Relatos Calientes Novels & Stories

In a rush, I go to stand in front of the air conditioner to cool myself, even though I know that the it cannot help the hotness I feel. The heat is not just from the chase… The hotness is from the forbidden wetness between my thighs. A wetness born out of lust for something that should be unallowed, a despirw for omething my family should never know about… How do I explain that being in the same car as Kole Powers, the son of my family's enemy, while running from a mutual enemy got me this hot and bothered? I sigh loudly from pleasure as I push my boobs together and rub them slowly through my clothes.

CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT: FATHER’S LOSS CHRISTIAN ——— “AFTER ACCUSING AN INNOCENT CO-WORKER OF DESTROYING HER MARRIAGE, ESTRANGED WIFE OF HOLLYWOOD DIRECTOR CHUCK GILBERT IS RUMORED TO BE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH FLUX STUDIO HEAD, CHRISTIAN GALLO. MAYBE THE OLD SAYING IS TRUE: ACCUSERS ARE OFTEN THE GUILTY ONES.” Signed, Everybody Loves Patricia.

Stella was looking at him sucking and licking his finger and it made her feel so hot. "Um, I don't know what's happening to me, Leo. I feel um, a little hot. I want to touch you. And I also what you to touch me, kiss me and make love to me. Um, my skin is so hot right now." The soft sexy voice whispered to him. Leo could not believe his ears. She sent her soft tongue into his ear and licked, making him nearly stop breathing. His body responded immediately as his middle part got hardened and extended to its maximum length in no time.

He reached around her to grab a bottle of shower gel and she felt its cool thickness rubbed at the puckered skin of her anus. Gabe Peralta was the first—and only—man who'd every taken her there. The first time she'd felt his cock plundering her ass her body automatically resisted. But he was a skilled lover and when he was inside at last, filling the tight channel completely, an icy hot flash of lust surged through her and she'd climaxed almost at once. Now she felt the rush of anticipation, of expectation as his soap-slicked fingers probed her rear entrance. One finger, then two, scissoring to stretch her tissues.

The professor was already there. Wait. There was rumors going around that I was his girlfriend and he cheated on me? Were they serious? What the hell?

I’m back to my trance as Malik makes me a cup of spicy tea, claiming it works best for cold. I don’t argue. I'm not a tea person but I like the flavor of spices and their enriched aroma. I think it's from India. "Now tell me, what's really going on with you?" He suddenly changes attitude, from the sweet prince charming into an overly meticulous butler. "I don't understand, nothing is going on with me," I lie, staring innocently at him.

she answered, making me smile even wider. "Really? Then that's what I'll cook," I said happily, preparing the things I needed. Since Nanay Tessy and Lita had already sliced the ingredients earlier, it made my job much easier. I cooked the Menudo first, followed by the Kare-Kare. "I'm really glad things are going well between you and Leon, Mariel. We all thought there was no hope left for you two. But look at him now. We can clearly see how much he loves you. Your parents were so happy when they found out," Nanay Tessy said as she prepared the tray I would use to bring the food up.

Unzipping the heavy canvas, I reached past my textbooks and pulled out Michael's coffee-stained shirt. As I held the white fabric in my hands under the dim light of my bedroom, my mind traitorously drifted back to the classroom. Against my will, the image of Michael standing half-naked right in front of me flashed vividly in my mind. I could still clearly picture the extreme, rigid definition of his six-pack abs, the broad, powerful cut of his shoulders, and the dangerous heat radiating from his sun-kissed skin. He looked like an apex predator, and I had been close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. Even now, standing alone in the dark, the memory made my face flush bright red.

“Someone might—” “They won’t.” His voice cut through mine. Certain. Final. Before I could say anything else, his hand reached for me. Strong. Certain. He pulled me up from the chair effortlessly. My breath hitched as he lifted me onto the edge of his desk. The cold surface pressed lightly against the back of my thighs. And then— He stepped closer. Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. “Lucien…” My voice came out softer than I intended.