Playboy 18 Novels & Stories

He has the same age as them when he also started to get fond of the club and he was eighteen when he started to make out with women. And when he reached twenty, he started to fuck them. Until it became a habit for him, especially when he was stressed because of college. The same feeling right now, he needs to fuck someone else to relieve his stress from work. The two did a great job choosing their seat. However, if Apollo will go to the bar counter, there’s a possibility that he will see them. However, he knew Apollo, the man is not keen as he was. “Don’t worry. I think he can’t see you here. Not unless he will ask for me and if someone saw me—”

EIGHT YEARS AGO It was a sunny afternoon in the Donovan's expensive backyard. The sound of dribbling basketball and the laughter of two teenage boys filled the air. Trent, aged 10, his face a mirror image of his twin brother Tom, maneuvered the ball between his legs, dodging his best friend's attempts to steal it. With a well-timed jump shot, the ball arced through the net, and his friend groaned. "Man, you're too good at this," Damien complained, swiping the sweat from his brow. "I'm about ready to call it quits."

I’m drowning faster than I’ve ever been and it’s addicting and alluring all in one, till I realize what the hell I’m doing - giving in to this freaking playboy. What comes next is as fast as the kiss had been. I pull away one second, the next my palm crashes against his left cheek.

The sound of fabric tearing answered my incomplete question. Toby’s mouth curled into a sly grin at my shocked expression. “Since we’ve established that you’re a screamer,” he said. “Open your mouth.” My resistance collapsed I opened my mouth, and he shoved my underwear in, muffling my moan. I shivered when I tasted the slickness of my arousal. I was throbbing now, so turned on I couldn’t see straight. There was something so freakin’ erotic about knowing someone could catch us any minute.

“You will. You can’t because I’m not your teacher.” “If you listen to *Alice in Pleasureland*, why not ask her how to win over a teen?” “Because it’s for 18+. I wasn’t allowed to participate.” “You know you don’t have to prove your age, right? It’s all by phone… voice.” “I’d be breaking the rules.” “You’re weird, almost-teenager. But I get it… *Alice in Pleasureland* is sexual, not sensual. To win over an 18-year-old guy, like I assume he is, you need to be sensual.”

He swallowed hard. “This… this isn’t appropriate,” he said, but the words came out lower, rougher. “You—” “I’m eighteen,” I cut him off, spreading my legs wider so he could see everything. “An adult. Mom keeps reminding everyone. Right now I’m angry… and horny. So this *is* appropriate.” He rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to look and failing. “I should probably leave. Maybe we can talk later, when you’re not… busy.”

⚠️Content Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of explicit sexual acts, including oral sex, anonymous encounters, public restroom settings, gloryhole scenes, multiple partners, and themes of sexual degradation, exhibitionism, and female submission. The content is intended for mature audiences aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is strongly advised. All characters depicted in sexual situations are consenting adults over the age of 18. This is a work of fiction and should not be interpreted as an endorsement of unsafe or non-consensual sexual behavior.

“I agree. If there’s anything to breathe new life into Edge—” “We’re doing so poorly, we’ve all grown so scared; we’re all reporting from safe, scared places, afraid to push the button in case we explode. We’re already withering here. We need to write about the topics that scare us, fascinate us . . . and nobody fascinates this city more than our billionaire bachelors. Do you know who I’m talking about?” “The playboys?” Her lips twist. “The worst of them all.” She pulled out another magazine. I stared at the cover, which said Angel or Devil? “James Godfrey,” I whispered.

"When I show you, what do I get in return?" He sunk his fingers into my waist and pulled my body upwards to his chest. His chest is thrice my brother's own, I feel pity for my lil bro already "What you get in return" And his voice is way deeper than usual "If you show me yours, I'll show you mine too" Something inside me sparked at his words. If I show him my naughty side, he shows me his side too. I wanna get to see my playboy boss in action.

"You don't need to see that garbage." "Rook," I said. "I already saw it. Priya sent me seventeen screenshots before midnight." His jaw tightened. "Then why are you still scrolling." "Because I'm an idiot," I said. "Hand it over." He didn't. He walked in, set the phone face down on my nightstand, and sat on the edge of my bed like he belonged there. The mattress dipped under his weight. "Listen to me," he said. "This happens every three months. Some girl, some photo, some story. It blows over in forty eight hours. You just have to stay off your phone."