Real Life Harem Novels & Stories

Which wasn’t that fake after all. She had to cover Emma’s mouth every once in a while to prevent her from screaming or making noises inside the library but Florence was able to tell everything she could remember, keeping the steamy details of their nights together, of course. Emma didn’t need to know that much anyway. “Holy sh*t,” Emma whispered, trying to put the pieces together in her mind. “I thought you were faking your marriage. Is he good? In bed, I mean.” Florence’s jaw opened in shock.

I was still riding, still buzzing, when I finally spoke first. “Talk to me about the four or five guys,” I said against his shaft. I came so hard my legs gave out. Xavier felt the difference immediately. That was the moment everything shifted. I told him I would try someone else, but only if the man had at least eight inches. Xavier already had a woman from work he saw every couple of weeks. He arranged a threesome with her so he could test a few men. One of them was Arlie, a real-estate agent whose cock measured nine inches long and more than two inches thick. The woman loved it. Xavier took pictures of Arlie fucking her mouth and her pussy.

" The room spun in a chaotic, intoxicating storm of heavy breathing, ripping clothes, and skin slamming violently against skin. Every touch was a demand, every breath a declaration of ownership. When Zane gripped my jaw, forcing me to look up into his dark, blown-out pupils, I begged him with everything I had left. “Don't stop," I cried out, my hips arching blindly into the heat of all three of them, completely reckless, completely unhinged. "Harder! Give me more!" They obliged without a single shred of mercy. They traded me between them like a prize, their heavy bodies pinning me down, clouding my mind with an exhausting, fierce intensity that thoroughly burned away every single thought of

It was funny thinking how he would handle the situation. I swept my tail against the dark icy floor. Once I read in a book that a man with more than one female partner living together was rare on land. Humans had many definitions for these things. One common idea was that multiple women could be considered a harem. Others referred to this as polygamy. A throuple was not far behind. Most land males often thought themselves lucky if they learned anyone had these. It was so astonishing.

"What's reverse harem?" "Many men sharing a single woman, instead of one man having many wives and concubines. It kind of negates the biological and physiological deficiencies of male reproduction." "Hence why lesbianism is preferable to women than heterosexuality," Brianna stated matter of factly. "If you don't love cock, Mistress," Marcia stated, just as certainly. "And these romance novels were the only source of your understanding of dominance/submission and sex slavery?" Sam asked. "I read one Gor novel, too, which really isn't a romance novel."

I handed him the book. "A reverse harem romance," he read aloud. "What's a reverse harem?" He asked. "A reverse harem is one where there are many men satisfying one woman, instead of many women for one man; a harem in reverse," I informed him. He continued reading the publicity blurb on the back of the book. "'I was a virgin when the earth was captured in an interstellar war. I was stripped, enslaved and auctioned off to ten alien warriors who helped subdue our world. I was claimed and ravished in the most reprehensible ways imaginable. They set about mastering my maiden body and instructing me what it means to belong to them absolutely. They bought me to use me, but in my heart I know they

Especially with how many Tristan’s children was on his past world with more than one million women in his harem, the meeting did not take long to get pretty loud indeed. * * * A thousand years passed ever since that joyful moment. Maru’s true body shared the bed with only his closest confidant, Mistress Ais and Ezperanza. All his other harem has with them a copy of himself which shared his body and thoughts all at the same time. Maru certainty had it good when it came to life and women. At this point, he has nothing else to ask for. It did not take long for moans to echo in the room as the three shared this moment of love together.

"It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent." "Wasn't my brother enough of a man for you?" "Master is the most skillful lover I've ever had. The best orgasms of my life have been with him?" "Would you agree, Lisa?" Cindy asked. "Definitely. Totally cosmic cums; much better than my former husband." "The one who raped you both, who got shot? Mom and Dad told me about him." "That's the one." "So why did you fantasize about multiple men fucking you?" Cindy asked.

“Because in Havermouth, people are very intolerant of what they consider to be deviant sexual behavior.” “Three guys f-king one girl at the same time are a bunch of studs, but if they also f-k each other, they’re deviant?” She paraphrased. “God, people are f-ked up. Girls can’t ever win, can they? We’re always prudes or sluts. There is no such thing as an acceptable level of sexual behavior for us. I mean no one’s out there going, you go girl, three guys, wow, you must be good in bed. You’re not my… my… harem,” she enjoyed that word, grinning around it. “No, you’re not my harem. I’m the Triquetra’s slut though. That’s not really very fair, is it?”

Be there in a few <3 I laughed under my breath at my factual nickname for him and continued playing 'Thug Love' drooling over how hot Furore was. Shit, if I could only marry him. 'He is not even real' the same annoying inner voice of mine scoffed. My obsession with fictional characters and idols was getting outta control. I swear. I peeked at Cami seeing that the employee aiding her had her hands full with different sorts of undergarments in different colors and was struggling to keep up with her.