“Hands on the hood, ma’am.” “But, officer, I haven’t-” He pressed the pistol into her side as he leaned into her back. She froze, his breath blew along her cheek. “I said, ‘hands on the hood.’ Don’t move or I’ll have to take you down.” She pressed her hands to the hood and didn’t fight …
This scenario got me going a bit… Drabble for storyin12 – Oh, Grace. Aren’t you just the prettiest little fuckdoll? The way your eyes go unfocused when I force you to your knees. The way your mouth opens wide when I unzip my jeans. The way your cunt gets wet when I say I’m ready …
Sometimes I’m standing outside the bathroom looking in. I do a little turn and think, “this would make a good selfie moment.” I’m getting ready for the day and decided to snap the photo instead of just thinking about it. I realized, too, that I live in controlled mess. You get a peek of the …
This is the story of the box. A truth or folk lore, it has roots in ancient Aztec history. Discovered by a small enclave of Coixtlahuaca on a hunting expedition, the natives were captivated by the discovery. The box was decorated with raised swirls and lines that glowed red when touched. They couldn’t open it …
He tapped her cheek until she lifted her head and then prized her mouth open to insert the ball gag. “So you’ll behave today?” She looked away, her lashes fanning over her mascara stained cheeks. He traced her stretched lips and smiled at the drool already forming. Circling her slowly, he took in her predicament. …
He could smell her cunt. A cross of her long legs and her dress would billow, wafting the most delicious smell. His cock was half hard and quickly growing as she uncrossed and crossed her legs again. It was teasing him. He’d stopped paying attention to the movie ten minutes ago. The slide of her …