Reverse Harem Real Life Novels & Stories

Teasing them and leaving them with hard-ons begging for her intoxicating touch, begging to be set free and be balls deep buried inside of her sweet tight cunt. She had the trio warped her tiny fingers. They knew that the second they saw her. She had them intoxicated with her mere presence. The trio were dominant, jealous and possessive men. And always have been. They didn't share women often nor did they sleep with the same woman twice because they didn't feel complete with any of their previous conquests. They felt awkward when they first shared a girl but it started to feel natural and more acceptable to them with age and the women didn't exactly oppose being fucked by three men.

The professor, oblivious to the term, questioned, "What does 'harem' mean?" I cast a wry smile at him. "Professor, sometimes ignorance is bliss." Randy, always eager to enlighten, explained, " 'Harem' means one man dating multiple women at the same time!" The professor frowned, his disapproval evident. "Oh, this won't do! One should be faithful!" "It's just a novel! But what intrigues me about this one is the male lead; I've never seen a protagonist in a harem novel this hard to pursue!" Randy said.

However, my humming sounds became softer, and my body involuntarily arched, my slender waist responding subtly, almost driving Jaclyn·Dills to the brink of madness. Jaclyn·Dills circled my waist, swiftly turning, and the two of us found ourselves in a position where I had unexpectedly flipped from underneath to on top. In that brief moment of clarity, I was quickly propelled away by the continued thrusting from below. This position was absolutely impossible before—not because I wasn't willing, but due to Jaclyn·Dills' typical masculine mindset, he would never allow himself to be beneath me even if he knew it was a novel experience. Yet, due to a twist of fate, it turned out like this.

And I would not put up with his shit this time around. We had shared women before, fuck we had shared men before, neither of us caring. We may be siblings, but sex was sex! If it was good for the Egyptians, the Greeks, fuck, it was good for the Targaryen's! And it's not like they didn't thrive; the bastards had dragons.

He liked a lot of different things. Devrim was hard to figure out because his room gave nothing away. He was probably a bit in between Ezra and Obsidian. I wanted to know everything about them, but they wouldn’t allow me to get close. Was this what our life was going to be like? Secrets and no communication? I hadn’t forgotten anything they said about mates. It was normal for them to have more than one woman. What if they meet someone who they wanted? What if they expect me to share them with her?

Levi murmurs, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and guiding me back into the palace. He leads me back to my room where he shuts the door, locking it behind him. "While Salem is distracted, I think now is a good time to finish our little chat." he states, and I nod in agreement. "Will you have a threesome with me and Salem?" he asks, just throwing it right out there as I look at him in surprise. "Um...what?" I reply, wondering if I've heard him wrong. "Salem... has never been with a girl before. He's always wanted to experience it but has never made a connection with anyone special enough to try it. Until now that is, and of course I want to be involved in it too." he explains, smirking at t

“She's ours and Rob knew exactly what that meant before he gave her up.” I've always been a weirdo growing up, I mean.. growing up the way I did fucks up a kids mind early. My cousins think something is wrong with me but I know there's a woman out there who matches my kinks. I just have to keep trying till I find her. _________ I had thirty minutes before whomever was controlling this software detected me, Twenty-nine now. I stared at the screen, my fingers moved across the keyboard as another line of code disappeared.

The day is still on me though, the stress of knowing I need to win people over, having to go on this damn tour with Xander when he is back from Japan and the threat of Violet blackmailing me. I spot my friend, it’s not difficult since she is wearing the tightest bandage dress in siren red that I have ever seen. Her hair is piled high on her head like a 1960’s beehive, it looks hot. She looks hot. And already there are two men close by. I have to let you know that my bestie is into the whole reverse harem thing and it won’t surprise me if she takes them both home tonight. It’s not something that is for me, I much prefer a one man one woman scenario. But each to their own. So long as she is ha

What the actual fuck? “What the hell? I also did it with her…in fact she said she loved me and can only do it with me,” Jericho confessed and I was flabbergasted. Wow! Just wow!! She fucked all three of us.. what was she doing, having a reverse harem without our knowledge? I looked at the only guy who hadn’t spoken a word since we came and was just chugging down beers. He was now on his 10th bottle. “Dean…” I started to say but he cut me off.

The curse hummed contentedly inside her, sated for now. But Giselle knew it would never truly be satisfied. Tomorrow there would be more women. New toys. Even darker scenarios. She was no longer the powerful witch who controlled others. She was the center of a growing reverse harem, a quivering, overstimulated goddess whose only purpose was to be pushed further and further until she could do nothing but beg for more. And as Lena kissed her swollen clit one last time, Giselle whispered hoarsely, a broken, blissful smile on her lips: