Young Hot Novels & Stories

Dahlia, this little beauty, has a few friends who keep us company. I look over in the direction Joe is pointing and see a swarm of young girls who appear to be closer to eighteen than twenty-five years old. I have serious doubts that Dahlia should be holding that drink in her hand. I'm going to need a drink or five to get through the rest of the night. I walk over to the bar and order a rum and Coke. Two young ladies immediately encircle me. "Hello, my name is Honey," one of them says. "And I'm Sugar," the other adds.

It is definitely expensive to stay here, even for a single night. “Cherry, right? How old are you?” Skye, who was simply seated on the couch across from me, gave me a bright grin. “I’m 23.” I gave him a shy smile. “Hmm, really?” He smiled at me broadly. I wouldn’t have noticed, but when he smiles, he has a special effect on others. I couldn’t help but return my gaze to Zach, who was still sipping from the small bar. He’s also handsome. As well as Jeff, who has a jolly personality.

he said blankly. Just then, the girl who was inside his car came out. She was almost naked. Wasn't she cold? It felt like I could die any moment from the cold and here she was, technically naked. And he called me a whore... "Baby, who is she?" she faked smiling at me. She was tall, probably 6ft, and she also had hills on. "She is no one, no one you need to know," Jack told her. That hurts. "You can go now, I don't want you here." he gritted out at me.

He was so cute. That thought made Juicy take a step back and walk out of the room. She had not just thought that, had she? She walked into the kitchen and robotically began preparing a meal. Juicy had never thought any white man was cute. Ever. A man, to her, was black and hard...although white men sometimes paid more attention to her then black men did. Black men were so busy trying to get with the high yella girls that they couldn't always appreciate full lips, thick hips and thighs. She wondered if Troy was a white man that appreciated full hips and th-

Only her. The world seemed to narrow instantly. Cami followed Ariana’s gaze. “Oh my God,” she shouted over the music. “What?” Ariana asked quickly, trying to stay calm. “That guy!” Ariana’s stomach flipped. Cami leaned closer. “He is ridiculously hot.” Of course she noticed. Anyone would. Cami kept staring. “Look at him,” she continued, half laughing. “He looks like he walked into the wrong building.” Ariana swallowed. Mateo hadn’t moved.

My name is Isaac Young, I am Grey’s great uncle, his father was my cousin, the only male cousin I have. When we were young, since our age is just about the same, we used to go well together. We hang out, we play and even spend most of our young years together. He was like the brother and best friend to me when we were younger, but after we grew up, that relationship we had with each other gradually faded.

The voice sounded pissed already, and I wrinkled my brows before buzzing my lips in resignation. “See, I look at everyone, and they're busy having the time of their lives while I wait on a jackass who thinks I'm a teenager with a high libido.” “Don't you think he's the rudest jerk ever?” I asked. “Damn it, Zee, share your location. I'm coming to pick you up.” The voice said in a more urgent tone. Running my polished nails through my hair, I straightened my back, suddenly feeling the need to run my fingers into my thighs.

When I'm down to my underwear he takes the rest off and starts the hot tub. The water is warm and no one else is around. Just us. Two forbidden adults spending the night in a hotel. Two adults wanting to spend time together before fall break ends. It's the last night of fall break and for a few more moments we let the fantasy continue. The dream we are living today is a fleeting heart ache tomorrow. His career and my student enrollment can go fuck themselves tonight, tonight I am making love to Blake Oakley in a hot tub. The bubbles are foaming and the champagne is sweet to the taste. Blake and I are naked. The hot tub is in the shape of a heart. I climb on top of Blake and start riding his

The Hot New Transfer. Our eyes meet, he smiles and my heart starts beating like a drum. Millie is walking almost behind me. I cannot talk to him now. He is approaching me. Ignoring him over the weekend was a bad idea. I should have given him a brief about the rumors he will hear at school. How everyone considers me a… What’s the word for it? A woman of easy virtue… Which is funny, considering some girls around me change boyfriends every other week. Obviously, there is a rotation because there ain’t many hot eligible boys available. Jacob is a new hope for them, and I am not willing to take their hope away. Nope.

“Well… well, does it matter? I feel better having her suffer right here.” Pausing for a brief moment, Kim began “you need an heir, she can't give that to you.” Then pulling herself closely to his chest, perhaps the touch of her titties on his chest will make him reconsider this time. “why don’t you try that with me. I am young too.” Her alluring voice came to play as she intentionally pressed and brushed her hooters onto his chest. He smiled. “hmmm”. His cunny smile continued “hmm...”. Then his eyes narrowed while gazing at her calmly “hmm... you don’t understand what you ask for”.