Perchance Sexy Novels & Stories

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

he said and closed his eyes slightly as he sniffed my neck down to my chest, not realising the strange and hot effect he was having on me. My body trembled slightly as he took a sniff at my body and his warm breath crashed on my skin. Being close to him ignited a burning desire that I thought had died for a long time. The feeling to be marked and mated. “Why do you think committing suicide would solve your problems?” He asked with a cold look on his face and I looked away silently. “It's a good thing that I followed your scent and came here on time before you kill yourself,” he muttered silently.

She couldn't expect people to get flirty with her if she didn't look sexy. Dex had to see her being a slut but getting people to loosen up was going to be difficult with Donna's boring rules in place. She was going to have to tread carefully, but all she really needed was the right opportunity and the right person. She knew that she could be devious if she had to, as long as Dex got a sexy pic or something of whatever she did. Texting Jack from Dex's phone earlier was a prime example of her slutty antics. She considered grabbing Dex's phone to look, but then just decided to ramp up the playfulness and text Jack from her own.

I asked, nevertheless. “Sex. Rough, hot, and passionate sex.” He smirked, danger dancing in her eyes.

deliciously dangerous, I want to have sex Alina! Get in girl.

It was all Sebastian's fault; it was his fault she was like this. Freeing her right leg from her underwear, she placed her left leg on the bathroom wall with her skirt hiked up. And so, she put two fingers into her honeypot, slowly at first, but soon, she picked up pace, her head lolled back, her eyes sagging even more. She clamped her lips together to prevent any suggestive sound from slipping out. Oh, how much she missed being rammed. It was a pity, Harris was off-limits. He might find her disgusting if she tried to seduce him. Perhaps she should consider getting a dildo...at least it would be better than nothing...right?

Ahana The Tuesday after the party, I am trying to study in the library,but my I*******m feed distracts me. Tayo has uploaded pictures from her birthday party, and I smile at the images of Chris and I. We hadn’t deliberately colour-coordinated our outfits, but the peach mesh mini dress I wore and his rich burgundy shirt make us look picture-perfect. In all the images, I have a large grin on my face while his eyes are doing most of his smiling, our chemistry palpable, confirmation to anyone who does see them that we are a bona fide couple.

Because I’m scared I’ll actually like what I find. By the time I make it back to my apartment, it’s nearly 1 a.m. I strip out of my clothes and fall into bed, but sleep is impossible. My body’s too keyed up. My brain’s still playing back every second of our interaction. The nearness. The scent of his cologne dark and musky, like forbidden things. The gravel in his voice when he said I was a distraction. And my traitorous body loved it. God, what’s wrong with me?

"Yes. Perfume too, maybe some sexy underwear she can model for you when you two are alone. Need more suggestions?" *****************************************