Naughty Notion Novels & Stories

Neil retorted with an air of assuredness. Naomi's heart swelled with hope. "Dad, please, share your plan." Neil's grin was sly. "It's not as simple, my dear. Imagine, we find a few disheveled souls, and we orchestrate an encounter where that girl... Do you think Jared's pristine sensibilities would be drawn to someone so tarnished?" "Dad, you're brilliant! Why didn't I think of that?" Naomi marveled, envisioning the scene where Julia would be subjected to the indignity of harassment by the destitute.

Nyra Honestly, I should be freaking out right now. Exhibitionism? Yeah, not exactly something I’ve ever pictured myself doing. I mean, I’ve never even thought about having sex in front of other people, let alone actually going through with it. But knowing this is one of Caleb’s fantasies—that he trusted me enough to share it—some part of me wants to give it to him. To give myself to him like that.

The woman was Blake's mother, Connie Hallswell. She had separated from Blake's father years ago, and by chance, she was now in the country. Blake once shared with me that Connie would behave promiscuously right in front of him when he was a child. She made it clear that the only thing that mattered was living well. Morality and ethics were nothing more than empty concepts for people in their world. I looked at her but said nothing. She didn't care, of course. Without a word, she pulled out her phone and made a call. Not long after, someone arrived with a woman in tow.

"I'm a goody two shoes and I'm a prude and I like to do my homework and I absolutely definitely don't know how to be friends with all around bad boys and ..." "Well, if you don't know how to be friends with a wanton because you're a good girl—" He lays emphasis on wanton, a word I'd used randomly many days ago in his room and I visibly swallow "—then there's only one solution. Welcome to the wanton train, good girl. Hope you enjoy the ride." This is what I get for not keeping my mouth shut.

I said to him "Damn, I'm sorry about that" He said to me "It's fine. That was in January" I said smiling "Why don't you have a boyfriend Malcolm?" Nathan asked me "Because I'm picky when it comes to boyfriends" He said "You're good looking, sexy, and you're very great to sleep with. You seem like a good person underneath this facade of the twink who gets around. You have low standards in some of the guys you slept with because I swear to God they are disgusting which proves you only slept with them for a quick release. I believe you can do better and I don't mean find a good guy in a relationship then try to seduce him. Not all guys are like your psychotic ex boyfriend. You have to give some

"Haven't you heard? Mr. Golding prioritizes love over business." "That's no ordinary woman. She's like Cleopatra." "It's not as if there aren't plenty of women to choose from. At this rate, Golding Corp is doomed." To say these people respected women was a lie. They'd treat them as playthings. But if you thought that they looked down on women, that wasn't true either, as they believed that women had the power to bring a nation down to its knees. The government official reviewed all the submitted proposals without showing any signs of satisfaction.

I picked up my phone and took a wild picture of myself. I took three pictures. The first picture was a full picture of the entire robe, the second was me showing a peek of my boobs, and the third was the worst. I snapped my lower body with a peek of my pussy flashing at the camera. I did it on purpose to use it later to taunt Calder. I was going to make him beg. Cassey and I were both ready. We went straight to another suite that was already decorated for the party. The door opened, and we stepped inside. It was decorated with a pink "Last night as a single mom" sticker on the wall.

Nova's PoV: The underground gallery in Bushwick was packed, but my corner felt like its own little world. My name is Nova Kane. Twenty-six. Broke artist surviving on black coffee, cheap ramen, and sheer stubbornness. Tonight was supposed to be just another attempt to get my work seen — three large canvases hanging in the back, dark and raw, painted with so much heat that people kept stopping longer than they meant to. I’d never painted anything this sexual before. I remember how many times I hesitated before finally finishing it.

No one, not Vincent, not God himself. I was used to watching her from a distance, it was nothing sexual, she was just Vincent’s assigned little daughter. One that he was supposed to watch over until the time came. But Angel, she was a naturally born slut, a cock tease, and one moment she’d been a little girl in my eyes, and in the next, I found myself wanting to bury my cock into her, hard and deep after I’d caught her masturbating by the garden, yes, that day in her bedroom hadn't been the first time I'd caught her creaming herself while moaning for Vincent.

"Well, no. I still don't trust you. I need you to wire me a hundred before I talk." "Okay, fine! I guess I can afford that." Nathan eyed her, and pulled out his cellphone. Few minutes later, he showed her his debit. "So, can you spill the milk now?" "Suzanne has a girl child." Naomi let it out immediately without mincing words. "What?" Nathan asked after staring at her for a full minute. Naomi nodded, smiling. "Isn't that crazy? That slut." "How did you know about this?" Nathan asked with a suspicious look in his eyes.