Turn Me On Stories Novels & Stories

HER POV Fastforward to Year 2020 Teett.. My message alert sounded. Woow, so sexy. Sir Dan, a friend of mine commented. He sent me a photo I just uploaded in my Instapix. I was lying on my stomach on the sand with one foot up and wearing my two piece bikini. Haha... Just a day out with my cousins at the beach. And here's another one! Sir Dan sent another message right after I uploaded a photo of me standing in the two piece bikini turning my back to the camera and raising my arms to the sky.

flowers everywhere, guests in their best clothes, soft music playing. Damon waited at the altar looking proud, like a man who thought he’d won. Jade stood in the front row dabbing her eyes. My father sat tall in the second row. Mrs. Calloway was on the other side, posture perfect. I walked down the aisle smiling, bouquet in one hand, the small weight of the flash drive tucked safely in the inner pocket of my dress. The AV guy waited near the front. I stopped for a second, leaned in close, and handed him the drive. “It’s labeled ‘Our Story.’ Play it right when I reach the altar. I want it to be a surprise for everyone.”

He sucked my lower lip, and that sent a twitch down my cock. He paused, “don't tell me you're already hard again.” I grinned, “well, what can I say? You easily turn me on.” He shook his head, but his lips turned up, “I'll take that as an invitation for another round then?”

He signaled for the cameras to keep rolling. The live stream chat exploded. Viewers flooded the screen with exclamation marks and question marks, trying to make sense of what was happening. "This woman was sent by a friend of mine, no, I guess you can say, my enemy. They found someone who looked like my lover and planted her by my side. "I played along, encouraged her to grow her online presence, and funneled money into boosting her content, all so that today's broadcast would reach as many people as possible.

In Moonbright, Christian was just finishing up reading some medical papers when he saw a news story about Quentin and his rumored girlfriend. The moment he saw the headline, he couldn't help but tap on it. Christian wasn't one for gossip, but that night, something compelled him to read the story. The reporter had crafted a sensational headline. "Quentin Henderson Caught Getting Intimate in Car with Girlfriend". The photos didn't clearly show the woman's face, but something about her back and clothes looked oddly familiar to Christian.

I may not be the same as I was back then but I'm going to fight till I win my battle. It's been a week since I've seen Josy . These days I've been thinking of how to approach Josy, how to turn a page further in my story .That is why I'm here in front of Josy's office to turn over to a brand new chapter . I knocked on the door and waited for her to respond .After a brief moment I heard a come in and so I went forward to open the door.Josy sat there looking me straight in the eye with a smile plastered on her face .That alone gave me the encouragement that I needed . "Good morning Josy, I have thought of what you said and I'm here to turn a page further in my life." " So ,how has your day bee

Ara sat at her desk just before bedtime, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen. Writing had completely changed for her. No longer was it just a job or a creative outlet. Every word she typed now was a way to process the terrifying truth. Damon Marshall owned her. Every orgasm, every rough thrust, every filthy word he whispered had rewired her completely. She wrote to make sense of how addicted she had become to the man who had bought her for one month. She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired.

“For… noticing, I guess.” He tilted his head slightly. “Congratulations, Amelia. You deserve it. Your stories feel like they come from somewhere real. Most people can’t write truth without breaking something open first.” His voice was low, thoughtful. It wasn’t flattery. It was a kind of understanding she didn’t know she wanted. For a moment, they stood in the quiet — two people surrounded by noise they didn’t belong to. Inside, Colton was calling her name. Amelia turned toward the door. “I should go. They’ll start another toast without me.”

Like I was scared he would disappear. Anthony's hand wrapped around my neck, his blue eyes glazing with unbridled yearning. “There's no turning back now, doll.” I inhaled, not much oxygen, however, with how tight he was gripping my neck. “I'd be a fool to want to turn back now.” In a very unexpected move, I pulled my tank top down, my breasts popping out in his face. His eyes darted to them, his lips parting. I smiled, pressing my thighs together at the same time.

he caressed her chin gently down to her neck, then whispered, "or maybe, me calling you Señorita turns you on." Their conversation seems to be straying. And it's no surprise to Monette. They always do nasty things when they're alone. They only started doing this thing a year ago. Monette couldn't recall how or when she began seeking the warmth of Bernard's body. All she could remember was that he was her first fuck and that she had become addicted to him since then. Naturally, no one knows what is going on between them. It's their dirty little secret.