Novel & Cerita Polyamorous Relationship Stories

"What do you mean? You said the pay was great and the room was huge." "The room is huge," I said, my fingers tapping my cup. "But I’m not there to teach. I’m there because... I’m in a relationship. A real one." Kenji blinked. “You're in a relationship? How many chapters did I miss? You never seemed interested in any girl that showed interest. But, isn't it weird to move in with your girlfriend?” “It's a guy,” I finally said it. “Ohhh…” “I'm dating a guy,” I went further to say.

I move toward the back, where Ghost is posted up with that smug look he always wears after something interesting walks through our doors. He clocks me and pats the seat beside him. “Sit, brother.” I drop down and take the glass he slides my way without a word. “So?” I ask, keeping my eyes on the bar. “What’s her story? We don’t get girls like that walking in off the street. Not unless they’re already tagged by another club.” Ghost lets out a quiet grunt, amused. “Danielle says she’s in an open relationship. Boyfriend’s idea. Sounds like he’s getting bored and looking for a free pass.”

She smiles at him. "Poly relationships can be amazing Marcus, as I told you with all the mess over Alena, one built on lies on the fact one of the people in the relationship couldn't stop themself from shagging someone else is messed up and won't work. All you have to do is look around us, Marcus, how many use the business that we know and how much they thrive because they did it right." Marcus nods, he didn't know. "I didn't know you wanted that so much." Anaya nods laughing.

"Yes, Your Highness." He stole a kiss before heading for the door. He pretended to stare at it but in reality, he was fascinated by the love shown to him by Fender or Caleb. Although his face and appearance had changed, nothing had changed in his love for it. That's all, he loved it more now. Fender didn't have to tell him what had happened. Uno and I talked about what really happened in two weeks. But he didn't know all the stories. That was not what mattered to him. What matters, is their son and the man. The family they will form.

I say back dragging the word out a little. "So I don't know what they have ana haven't told you but I uh, just felt I needed to tell you what I personally have seen when it comes to them and you and the whole relationship thing that you all have going on. Your all inna poly relationship like we are, and things sometimes get lost in the multiple conversations that usually jump from one thing to another while more then one person and opinion is being tossed around or maybe you're the one being tossed around" I almost want to cringe at that but don't because his rambling is oddly confronting.

She said pointing at Odalis. "Gía!" Juno roared. "What? Isn't that true?" Manú looked at everyone confused. "Is this normal among Americans? Are they... what do you say... polyamorous?" Manú was surprised, he had heard stories, but he didn't think they were true. Odalis let out a mocking giggle. "We could be. How about the four of us do something together?" "No!" Juno shouted at the same time Gía answered. "Sounds perfect to me."

In fact, I've found it's the opposite. Brian nodded along, contentedly, as his wife proclaimed the benefits of polyamorous relationships. Again, I found myself wondering about who my work friend truly was. I'm sure Ariana was thinking something similar. What kind of weirdos was I associating with at work? I was going to hear about it for sure when we drove home.

I went into every conversation predicting the person’s next words and reacting the way they subconsciously wanted me to, making them think they had even a little bit of a shot at having the upper hand. “Why are you so bent on putting him with a housestaff!?”, she exclaimed tiredly. I pitied her a little. According to everything I knew about her, she had been married before and kicked out before getting a strange turn of luck with money and dating my brother. The timeline of their kid and the beginning of their relationship was, quite frankly, none of my business. So were her hurt feelings. Perhaps they should try to convince Larisa to share Alessandro. Polyamorous relationships were still a

Her world was reduced to the push and pull of flesh, the taste of salt and sweat, the burn of stretch, the shocking warmth of internal releases, and the thick, cooling splatter of cum on her skin. Through it all, Sam was her anchor in the storm. His smooth hands would occasionally stroke her hair, her cheek. His voice would whisper in her ear, dark and proud. “You’re taking them all, baby. Every single one. You’re my perfect, filthy fantasy.” And each time, a new wave of desperate, shameful arousal would crest within her. The final man—the gruff one from the very beginning—finished with a roar, pulling out of her well-used pussy to paint stripes of cum across her stomach and breasts. Then, s

Alex behind me, his thick cock stretching my pussy wide, while Blake stood in front, gripping my hair and feeding me his dick until it hit the back of my throat, or maybe they'd fight over who got to fill which hole, Alex taking my ass while Blake claimed my pussy, both of them buried deep, using me like their personal toy. The mere thought made me gasp, and my fingers moved faster, dipping inside my slick entrance, then back to my clit, rubbing tight little circles. It didn't take long. Pleasure coiled sharp and fast, and I bit down on my pillow to muffle the moan as I came hard, my hips bucking off the mattress. My walls fluttered around my fingers, fresh wetness soaking my hand and the sh