Trish Stratus Nsfw Novels & Stories

I whispered at last, the words so soft they barely felt real as they left my lips. He tilted his head slightly, studying me, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and something darker, as if he were weighing the truth of my confession. His voice dropped, low and unfiltered, more honest than gentle. “But you work at the club as a stripper, right? You don’t have a boyfriend. Or were you trying to keep yourself?”

* You know, for two weeks Trish never stopped disturbing me about writing to kelvin which we never did. But today i noticed something totally different in her when we had that new guy, Dash. So, I’m removing maybe from her being wild and I’m adding a big yes to her being a flirt. She wouldn't stop hovering round him like she's some host of fallen angel. She is shameless. Or maybe I should be the one ashamed, cause what Trish is doing now is probably called being brave and shooting your shots before someone else does. And I would probably never get to know what that feels like.

Instead of him taking his eyes off my body, he just smiled. The pillow didn't hit him, because I was weak, it just fell. Letse! That was exhausting! It's comfortable but exhausting! I looked around, hoping to find something I could throw at him, but there was no hope, the pillow next to me was gone. Where did the others go? I turned to him narrowly. It was still staring at my body. Fu*k. I don’t know if I soaked well or not. This is wrong... Wrong is wrong ... Especially if it is not continued! I'm not a child anymore, there's nothing wrong with giving myself to a handsome stranger like him? Atlis is difficult. I look down on manhood. Worth it, it definitely hurts.

Cutting me off Chris pointed at the computer. "See the thing is Matt, you're watching these videos and all the little barely legal's on here are acting like sluts because, well they are, but they're also making big bucks. Tracy's a normal girl who's only gotten one dick in her life, and doesn't have a clue." Chris looked over at the computer where the video had ended. Leaning over he gave my chair a push, causing me to roll a couple of feet to the right. "Here let me get in there."

She won't be able to take it if it's Ethan this time or if it's Elliot again. Trish's panic-stricken screaming of "Matt! Mattias!" can be clearly heard from outside the room. "Where the hell are you two?! Matthew?! Mattias! We're going to die in here!" Then it was immediately followed by the sound of her footsteps as she burst into the door. "Wilson! What are you both doing in here? We are being attacked, and you are just standing here with this bitch!" She hollered in annoyance at the sight in front of her. "The Gregorys and the Allisters are there outside, and they are attacking us. I do not intend to die in here, if you must know! Good grief! I am only here for the money that you promised

I made my way to the crowd but the last person I wanted to see blocked my way. "Liam, sire." Stanley blocked my way. "I need to talk to you for a moment about Trish." "What about her?" I replied angrily. "She didn't spend the night in our room last night and I couldn't find her." "I was with her. Did I not tell you to stay away from her? Why are you still looking for her?" I glared at him. "You fucked her." He stated chuckling. "Then you know exactly why. She is a fucking goddess in bed. She is so tight, so raw, and so responsive. I couldn't get enough of that slut's cunt. She tasted better than any drug. Her taste is addictive..."

“Perhaps my wife understands better than you that I do what is best for the family.” Tris stalked away from the car, her hips swinging in the ancient rhythm of eve. Her sleek hair swung past her shoulders, and she stopped beside him as if in full support. “I’m Tris , by the way, your brother’s new wife. And no, he didn’t woo me with compliments. He did it the old-fashioned way.” She paused for dramatic effect and twisted those full lips in a mocking smile. “With great sex.” The chirp of birds was the only sound that broke the deafening silence.

Liam needed her help, and she was glad for the escape. *** What had just happened? Stralath glanced around the empty room. Well, that was a massive fail. She wasn't interested in being snapped up by an investor? Was she crazy? Surprised at her reaction, he headed for the exit, analyzing where he'd made an error and their next plan of attack. Sex trafficker? She thought he was a sex trafficker? Feeling offended, Stralath huffed out a breath. Did he look like a sex trafficker? He'd need to G****e the term and see if he had any criminal resemblance?

"I wore that same face the night I met Lydia. That moment of knowing you've found exactly what you want and realizing it's exactly what you can't have." "Don't." The word came out raw. "Don't you dare compare—" "Why not? It's the truth." Garrison tilted his head, studying him with the detached interest of someone watching something fall. "So tell me. What is she? What's got you this twisted up inside?" Kadence should have said nothing. Should have thrown him out and let the night end there. He didn't. "She's a stripper." The words landed in the silence and stayed there.

she said, her voice more loud. My nose flared in anger, “You just said that because you are pissed at me and I get it. I'm sorry, okay? I needed relief from the torture you kept giving me, you were seducing me and I couldn’t touch you. Then seeing you touch yourself in the tub and moaning my name just threw me off Taking a deep breath, I rushed out, "So, I went to the room to wank off. I was in the bathroom when Trish came in. I was vulnerable, Niv, and she saw that and took advantage of it,”