveness.”