Mineta Hot Novels & Stories

“But isn’t it better if he’s a smokescreen until things cool down?” “Smokescreen?” Camille scoffed. “Zoey, he’s not some C-list rebound. He’s Sage Reginald. An A-list actor. If anything, the attention will triple.” “Still safer than Christian.” I argued stubbornly. She’d just clicked her tongue, giving me that look only best friends can pull off:equal parts pity and judgment. “If you ask me, I’ll always stan Christian. But if you insist, hun… just be careful.”

Elena It takes several minutes for the trembling to subside. A deep cold, having nothing to do with the air conditioning, replaces the searing heat of his body on mine. I slide off the desk; my legs immediately give way, my hands having to clutch the smooth wood to keep from collapsing onto the floor.

His tiny caged cock, locked in a pink steel chastity cage for four straight months now, leaked constantly whenever she even whispered about her plans. It was Cindy’s 29th birthday. She had rented out the entire top floor of an exclusive rooftop club in Manhattan that catered to the city’s most discreet high-end swingers and kink community. The venue had a glass-walled penthouse suite overlooking the skyline, complete with a large circular bed platform in the center, multiple couches, a fully stocked bar, and a raised stage area with spotlights.

I reached up and put my fingers under her jaw. The skin there was hot. I'd touched a lot of women in a lot of rooms and the temperature was always the first thing — colder or warmer than you expected, never what you would have guessed — and Mina ran hot. She had a Southern mother and a Northern father and she'd come out of that with skin that put off more warmth than it should. The pad of my thumb sat on the soft place under her ear, and her pulse was there, fast and shallow, and I held it for one beat longer than was decent.

I have major 7 working centres all over the world. One in each continent. I own many 7 and 5 starts casinos and hotels all over the world. These casinos easily turn my black money into white. These businesses are for the world to see. Inside i run my own world. I supply submissives to the richest people. Everyone have there kinks and most of them loves to Fuck and kill. Woman are best for such business. Easily broken, my work is to break the woman emotionally and sell her on high rates.

She brushed back her long straight hair and stuck her tongue out jokingly at her friend. Makayla swum to them, hoisting herself off the pool and sat next to Natalie. “Girl, you do look hot in that bikini.” She leaned back, squinting. “I haven’t seen it before, is it new?” Natalie sighed. “Yes. It’s by a new designer. This is from her exclusive collection. I picked it up after my hair appointment. I thought a certain someone will be here, but…” she glanced at Mark, who was nonchalantly standing by the penthouses’ sliding glass doors. “Alas, he’s not. I haven’t seen him the whole day.”

Maya’s POV I woke up in the small dark room with my phone full of notifications. The screen lit up again and again. My hands shook as I opened the messages. Tabloids had my name everywhere now, headlines screamed about the masked party video. Pictures showed my face clear, my dress high on my thighs. Pleasure written all over me. Comments called me terrible names. Gold digger, whore, office slut. I read some and felt sick inside.

Nicole stood under the warm shower, her eyes closed, allowing the water to cascade down her face. But despite the relaxing sensation, her mind was elsewhere. The image of Liz kissing Gage kept replaying in her mind like a broken record. She tried to shake it off, to will herself to forget, but it was stuck, refusing to budge.

Lee tease me and laugh. I smile to her. "You know if you are someone else, I will beat a shit out of you but you are my best friend and yes she is beautiful but HER BEAUTY IS ONLY FOR MINE"

she moaned as her eyes fluttered shut. She gasped as soon as I tugged the robe open, the cold air tickling against her bare skin. I was right, she had nothing underneath, except a tiny pair of panties. They were dark blue, sexy, and silk. My fingers toyed with the sides, desperate to pull them off, as her fingers reached for my shirt.