Sex Story Choose Novels & Stories

Melissa pretended to be looking out for me: "This PhD holder has amazing genes. If you pass him up, you'll regret it." Her pitch was totally different from our previous life. I looked at her and gave a slow nod. The second I nodded, Melissa's eyes sparkled, and she got all worked up. "Just don't come crying to me later!" What would I regret? I wondered. She was so eager for me to choose the sperm of Jay Lowell from Kingsford University because she had her sights set on becoming a princess in Dubaria and living a fairytale life. Back in our previous life, she had chosen Jay's sperm first, wanting a genius baby.

The VIP room was small and dark, lit only by a faint purple light that made Layla’s skin look like glowing silk. She stood in the center of the room, and the three men, Marcus, Jax, and Leocouldn't breathe just looking at her. She was built with incredible curves, her waist tiny and her hips wide and heavy. Her breasts were the best part; they were huge, round, and so heavy they swayed beautifully with every step she took. The skin on her chest was pale and soft, and her nipples were dark and hard, poking out like they were begging to be tasted. She reached back and unhooked her gold bra, letting her heavy breasts fall free, bouncing softly as they were released. The men groaned at the sight

Alia had earned her reputation the honest way—by fucking like it was her favorite subject. At twenty-one, with a body that turned heads in every hallway, she didn’t bother hiding it. Long dark hair that fell in messy waves down her back, full tits that strained against her tight white crop tops, and an ass that made even the quietest guys stare. She wasn’t ashamed. Why should she be? Sex felt good. Power felt better. And Alia loved both. Unlike Sarah, who loved getting railed in public places where anyone could walk by and watch, Alia preferred the thrill of almost getting caught. Quick, dirty fucks in bathrooms, empty lecture halls, or behind the gym. Today, it was Jackson.

Just watching. That was worse. Every other night I knew his next move. Tonight I didn’t, and the not knowing sat under my skin like a splinter I couldn’t locate. I went to get dressed. “Big spender,” Mikela said, nodding toward the VIP corridor. “Asked for you specifically. He’s clean, has a good record, and tips well.” “Name?” “Marcus Cole. Property developer. Been coming here for six months.” She handed me the booking slip. “Don’t say no.”

I can hear some more shuffling and then he was telling me, "Yes, mistress, I'm naked." Mistress? I sighed internally. You seriously wouldn't believe how many men were into the whole dominatrix kink. In the beginning, it was kind of fun but by now it was getting pretty old. Mentally awakening my inner dom, I relaxed further into the sofa and flipped through the magazine."Good boy," I cooed, finding a 20 sex tips for women article. Huh, how fitting. "Now, here's what I want you to do, and you better listen closely, pet."

muttered Alexander, who decided to finish his shower because the woman he wanted to take a shower with hadn't arrived yet. "Hah?" Alexander smiled lewdly when he saw the figure of a blonde woman with her back to him in a leaning pose. The tight red dress that reached her buttocks was almost open to the top. "Very sexy." "Apparently they chose an A grade girl to accompany me." Alexander couldn't wait to hug the blonde girl because his lust had reached the top of his lungs. The man walked very slowly so as not to make a sound. "Sweet," Alexander hugged Cassandra from behind after being right behind the girl.

I giggled. "You know I can still hear you, right?" Dixon stated. I sniffled my laughter before meeting his eyes. He looked at me for sometime before looking away. I feel so bad for making him feel bad, and I feel even worse that I'm thinking of going to see Trevor. "Uhmm... not that I don't like it, but the sexual tension here is getting too much," Adam said, making Dixon glare at him. He shrugged and went back to reading the files in his hands.

And sex, well Sebestian can have sex with many girls and then his ex-mate understands his pain, Sebestian will make sure he will hire hot girls so that I can fuck them whenever he feels like. Talking about sex, it's time for him to fuck someone and release his stress. He called Staeven and asked a number of some random hot girls; and he gave me one. He didn't ask anything about Amelia maybe he didn't know she is the one whom his parents hire. Sebestian called the girl and asked her to come home, she agreed and told him that she will reach within half an hour or so. The girl came, she was extremely hot and sexy. And Sebestian fucked her brain out, she kept on begging for more and Sebestian ke

Now I look fake and that’s the last thing I needed. “So, how do I fix this?” “Right now, you’re an asshole nobody likes. Nothing new there,” she starts, I only blink, “But there was an increase on the comments about how ‘hot’ you are. And how ‘pretty’ she is. People get distracted about your personality when talking about how good you look together. We can use that.” “How?” “Sex sells,” she responds. I move back, not understanding, “A ‘Mean but sexy Alpha falls in love with his wife on camera. Check out their steamy moments on the show.’ Storyline sells more than ‘Asshole Alpha is rude to his fragile wife’.”

My voice was flat, unimpressed. Dontrell snorted. "It amazes me how you still manage to be shy after all this time. We’ve fucked everywhere possible, Dove. They can smell you everywhere, and you still choose to be shy?" I scoffed. "I don’t care if they talk. I just don’t want them smelling my essence in my presence." He chuckled. "Fine. What do you suggest I do?" "For starters, I need a drink." He smirked. "We have bourbon, whiskey…" He paused, tilting his head. "What do women love after sex?"