Playboy Novelas e Histórias

I was now resting on my girlfriend's laps, on the floor. She was looking at my stomach and covering her mouth with her bloodied hands. Scott!!! She suddenly screamed my name again and her tears were overflowing. I heard her friend talking and it seems like she's calling for help. "Oh my God! Scott!" She whimpered like a baby and seeing her looking so miserable and scared, I felt regret. I have always been a Playboy and was proud of it. I was proud of it, because I'm aware I'm doing something wrong. I've embraced it, so I never felt guilty.

Apparently unaware at the sneak peek she'd just given him, she continued walking forward and went into her room. Now his horniness definitely outweighed his hunger, and he stepped back into his room and kicked at the door with his foot to close it as he rushed over to his bedside to pull out the well used Hustler magazine hidden underneath. The centerfold was a blonde with huge round breasts, playing with her open and spread pink pussy... in a lot of ways she resembled Tatiana. Fumbling with his pants, he pulled out his fully hard dick, 8" long, and began stroking it as he sat on the edge of the bed looking at his magazine.

This was in the 60s, mind you, so I took whatever jobs I could. Have you ever heard of the magazine Femme Fatale?" I shook my head. "Never heard of it." She smirked as she snubbed out her cigarette. "Femme Fatale was the Playboy version of Europe," she stated proudly. "I was their top model. Oh, the people I've met and the things I've done." She laughed as her gaze seemed to disappear to a past memory.

Papayas Strip Club The night was young and so were the ladies at Papayas strip club. Some laid stark naked stroking the dicks of people who were old enough to be their fathers, some were on the finest undies dancing lusciously to the night music, while some were being fucked hard core; it was an orgy house. It didn’t take long before the owner of the establishment noticed she was graced with the presence of the billionaire; Mr. Hill Hamilton. “Mr. Hill what a pleasant surprise.” Cox said with a warm smile. She also acknowledged the presence of Mike as well with a knowing smile and a soft nod.

It would be fucked to have our first argument right before we left for our honeymoon but I knew there would be war if she came home with any of that too short shit. "I like this one Jake." She pointed out something that looked like strips of material held together by some kind of metal loop in the back and from the way it looked on the mannequin would only come to about six inches below her ass. I gave her a look but she wouldn't back down. "You're out your fucking mind." She folded her arms and glared at my ass. "You've said no to the last three things I picked out, fine why don't you just choose for me then?" "I thought that's why I was here."

the reporter said and I closed my eyes. They were wrong but also right, they were wrong in the sense that Raymond was an asshole. He was actually an asshole because he was a playboy who loved to move from woman to woman but then, he wouldn’t do something as despicable as this, it just wasn’t who Raymond was and they were right in one sense, it was a closed case, all evidence pointed against Raymond and he didn’t even have one single piece of evidence to show he was innocent. I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair, this was really messed up, how would I save him now? I sniffled as I looked to the left when something caught my attention.

"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.

She muttered, lovestruck, which made me roll my eyes. “Finally, a normal one who doesn't crush on Beta Wyatt.” A lady who seemed to be in her nineteen said, which caught my attention. She sat next to Nancy and turned to me, “Who did you choose, Beta Wyatt and Playboy Asher?” “Beta Wyatt and Doctor Asher are the crushes of all girls in the pack?” I queried. But, I don't find it surprising, the two combined with Alpha Oswald are the most handsome men I've ever met. “Yes.” She replied proudly. “Although Asher is famous for being a Playboy who only does one-night-stand, I want him,” Eve whispered to us.

I begged and before Harry could retaliate it was already smashed to pieces as blood oozed out attracting people around and the paparazzi. ©Pop Precious

He will do whatever he wants. And yeah, they call him playboy for hurting the girl's feelings who he bedded. But it's not his fault if they left crying and broken-hearted. He did not ask for it, girls do. They just expect afters. They are the ones who hurt themselves. And most of the time, they call him fuckboy. Yeah, that is the exact term for him. He just fuck, he is just interested with their pussies, not their heart. His phone rang after a minute. He answered it while zipping his pants with his other hand.