Playboy Stories Novels & Stories

~ Thomas~ TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND ASSAULT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. As I flipped through the magazine, my gaze landed on a boldly scribbled heading– 30 UNDER 30: THOMAS BROWN TOPS THE LIST 3 YEARS IN A ROW. I felt a surge of embarrassment as I gazed at the outdated photo of myself plastered on the page. Couldn't they have made a minimal effort to find a recent picture, perhaps from my I*******m?

33: Play Time > We stroll through hallways connected to different playrooms and Sophie peeks into each playroom curiously. Despite my rock hard cock, I am being patient with her right now. If she was my sub, I would have spanked her for making me wait like this. I groan inwardly. Idea of hitting her perfect ass doesn't help my filthy mind either. her mouth goes slack when she sees a male sub getting his balls tortured. "It's Testicle bondage clamps." I tell her.

Those reporters were the ones who needed answers, and would ask the dumbest or the easiest questions to get that pay raise. He pointed to a young man, wearing glasses and a crooked red tie. He cleared his throat before asking the second question "It's no surprise that you are well known throughout the tabloids for many different reasons. Tell us how you are planning to show people that you are ready to take on such a responsibility." If he says anything about Playboy Rehab I'm going to choke him. "Well, it's important to make a name out of yourself, and clearly my name is a little more...dynamic than others."

Adam closed the diary and took a deep breath as if he had been holding it. "Okay, dude. Just read your whole saga. Leo, man… where to even start. I’m gonna be straight with you, because it sounds like you need it. Firstly Bro, you had the dream setup. The holy grail. A hot friend you vibe with, who agrees to no-strings, condom-mandatory sex? You were living the fantasy we all joke about. You handled the first night like a pro. Should’ve quit while you were ahead.

I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes, not wanting to make eye contact. He grabs my face to make me look at him. “I hesitated because I wasn't sure how I should answer. Yes, I’ve played before, but it’s been years, and never here. Also, never more than once with the same person. I didn't want to tell you because, well, I don’t want to hear about any partners you’ve had before me. That thought makes me want to dig a few more of those holes out in the desert. I didn't want you to feel that; there’s no reason for you to. There hasn't been anyone since I laid eyes on you, and there wasn’t for a long time before that.”

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

My pussy and ass clenched so tight the guys groaned loudly. They rotated without pulling out all the way. New cocks replaced the old ones every few minutes. I lost count of how many different men had been inside me. One guy had a cock so thick it felt like a fist in my ass, and another had a long one that curved and hit spots I didn’t know existed. They passed me around the mat like a fuck toy. I’d be riding one cock while another fucked my face, then suddenly two more would join, and I’d be in a full airtight spit-roast again.

Ch-3 --------------------- Well, diary, that didn't exactly stop him. When I say, 'didn't exactly stop him', I should have said, 'drove him absolutely insane!' He threw me onto the bed with my robe torn off and proceeded to enter me, roughly. I was so hot, so horny, with so many months of heat built-up, that I just prepared myself for the ride of the century. I forgot one thing: this superheated stud was so incredibly horny that he couldn't last long; sure enough, he went in and out four times and then filled me up to overflowing. His cock kept shooting and shooting. I was overflowing before he was half-finished. He kissed me really hard and rough, and then fell over on the bed, totally spen

"Pink Pussycat. Really, Emma? What does it look like to you?" I looked at the store again, my cheeks burning. Several sizes of dildos and handcuffs were hanging in the window. It sat in a dark alleyway, looking exactly like what you’d expect an adult toy store to be like. My brain stalled. "W... what are we doing here?" "You said you wanted to get them a whip and a high-voltage vibrator, didn't you?" he asked, leaning back in his seat. “I... I didn’t mean it! I was kidding.”

#3 Don’t fall for him after nights of sexy hot sex filled with passio #4 Don’t stupidly agree to become his convenient br #5 Don’t wind up pregnant with his secret love chil Well Guess what I di As always I don't mess up the Leslie tradition Every single one of these things listed actually happene Billionaire playboy, Damien Boyce Romano slid a big sparkly diamond on my finger claiming me as his convenient bride Saying it's for the baby But I have an agenda all on my own Maybe the vow to have and to hold… wouldn't be so bad between us. It may be the hormones talking but I'm aching for more than our sweaty, fling He might be playing for pretend and a free escape out of his arranged marriage b