Angst Prompts Novels & Stories

His eyes which were the colour of blood raked down at her form as if studying her nervous posture " Go" He spoke dismissively in that low voice that made shivers run down her spine Angy turned around and hurried her way up the flight of stairs feeling his burning gaze following each step she took By the time she was leaning against the closed door of her bedroom, her breaths her in pants and her underwear completely soaked. What the hell was wrong with her?! She had never felt such strong urges towards someone like this before, and she was fucking nineteen! She was way past her hormone driven years

His reaction was immediate; one hand steadied me while the other began to unbutton my shirt. Panic surged through me, but his grip was firm. "Where do you think you're going, Yvette? I'm in this state because of you." His voice was low and close, his breath warm against my ear as he nibbled it gently. "Also, I'm an adult now."

Chapter 14. Angela has a dream where she's tied to a tree surrounded by blue water, she looks down at the water but she sees a different person as her reflection, a more powerful and stronger female that looks like her, but she could swear it wasn't her. Her reflection looked more lively, happy , chubby and refreshed. She paused for a second to notice if anything would happen to her reflection, but it was still there staring right in the face. Angela became even more scared, because she had never seen such a thing before. How can a reflection or shadow be more healthier than the person who owns the reflection?

I say nervously and his body adjust getting more interested. "Tell me, what exactly are you scared of?" Angel wasn't giving up. My heart ... You could take a little more of this explosive feelings. Once we got to the penthouse I could separate from him and breath well. Angel tilts my jaw upwards signaling to me to look at me which I manage to do. "Mmhmm? I asked a question." "The things you'd do."

Heavy breathing turns into a low groan. Angel ignores me. Her fingers travel past my injury, reaching higher, and slowly move to my groin. My hand stops hers. "No," I say sternly. She's so damn bratty and in need of a spanking. Her slow, sensual smile tells me that's exactly what she wants too. She's playing with fire and it's very obvious she wants to burn.

"I wasn’t trying to—I—" "Don’t be shy, Angel. I’m all yours, and if you don’t push me away soon… you’ll become very familiar with my cum." His words, laced with an audacious promise, sent a tremor through her, igniting a desperate longing that had her body trembling in response.

“You want me to send the video? Do it. On your knees” Fear and anger surged in my chest but the image of that video spreading, of losing my scholarship, and if my mother's disappointed face crushed my resistance. “Fine. I'll suck your cock. Only suck it. And then you let me go. No tip. No anything”. He nodded quickly, almost desperately. “Deal. Just suck it. I promise”. I lowered myself into the gravel, wincing at the sharp bits that dug into my knees. His cock hovered in front of my face, thick and veined, the tip already glistening.

Ero **** on the first date she confided in me i have a chromosomal disorder, disorder, disorder i need love and pain strangely mixed together my elixirs i suffer reality distoooorrtions a ghastly Vatican of ****** compulsions my soul is black matter my **** a seething cauldron of despicable desire my *** cries for homicidal cruelty mold me into a ******* fold me like a two dollar beach chair the wrong way tear me to bits unwind my intestine eat me like a blood ******* ghoul make me squirm like an anime victim i thought oh finally a soul mate with soul strange as a Dionysian mad hatter on hallucinogenics hot girl creeping grimacing at me meandering conjurations by ****** contortions stunning

Steam rose around them as he lifted one of her legs and slid into her from behind again. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Ara whimpered, her cheek pressed against the cool glass. “You’re getting addicted, aren’t you?” Damon taunted as he thrust deep and slowly, teasing her. “Every time you sit at that desk trying to write, you’re thinking about my cock stretching this tight cunt.” “Yes…” she admitted breathlessly. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I crave you even when I’m writing.” He started fucking her harder, pressing her breasts against the glass. His hand reached around to rub her clit in fast circles while he edged her cruelly, bringing her right to the brink, then slowing down.

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.