Tryst Novels & Stories

He could feel himself drowning in the pool of lust called Grey Ray and he doesn't know how to get out. How to survive in his attacks. Ray slowly pulled away, his eyes settling on the brunet who's panting heavily, lips swollen and parted. "This is just the start, Justin. Run now, if you want to." Ray whispered, his eyes dark with lust and hunger for the brunet. Justin bit his lower lip, his head in a hazy state. He doesn't know anymore. All he wants is to give in. And that's what he did. Justin claimed his lips.

He inserts his finger in my coochie and starts stroking me rhythmically, I feel something build up in my abdomen and I feel uncomfortable ,I wonder what's happening to me and just as I've watched from movies, I grab hold of his dick and starts caressing it's too,he groans in pleasure and when he's just about to enter me,the door is knocked and in enters a beautiful girl. When I walk out of Kyle's office, I'm so ashamed of myself,I don't just understand why he would want to have sex with me when he had a girlfriend already or whatever she is. I'm so embarrassed but I have nothing else to do. Maybe I'll just wait for him to explain everything to me, whatever I feel for him is so strong and I d

It felt so wrong, yet so right at the same time. He growled, then yanked off his soggy clothes, I hadn't noticed. He yanked me and lodged himself at the entrance of my core. “I didn't consent to this.” I let out before he could thrust in. Aiden stilled, his dilated pupils cleared in an instant, and he widened his eyes as he gazed at me. He released me from his grip swiftly, as if he was being burnt by a hot potato. I became aware of the position I was in, and I shut my legs together whilst glancing at anywhere but him.

She would never trust me again. I sprang up and hurried over to our bedroom. I half expected the room to be deserted, but there she was, lying on the bed. I approached her and took a seat beside her. Her eyes were closed and her face was concealed beneath her arm. Her respiration was shallow, but her lungs continued to take in air. Her heartbeat thumped against the side of her neck, which I could see. "Syd," I struggled to find the right words. "I am sorry. I-," I was at a loss for words. How do I rationalise my fury and possessiveness?

CHAPTER 51 The campus was bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, casting a warm ambiance over the lush greenery and modern buildings. Mira and Ethan walked hand in hand, their footsteps synchronized as they strolled through the quiet paths. The evening air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the distant chirping of crickets provided a soothing background melody. They had just left the fountain, where they had made their wishes and sealed their love with a kiss. The world seemed perfect, wrapped in the magic of their reunion.

I mutter, lowering my gaze to the white cotton shirt around me. I sense him stiffening without even looking at him. He just watches me struggle with the buttons, my fingers trembling too much to fasten them properly. I huff under my breath, frustration bubbling up, when he suddenly moves. Instinctively, I step away from him. Tristin halts in his way just as my gaze snaps up. His jaw clenches, and something flickers in his eyes—something fragile and wounded. “ I just want to help… ” He utters in a soft voice. “ Just that. I don’t want sex. I am not…going to solve things that way anymore. ”

Our rivalry has turned into something wilder, something that lives in how neither of us will be first to admit we have had enough. “Still with me?” he checks. “Yes,” I tell him. “Harder.” Troy gives it to me rough. Another orgasm builds from somewhere low and heavy. As it crashes over me, I cry out so loudly that the sound echoes through the entire locker room. He holds me up and carries me through it with short, grinding strokes that keep the pleasure rolling until I am sobbing for breath. Still, he does not stop. His hips keep moving. The steam thickens, the water never cools, and I understand with perfect clarity that neither of us is ready to leave.

"Kayla, what are you doing? Come with me!" Tristan's voice snapped me back. He clamped onto my hand and dragged me toward the back corner, his eyes bloodshot. I yanked back, but his grip wouldn't budge. "Let go! That spot isn't safe!" Tristan only tightened his hold and shot me a glare. "Cut it out," he said through clenched teeth. "I'm not letting you run off again. Stay with me in the triangle zone, and you won't lose a single hair. Don't play hero this time. And don't even think about making me owe you."

I know he’s the right person to fill that void for Freya, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust someone again. I trusted Anton when we were younger, but every time I called him, he was at a club or party where tons of women were in the background, causing me to worry, so I broke up with him. He swears he was faithful to me the entire time, and I want to believe him, but there’s a voice in the back of my mind that doubts him. I married Lincoln, believing that he truly loved me and would be faithful, only to find out how foolish I was.

Rhett The familiar scent of pine and earthy dampness greets me as I cross into Forest Trails territory. Home. Though that word feels hollow now, more obligation than comfort. Like everything else in my life lately, it’s complicated by duty and expectations I never asked for. Tracy will be waiting at the clubhouse, neutral territory for what promises to be anything but a neutral conversation. We agreed to meet here rather than the dungeon where we usually play. This isn't about scene negotiation or pleasure; this is about ending something that should have been simple but never really was.