Accidental Penetration Novels & Stories

"Look who crossed the perimeter. I don't see your emergency wall anywhere, Thorne." Vivian swallowed hard, her jaw tightening as she desperately tried to summon her clinical, boardroom demeanor while trapped in an emerald lace embrace. "You migrated in your sleep, Avery. Your physical trajectory compromised the structural integrity of the barrier. I was merely attempting to salvage my schedule." "Is that what you call it?" Avery teased, a slow, dangerous smile finally tugging at the corner of her lips. She deliberately shifted her weight, her body brushing against Vivian’s as she leaned in just a fraction closer.

I take a deep breath and nod, deciding to trust her. I do as she asks, relaxing my ass despite clenching my hands into her bed sheets. Her finger teases me a little more as her other hand continues to work my cock over. I decide to focus on that as she explores me a little more. She slips her finger in further and I gasp at the intense sensation. I've never experienced anything like this before and it's incredible yet foreign. I wait for something weird to happen or for it to hurt, but there's nothing but pleasure.

This move needed to be flawless, it would be the first 'accidental encounter' in the long list of calculated collisions to follow. It wasn't that Liam lacked the skills for a direct approach, he could easily walk up, sweet-talk her, and charm her into believing she was his love at first sight. But that method was too ordinary, too easily dismissed. A quick rejection would leave him no believable route for a second attempt. Not that she could actually stop him, but if she flagged him as a persistent creep following her after a clear denial, his entire mission would be dead on arrival. This wasn't a casual pickup; it was a mandate to occupy her every thought. Therefore, the task required long-

He had done nothing that could cause the accident except to open up a bottle of wine. "Yes you," she said countering him. If she did not get distracted by him she would have been so focused on the meat that there would have been no errors. "I think you must be making a mistake. I made no move whatsoever to come close to the grill. I even stood at arm's length. I do not even know how to operate one. So how can I be at fault?" he asked flustered by her accusations. "What is burning?"

"You seem much more calm now, and I understand what you're trying to say. I know you feel as if what you're doing isn't enough, and I'm going to tell you that what you're doing is enough. You've done the best you could with what you were given, and you always put us first. It was wrong of me to say that you don't care about us. The kids love you; they are just mad at you for not hearing their side of the story when it comes to disciplining them. You just get so angry at them that they shut down emotionally." "I know, and that's about to change. While I was in Vegas, I married someone, and it wasn't by mistake; it was accidental, because there's a major difference between mistake and accident

The security guards of the mall hurried over, but they couldn"t stop it. At this moment, Kristen caught a glimpse of a fan from the corner of her eye. She picked up a small vase on the counter and threw it over. Her pupils contracted as she watched the vase fly toward her. However, there was a deviation in its direction and it couldn"t hit Kristen. However, the one beside her was a child enjoying the show! Kristen"s expression changed. At this critical moment, she rushed over and the vase hit her directly on the forehead. The pain came and she lost her balance in her high heels. She accidentally fell to the ground and her palm was still stuck in the broken pieces of the vase.

She focused on the task at hand, wondering how she could pierce the needle in his body when he wasn’t even ready to talk to him. “Mr. Ben, there is something on your neck.” She said as she walked towards him. She couldn’t believe that she had thought of such a lame plan. But, she decided to continue and see if it worked. When she was just a few feet away, Mr. Ben suddenly stretched his legs. Sia’s feet got caught on them. She stumbled and fell, accidentally piercing herself with the needle.

Her body jerked, and her finger accidentally pulled the trigger. The sound was deafening, too loud for the small room. Corinne looked down slowly, staring at her chest as the pain shot through her. She saw a small hole in her shirt, and then the red spread. It moved fast, soaking into the fabric. At the same time, Madison staggered backward, dizzy from the blow to her head. She couldn't see straight. Her high heel caught the edge of the glass-topped center table, and she fell backward with a heavy thud. The table shattered beneath her, and a large, sharp piece of glass drove deep into her back as she landed.

Because adding gas wasn’t bad enough he was grilling shirtless. Then there was the drunk who decided to crush a beer can on his forehead. It would have been fine had the can not ripped open and cut up his forehead. Some cuts were so deep they required stitches. There was the unfortunate pinata accident where a man got hit in the ribs with the metal bat they used to break it open. Cracked a rib and gave him a nasty bruise. The little kid that accidentally hit him was upset that he hit his uncle. The uncle was great about it and called the kid down saying he didn't blame that he should have moved out of the way of a blindfolded kid with a bat. Then there was the seven-year-old that decided to

My hurried steps led me to the storage room, where I retrieved a mop, hoping to erase any traces of my clumsy mishap. As I rushed back to the scene of the accident, my focus on the task at hand momentarily blinded me to the details of the present. In my anxious attempt to clean up the spilled milk, I neglected the care with which I put on my slippers. The floor beneath remained slippery, and in a twist of fate, my foot slid out from under me.