Six Times A Day Novels & Stories

He drank water at the table, and spoke again. "Yes, what you said is true. We have to exercise. Now there is a new schedule for you to follow. Exercise! Stay healthy! Every morning at six o'clock everyone must be ready at the top floor. Thirty minutes only. Including you, Rani!" Slyly smile he turned to me. "Daddy is the bloated one, why bothering us so much?! Daddy should just do sports!" protested Amelia. He must be lazy; moreover his habit sleeps again after dawn wake up.

“Can I have them now?” Richard counted out a reduced amount and placed them in my hand without saying a word, setting the bottle back on the desk. I swallowed them without water. “You have exceeded the daily dose.” He muttered as he placed the bottle on the desk. “Doctor Shin’s prescription was morning and evening. Not every hour.” “You nag more than my dad.” I dropped back to my chair and pressed two fingers to my temple. “My ears are genuinely about to bleed.” “But they aren’t, which means I am clearly not nagging enough.” Richard joked as he picked up the iPad. “A message came in.”

"So you know that I'm, ugh..." "Masturbating?" she said with a shrug. "Sure I do, hon. Why do you think I always make sure you have a box full of tissues on hand? You are blowing through them pretty fast!" Diane giggled at the double entendre. "If I were to guess, it'd be something like... four times a day?" He groaned, although he also felt a little rush of excitement, hearing her talk about his frequent need to relieve himself. "Six, Mom," he admitted, "maybe seven on a good day..."

I keep chewing as I watch him use his phone. As soon as I’m done, I ask, “D-do you smoke every day?” He calmly drops his phone to look at me. “Five times.” My eyes stretch wide. “Five times a day?!” He smiles briefly, leaning against the backrest. “Five times a month. Five times a day, and I’ll be dead somewhere…” I blink. “Monday evenings. And the last Friday.” “What if there are five Mondays in the month?” “I’ll skip it. Just five days.”

The megahit incontinently winded me and I hunkered over just as they let go of my arms. " There is 24 hours in a day, 168 in a week and for every single bone of those hours you're going to do as you're told. Breakfast is at 6 am, if you miss it you do not eat until lunch at 12 pm. regale is at 6 pm, if you miss that you do not eat all night and lights out is 10 pm. You are handed with a standard mess for free but if you want to eat more or add on extras at the deputy you need someone to put plutocrat into your account. This is also how you can buy rudiments you might need like cleaner and toothpaste." I held onto my stomach as I watched his thrills pace forwards and backwards in front of me.

“We have two more required sessions today according to the breeding protocol.” I look at him and fully comprehend what I’ve committed to. Sixty days of this. Minimum three sessions daily. With an alien who has the stamina to fuck for literally hours without tiring. I’m either going to love every second of this or it’s going to completely destroy me. Probably both.

I would prefer to talk to June until her short attention span remembers my bald head. "How many classes a month?" I asked June. "Maybe fifteen to thirty," she said. "That's almost every day," I pointed out. "He really has no romantic bone and I think he needs as much rebranding as he can get," June said. I couldn't even tell if she was being serious or just saying, but she did look really serious. After a while of talking about her husband and his inability to be romantic, she went back to asking if I was a monk.

I text Landon. Do not respond to your father yet. Do not tell him anything. I need forty minutes. His reply is immediate. Lena. If he terminates the treatment— I know. Give me forty minutes. Please. A pause that is the longest forty seconds of my life. Then: Okay. I call Priya. She answers sounding half asleep. "It is six in the morning." "I need you to drive me somewhere at seven thirty," I say. "Off campus. I will explain in the car."

“If you agree to have sex with me six times a day… I’ll consider your debt paid in a year.” He paused, letting the weight of the offer settle into her bones. “Or,” he continued casually, “you can scrub my floors and clean toilets as a maid for the rest of your life. Because we both know you’re never working your way out of four hundred million.” Diana froze. Six times? She raised her fingers slowly, almost without realizing it, counting. “One, two, three, four…” Her voice cracked. “Six?” She stared at him in disbelief. “You really think I’ll survive having sex six times every single day?”

"They like to have ten or more orgasms a day usually. If I'm lucky, I'm responsible for half of them. The rest come from each other." "Ten times a day? Bullshit!" "Dawn, how many times a day do you cum?" "At least seven or eight. I wish it was more," Dawn answered, sipping on her beer. "Last night was great. You made me cum a dozen times at least." Bernice was speechless.