Black And Mild Freak Novels & Stories

is her body the only thing he blackmails her for? WARNING!!! This book contains graphic sexual scenes and is only intended for mature audience. I promise that this book will be an intense roller coaster ride and there will be a lot of fun scenes as well. So thank you for giving this book a chance and I expect a lot of support from you guys.

As expected, we all wear black. We all look at Bob first, covered in black and purple--he wants to be the walking MANIA album. His hair, which he usually calls ‘waves of purple’, is joined with a black sleeveless shirt with the words ‘black’ written all over it in purple. Dark purple skinny jeans with the rips surrounded by a lighter shade of purple. Lastly, his black converse where he painted the Fall Out Boy logo on the sides. His face only got purple eyeliner.

The bills for her mom’s meds weren’t gonna pay themselves. She’d heard the rumors about Damien Black. Everybody in the circuit had. The man who turned broken riders into something else. Something that won. Something that *belonged*. The barn door creaked open before she even knocked. He filled the frame—six-four easy, shoulders like a draft horse, black hair cropped short, a scar slicing through one dark eyebrow. His eyes dragged over her like he was already pricing her out. Black jeans, black shirt stretched across a chest that looked carved from fucking stone. Boots caked in dirt.

That’s why there was no wondering when people would call her, ‘The Sweet Heartbreaker. The guy walked towards the nearest table and placed his matte black guitar. He went back to us and asked, “Have you eaten your lunch yet?” His name was Chuck. Chuck Furrow. He was half American and half Japanese, and that made his visual very unique in a good way. His face was as smooth as a porcelain, and his jaw was bony and surprisingly sharp. Although he wasn’t as toned and as muscular as the other guys in our class, he was still hot (I couldn’t believe I said that), in his own features. He had long, black hair that was only long enough to be tied at the center of his head. In terms of fashion, Chuck

Was he even the same person? He didn’t know. “What is your favorite color?” Miles lowered his camera in surprise, “Huh?” “Your favorite color, what is it?” Maybe he caught on, because Miles granted a soft smile, glancing down at the camera in his lap, “Grey.” “Grey?” “Yes. It’s a happy medium of all colors, with a million different shades, and a million different purposes. I highly underrated color, might I add. But so valuable.” Aiden nodded in interest, leaning back against the rim of the boat, “I like black.”

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“We’re going to get a badass drummer, and Killian Lee already said he’d be in the band.” Ryan snorted and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.” “Who?” I asked. Derek clicked the spacebar on his computer and stopped the playback. “Okay, check this out,” he said. “So this past winter, this English band came through Athens – Gobsmacked. It’s some weird British slang or something. Nobody had ever heard of them, but they played at the Georgia Theater on a Tuesday when it was dead. They were pretty good, but the guitarist was incredible. I mean, fucking astounding. He was this little guy with long, black hair, kind of puffy and messed up, and he just let it hang loose down his back. He was older than th

Milli commanded, waving his cock in my face, inches away from my open, wanting mouth. “Say you belong to black cock.” Contendah said sternly, using my hair to make me look at his delicious, delectable, indescribable dick. “I’m a black cock slut!” I moaned in ragged breaths. “I belong to big, black cock!” “You ain’t never goin’ back, right ho?” Mike asked, still pumping away at my thoroughly pounded pussy. “My life is black cock!” I screamed as another life-changing orgasm rocked me to my very core. “I live to serve black cock!”

It's not black, but a cream white that boosts his complexion. I am so fucked.