Novel & Cerita Story For Men

“The once meager rent of eight dollars, thanks to my vast property improvements, is now six hundred dollars. Cash only, please.” The girls were giggling as we all watched Matt count out his remaining cash, curse, then start flipping over property cards to mortgage them. He still came up almost a hundred dollars short. “I’m out,” he said glumly, “taken to the cleaners by my little brother. How will I ever show my face at the country club again?” “Oh,” I said, taking his money and property cards, “you don’t have to worry about that. Your membership has been revoked.” The girls laughed as I dodged a friendly punch.

I have never seen a wolf more smitten with their mate. That is probably why we are the strongest and biggest pack in the world. I am so thrilled that my mates are still the loving men I met years ago and I have them whenever I need them. My story may be done as we grow older but I will always share it with whoever will listen. I will also always be the shoulder or safe haven for she wolves of abuse or needing a safe place to go. I smile as my men join me and we stretch out on the custom built swing that fits four.

The other men chorused trying to shut him up. “ Just listen, it gets interesting,” he swears and I give my attention. “She was so beautiful, had a big brown wolf too but you never hit a dog twice. She claimed she was having my kids but bitch, I ain't fathering no dog babies. I blocked the hell outta her. Fuck you!” The men cheered at him, lifting their drinks in a toast and praising him for a job well done. “ Real men don't make babies with those things. You only fuck em and go.”

I snapped. “You think I can just waltz into her life, pull levers, and walk away untouched? She's not just a pawn.” “That’s not your concern,” the man said coldly. “Our employer doesn’t like unpredictability.” “Well, he hired the wrong man then.” For a moment, the air thickened with tension. One of the men behind the SUV subtly reached inside his coat. I noticed, my gaze flickering, but I didn’t flinch. I just chuckled.

I BECAME A GAY BECAUSE WOMEN ARE SCUM. “ I have heard of stories how a man will love a woman and do everything a woman will really want a man to do for her and at the end of the day, she will end up lying to him, cheating on him, and thereafter breaking up with her.” Jefsexy explains as the whole crowd now pays full attention to him.

“One drink. And you stay close to me. No wandering off.” Relief flooded through me as well as something much more dangerous than that. “Thank you.” I’d told my best friend I was exploring for the night. I was supposed to give her the details after I was back, but how could I tell her I met her father at a BDSM club and told him to show me around?

The timestamp showed it was from last night—after he had taken Sophie into the hotel and stayed for three hours, he came out and went straight to his second rendezvous of the night. I had already had someone investigate that father and son thoroughly. For years, they'd made a living through scams and cons, preying on people like harvesting crops—cut one round and move on. Later, they ran into someone they couldn't afford to mess with and nearly landed in jail. In the end, they escaped only by paying out every last cent they had. That was when they came running to my mother for refuge. As for Bruce, he was a notorious playboy. His "record" was meeting five women in one night, something he had

I have not had many experiences with men, but my friendship with Elijah has stood the test of time. When I was married, we maintained strict boundaries, careful not to do anything that could disrespect my marriage. But now that I was a free woman, we talked more often about everything,my health, my work, my internet audience, and my life in general. He was also the only man I had known who had no history of polygamy, and that alone made him different from the kind of men I grew up knowing .

“Brandon. Fuck me, Uncle Brandon. Ruin me.” By day three, the brushes turned deliberate. He'd stand too close in the narrow hallway, his chest grazing my back as he reached for a towel. "Excuse me, baby girl." Baby girl! The words went straight to my core. I started wearing shorter shorts, tighter tops. Testing him. His jaw would clench, that fat cock twitching in his jeans when he thought I wasn't looking. We talked more. Real shit. He told me about life on the road, fights, loyalty, the code of the club. I told him about college boys who couldn't make me cum, how empty it felt. His eyes flashed with something possessive.

My stomach dropped. “What… what are you talking about?” I stuttered, trying to furrow my brows like I had no idea, even as my soaked panties clung to my still-throbbing cunt. He nodded toward the laptop screen where the two men were still ruthlessly using the woman between them—one cock stretching her mouth, the other pounding her cunt. “Threesome fantasy, huh?” His voice was low and rough. “You moaned my name while you fucked yourself, sister. I heard every filthy little ‘Jason… fuck…’ so don’t play dumb now.”