Playboy Novels & Stories

Andrei quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped then yanked down his pants along with his boxer briefs down his legs. Anna’s eyes widened when she saw how huge he was. He was built big and she was sure that if they were to have sex...she wouldn’t be able to take him inside her. He’d tear her apart before they even started.

“Girl, they definitely have to pay for it. Free trials are not part of our offerings. Don’t judge us, you’re already in the game. You’ve got to face it.” No, I won't handle it. Suddenly, the door swung open, and in walked a man. He had the appearance of someone in his late 50s. He sported a sharply tailored suit and sunglasses, despite the room being perfectly bright. I quickly crawled to the back of the girl next to me and tucked myself away, trying to keep him from noticing me. The other girls were completely uncovered. Especially for those who were completely bare, it felt like just another ordinary occurrence. And the man didn’t seem to mind.

And at present Master Jerome had something special in store for me. Pennies’ Porno Palace on the outside didn’t look much different from a Toy’s R Us store. But once you entered the front doors you knew that no children would ever see the toys for sale in there. The huge lobby was set up more like a library, or grocery store in that there were aisles with row upon row of pornography of every kind from books, and magazines to videotapes, and DVDs. From the four walls hung every adult nuance known to mankind from whips, and manacles, to dildos, and blow up life like dolls.

Just his annoying stepsister who got in the way. I was so lost in my heartbreak that I wasn't watching where I was going. I clutched my notebook against my chest like a shield - the notebook that contained my most dangerous secrets. Inside those pages, I had written everything I could never say out loud. Stories about Ryan's perfect body, about touching his muscles, about kissing him until we both couldn't breathe. I also wrote about other hot guys on campus - their abs, their arms, their lips. Everyone at school was obsessed with these stories. They had been posted online anonymously, and the whole campus was trying to figure out who the mystery writer was. The one who wrote such detailed,

One in every five ladies at his college had a thing or two to say about his dick. Although he stopped partying and having sex with every Jane, Stella, and Bellamy just before graduation, he couldn't shake off the name he built for himself. Once a playboy, always a playboy, right? During the early years of his taking control of Brown and Co, pictures of him going in and out of hotels with women were always plastered on several newspaper pages and gossip blogs.

Just below the pic a phrase caught her eyes and that was - " PRINCE OF NIGHTLIFE " •••••• The girl moaned loudly but her moans got muffled by the pillow. She is on her knees and her face is buried deep in the pillow, her hands were behind her back gripped hardly by a man who is plunging his hard rod deep inside her womanhood. Her painful yet pleasurable moans, his raging breath and skin slapping are the only sounds to be heard in the whole luxurious room of the penthouse present at the 100th floor of the building. She screamed more loudly when he gripped her waist more tightly digging his nail on her waist giving her hard yet slow thrust.

I said firmly, leaving no room for argument. No answer. I turned around to see him talking to two girls. He was putting his arm out in front of him and they were touching his biceps. "No, ladies, I'm not on steroids. These guns are the real deal, baby" He said smugly, flexing his arm muscles. The girls giggled and carried on touching his arm, making me roll my eyes. He didn't listen to a word I'd said I walked away from the weird scene and made my way to the lunch hall.

Well, not you, that's for sure… “Ellie, we talked about this. Sarah is the only girl in the whole world who can make a playboy like him be loyal to a girl. Whoever this girl is, she’ll be gone soon. Just break them up now so that Xander can date my cousin.” Cassie told me.

“I agree. If there’s anything to breathe new life into Edge—” “We’re doing so poorly, we’ve all grown so scared; we’re all reporting from safe, scared places, afraid to push the button in case we explode. We’re already withering here. We need to write about the topics that scare us, fascinate us . . . and nobody fascinates this city more than our billionaire bachelors. Do you know who I’m talking about?” “The playboys?” Her lips twist. “The worst of them all.” She pulled out another magazine. I stared at the cover, which said Angel or Devil? “James Godfrey,” I whispered.

His three other friends sighed at him. Among them, the top notched playboy is Atty. Paolo; he has three or more girlfriends. He has different girls per day. He said, it is like a menu, he just needs to pick his choice to be his meal for the day. The second-in-line branded playboy of course is Atty. Garette; the one who prided himself on not having s*x twice with the same woman. His principle actually is “Never lose a case and never bed a woman twice.” Until today, Atty. Garette could still say so, that he never bedded a woman twice. In the coming days, however, Atty. Garette is not sure anymore and that man-made waterfall was hi