Beating My Meat Novels & Stories

Burying the bitterness I felt, I smirked and said with feigned indifference, "The machetes got rusty, and some people ended up being trash. You were right. When it's time to get rid of something, I should just do it. Don't apologize, Michael. You should be congratulating me instead." The salty sea breeze was a little chilly, but Michael's gaze was unmistakably fiery as he looked at me. We stood there in silence for some time before a knowing smirk formed on his face. "Congratulations are indeed in order. Congratulations to you for ridding yourself of your depressing past and stepping into the next stage of your life. I should be congratulated as well." Confused, I turned to him and asked, "W

He hauled me off the ground like a ragdoll. "I've got you now, you little rat," he hissed. His eyes bled red with the beginning of a shift. He prepared to slam me into the mats. I didn't panic. I didn't flail. I remembered the Dregs. When the beast bites, you bite back harder. I let him pull me close. As he wound up for the slam, I drove my forehead into his face. Headbutt. Thud. It hurt me—stars exploded behind my eyes—but it hurt him more. He was stunned. His grip loosened just a fraction.

- He moaned with each beat being received by growls and each strong and deep entry their bodies moving in ecstasy the friction of their bodies moving in harmony. - You can only scream and moan at me, Tsuki Miki. – And snorted Hashaf. The constant beating and accelerating so fast that as soon as he left, he was already in he beat so fast that the constant slaps were heard with the sounds of beatings, which came with each beat he beat by slapping each of his passes in a hot and tight cave whose walls were falling apart. contract in constant in and out. When he was forcing her to accept his length, beat faster, if possible, with slaps of skin against skin, frantic screams, and rambling words, w

I know I can go even faster, but my legs argue with my brain, and they’re winning. “You’re gonna have to do better than that if you wanna beat your old man, Bebita!” I hear his voice through the pack link, and I can just imagine the smirk on his face. Argh! I have to beat him. Today is the day I wipe that smug grin off his face! I push myself even more. We’ll soon run out of woods, but I don’t care; it’s all or nothing. So I give it my all. I can see the distance closing; I’m finally catching up! Then, in one quick move, he spins around and lifts me in the air by my arm, spinning me around to break the momentum, and he places me gently on the ground. Then he bursts into hysterics, clutching

Her chest reacted again. Sharp. Sudden. She grabbed the table. “What is this…” she whispered. Her heart was beating faster now. Faster than before. And she did not know why. Back in the medical room, The machine started reacting. The numbers increased rapidly. The doctor’s eyes widened. “Sir,your heart rate,” “I can see it,” Adrian said calmly. But his gaze was focused. Sharp. “Record the pattern,” he added. “Yes, sir.” The machine continued beeping faster.

So, going against all my instincts, I bare my teeth, push myself forward and jump on blue eyed monster to rip his throat out. But the man is fast, just in time shifting to a wolf. We crash together on the ground and I manage to bite his neck, ripping hairs and skin out, my nails digging in his soft stomach. I unleash myself on him, drawing more blood. I guess he did not expect me to be like this, I took him by surprise. But now, he attacks me back, sinking his teeth in my flesh. We continue this vicious, bloody dance another few minutes, neither me nor him wanting to give up.

She had nothing to hide and it was more than okay for her. “Nothing” Jane did not push forward, she was aware he would keep his own end of the bargain. The couple ad their, meal in silence. It's been a long time since he had home home-cooked meal and for such a long time he felt grateful having someone to share his meal with. As they walked to the bedroom, Damon could feel her nervousness, she appeared cool and calm from the outside however her mind was racing and she missed a couple of things he said.

I am still—his Luna. I just went to the kitchen and prepared something to eat. I'm sure Duke won't come home, so I'll be eating alone again. I took some rice from the stove and put the dish I had cooked earlier in the microwave to preheat it. I finish my food quickly as I can; it's been a while since I ate fresh meat. As I was cleaning the plate I used, I heard the sound of a car approaching the main door. I immediately wipe my wet hands and walk towards the door to open it for him.

Taking her small finger into her mouth, Mel nipped on the flesh, her fangs sinking into Beatrice's small finger. Beatrice's eyes widened and she tried to pull away but her sister had taken her hand into her mouth and in-between her fangs. "Grilled meat." She chewed on the finger, not so hard and not so gentle too. "Aye sister dear, this is Beatrice, not some grilled meat." Beatrice went down to bit her sister on the hand too. "Ahhh." Mel cried out, standing up in a swift move that her head came in contact with Beatrice's nose.

"What are you going to have her do? Fuck first, then hunt deer later?" I wiped my clammy palms against my combat shorts, then stalked out to face the assholes head-on. Little did they know I purchased the meat from the butcher's shop today. I even bought a supermarket marinade to brush over it while it cooked. I just hoped that Izzy liked Texan food and didn't compare it to a Fear Factor trial.