Shelf Indulgence Novels & Stories

I hadn't even replied as she dipped her fork in my Reuben sandwich, and stab the tasty bits then pass her sexy lips and moaned, as she praises the deliciousness of the fattening meat and cheese goodness. "Oh my, I could be dead right now and die happily after tasting that. The grease, the meat, and that forbidden fat. It will go to my belly lining for sure. But right now I don't freaking care. You're a bad influence here Gary!" She said seriously but took another stabbed at my sandwich making me laugh. Then her food arrived, and she let out her sexy moan making me instantly hard. Damn!

“Without a doubt, if it's all the same to you.” At the snack bar, he got a coke for himself and a delicate gelato for Ella. Seeing her pink tongue, purposely grabbing off the twirl of white, sent a shudder down his spine. Her mouth opened wide, and she contorted the cone while coaxing it out of her mouth. He understood how huge her mouth was regarding her face, and he needed to be that frozen yogurt. “No one eats frozen yogurt like that”. He concluded that she was attempting to be enchanting. All he was simply horny and Derek's discussion had placed thoughts in his mind.

“Once you changed into them, go straight to the kitchen, take the tray of alcohol, and then lounge, got it?” “I guess,” She left. I put on the new uniform which had a black shortest skirt barely covering my hips, a tight white shirt showing off my cleavages, with stockings. This is way too much uncomfortable to be in. As if I have any choice to make here. I did my make-up and left the room, on my way, I took the tray of alcohol which was expectedly heavy but this time I managed quite nicely and stood outside of the lounge.

I laughed she must got some major tea if we need to have food and listen All the teenagers decided to go up to Cams room and eat our food, it was only me Te, Cam, Sam, Kayla and Jon Kay and Jon are Te and Cams cousins. "ite girl now spill the beans" I said cause I was tired of the suspense. "okay okay so like on my second week of college I went shopping for supplies and I met this tall cute caramel daddy at the store, we get to talking he tell me his name Jalen and he in his second semester at a college not to far from mine, anyway we chitchat for a bit then we exchange numbers long story shortened we go on dates have fun blasé blasé two weeks later I come to his crib we kissing and--"

“No. But we can at least respect the people who matter.” Selene didn’t answer. She just turned away, pretending to check her phone. For the next half hour, they sat in tense quiet, reviewing line after line of names. Selene questioned every one connected to Deborah, asking who they were, what they did, and whether they were “important enough.” Deborah answered every question calmly, hiding her growing irritation behind perfect professionalism. When they reached the final list, Selene stood. “I’ll take this to the designer. I want the invitations embossed in gold foil, not silver. It feels more regal.”

Dinner dragged under the chandelier's glow, silverware clinking like accusations. I sat between Jake and Richard, my fork pushing peas around the plate, thighs still sticky from the laundry fuck. Jake's foot nudged mine under the table, a silent reminder of his cum drying inside me. Richard poured wine, his gaze lingering on the faint red marks peeking from my collar—Jake's handprints from earlier spanks, or maybe Marcus's grip. They didn't ask, but the air hummed with unspoken jealousy.

Early the next morning, Ethan appeared at the entrance of the healing sanctuary with freshly hunted venison. His hair was disheveled, and there were dark circles beneath his eyes. It was as though he hadn't slept all night. "Selena, Chloe recorded that video without anyone knowing. She claimed she only wanted to document it. I've already made her delete it," he said as he held out the venison. He added, "She was badly shaken yesterday. She's not in a stable state of mind."

Every nerve screamed for him. “Are you sure you want to go back to your old boring life? No partying. No alcohol. No fun. No passion. Just a pretty face buried in paperwork and case files all day long. Only this time, all that’s left for you is picking up the pieces your ex-boyfriend and his mistress left behind.” His fingers slid gently around my throat, not in a threatening way, but in a way that made my thighs press together instinctively. “Are you sure you want to walk away from the chance to own my body as your husband, while I worship yours as my wife? For just one year. Nothing more.”

“By the way, you’re telling me about a party?” “Yes, there’s a party coming up on the weekend. This is a more intimate party. I heard it’s one of the unbecoming, a new couple is joining our little cult. It’ll be our perfect timing to switch the hard drive and I’ll be long gone before you know it.” “The unbecoming?” My muscles tightened up hearing the kind of party that is going to be held. “Yeah, it’s a way of introducing new members to our family. But I really think it was just for the masochistic purpose, all the sexual innuendoes and the—”

Closed. “Come on, it’ll be fun.” “Fine.” She hopped off the table. “But I’m not sharing my chocolate malt with you.” ****** “Wanna another bite?” “No. I’m stuffed. I shouldn’t have eaten all those mozzarella sticks.” “It’s good to indulge once in a while.” Libby stirred the dregs of her shake. “I worked damn hard to lose weight. Overindulgence will pack those pounds right back on.” “If I haven’t said so, you look good. Real good. Damn good.”