Novel & Cerita Story For Men

Now, less than fifteen minutes later, over sixteen thousand people are watching the livestream, and the comments are wild, making me fear that my phone is about to crash. “How did this happen?” I ask quietly, and it’s more of a rhetorical question, but Keith answers anyway. “I mean, crazy husbands only show up on a livestream, confessing to killing their mistresses, only to then go on to try and kill their wives ever so rarely, so you could say the people tuned in to witness the once in a lifetime drama first hand. You’ve become really popular within a few minutes, Ms Nalani,” he explains, and my mouth opens wide in pure shock. “Truly historical,” he adds, and I gasp, laughter falling from m

I paused then added; "At eighteen." Mark gave me a dirty look. "It wasn't my fault I was just you know..." "Shy, I know all about it. Now go ahead and tell me the story." I smiled at him. "Tell it like you were telling one of your dirty stories for your little friends." Mark belonged to a "Club" as he called it where all the members' men and women alike were gorgeous, professional, well off, and sexually dominant. They met once a month, had dinner then sat around swapping dirty stories about their latest conquests. The club was secret and according to Mark had been around for generations.

“Then I'll let it be.” “That's my woman over there—” the man chuckled. “Don't you want to tell me something about The Moonclaw Pack? I think you should. Or don't we have men as strong as a man should be over there?” “Well, we have strong men but they are not as strong as your men are. You know, Father talked about wars they've gone for and lost in the past. I don't think that it's the same with you, or is it? I don't think so.” Concluding on my behalf, I went into my thoughts.

“You need a real man. Someone who can take control. Someone who can make you scream.” I smiled weakly but inside my heart was beating fast. I already knew a real man—Daniel, old, strong, and dominant. He made me feel things Mark never could. Even though we hadn't had full sex yet, his touches and dirty words were driving me crazy. What if we fucked? I would lose my fucking mind.

I thought I’d get a moment to breathe. Kade pulled out, the wet sound of his withdrawal echoing in the quiet room. He cleared his throat, a sharp, deliberate sound. "Come in," he called out, his voice loud and commanding. My eyes widened. I scrambled to pull my shirt down, my heart leaping into my throat. The door opened, and two men walked in. They were massive…buff, hairy, and twice my size, just like Kade. They looked like they’d stepped straight out of some hyper-masculine fever dream.

A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and filthy, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last time, and some are about every single time in between. What they all share: heat. Hunger. The moment when wanting becomes having. Short, filthy and unforgettable.

Can't wait to get started. ##################### Disclaimer: Please note that this is just a story and it doesn't define how any kind of relationship should be. This story is purely fictional and does not have any connection to any actual story or any persons lives.

We're not in the mansion now because we have to take care of everyone, so the magicians who together create a large bath for both men and women will take precedence. I don't think I'm fully awake yet because from my perspective it's completely a man but… But, from the physique to the hair, it's all the same as I.

“I suggest that you take this time away to get your head on straight. If people discovered that you’re showing me your body, we’d be accused of incest and I have no intention of being hanged because you can’t summon up a bit of modesty. I’m sure Denai isn’t thrilled about the threat of being accused of lesbianism because of the way you openly moon over her either. I’ll wager that’s why she dove so heavily into the breeding program. You may long for the hangman’s noose, but keep the rest of us out of it.” “It’s so unfair. It’s only mandatory for the girls to breed. Men get a choice. Men also don’t have to be pregnant for nine months and then risk dying when they go through the birthing pr

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!