Arrogant male ego Stories

I was driving to meet my husband, Rob, at the bar where he and some of his coworkers liked to meet to talk about nothing and to wash the day away. I had just taken care of a "problem" that I had that Rob was unaware of, as was I until just a few days ago. There was a secret that needed to stay hidden for my life to return to normal, and hopefully, my acts of, let's say, coercion and consequences towards my adversary hopef...

The hallway stretched before me, a dim tunnel of shadows and muted sounds. The music from the party was a distant thrum, a reminder of the vibrant energy far away. My ruffle-trimmed bodycon dress, a thin veil against the cool air, made me feel soft and vulnerable. As I teetered forward, my heels clicked softly on the polished floor, each tap echoing the nervous flutter in my chest. I looked up at the dark stranger who sto...

At the Samhain Festival, he spotted a curvy redhead dressed in black, her gown exposing her voluptuous breasts. Feeling lucky, he approached from behind, gripping her ass. “Buy you a drink?” Fierce eyes glared at him. “Jeez, loosen up, Pumpkin. Your tits are screaming for attention; I’d be happy to introduce them to my mouth.” In hushed tones, he heard, “Careful, dude, she’s a witch.” “Oh, you’re a witch? Just cast a spel...