Black Eye Susan Novels & Stories

I tapped on her contact and typed out a text to her. “Hey! Are you at work yet?” Immediately, her reply came through and I could already sense her exasperation through the phone. “SOS! I can't find what to wear! That lunatic is definitely going to complain about my tardiness.” I smiled, shaking my head at her reply. Typical Susan. “Be like me, Susan. Throw on a black on black outfit and you're good to go.” “Ew! I'd rather wear trash”, came her dramatic reply.

The same freckles dotted her face, but her eyes — her eyes were black as liquid obsidian. “Destruction.” Susan pressed her hand to her chest. She was breathless, her heartbeat racing like that of prey about to flee. But she was not prey. She never had been. She knew it. “My lady?” Lena asked, lightly touching her shoulder. “Is everything all right?” Susan did not answer. She walked slowly to the tall window. The sharp breeze of Zimorodok Valley touched her face, and there, beneath the red moon, she heard it clearly.

"You have such great ideas, Suse. I'm going to get dressed and be back real quick." "My spilled coffee left a spot, and I need to change too." Susan scurried off to her room to change. She ended up wearing a tan pantsuit with a black-and-tan tank top underneath. She looked in the floor length mirror, turned to the left and then the right. It would have to do.

Susan is the more attractive of the two at about 5'5" and less than 100 pounds. Susan has a perfectly shaped backside, very slim waist-line and big firm breasts which was perfect for her body. She always wears tight thong which exposes a good amount of her chest. She has a black shoulder length blonde hair, pale blue eyes and a little puggy nose that crinkles when she smiles. Her mouth is one that most men would look at and involuntarily think about what they would like to put in there. His daughter, Trina is taller at 5'7" with a very slight build. She weighs less than 100 pounds as well with long thin legs leading up to narrow hips, tiny waist and moderate breasts. She was not well endowed

It’s gorgeous every single day, rain, hail, or shine and this morning, a little fog. I finish my shower and get dressed in a white t-shirt, dark jeans, black biker boots. I put on a little light makeup; I’m pretty pale, but that could be from the poor sleep I’ve been having lately; one good night is never enough. My eye colour is strange; they have a blue outer ring and grey in the middle with green flecks within the grey. Sometimes they look blue, and other days like today, they look grey. The one attribute I like about myself is my lovely dark loose curls; it’s a deep brown and flows to the top of my waist. When wet, my hair touches the back of my thighs.

She blinked expectantly at her. "No, why will I" Susan shook her head with a smile, "Just that erm... did you come here to see him officially or personally because..." She ran her eyes over her clothes which were a long black overcoat, high heeled boots and her hair and face were made up like she was going out on a date. "...you don't look like you are going to meet him officially. You look dressed"

The long-sleeved, black dress she wore dangled all the way to her ankles as she elegantly sat down the sofa. Her contemptuous ocean eyes interpolated with the color of the red sea, and her perfectly molded nose was just as pink as the cherry blossoms in spring. She might be beautifully described, but she looked like a disaster. For more than a week of pooling her eyes with raindrop tears, her eyes were nothing like the tranquil sea. She was more like a turbulent ocean with obscure and vicious tidal waves. Dark, violent, and resentful was she – Elise, the widowed witch.

Susan asks confidently, looking at her with disdain. "Susan!" Eva exclaims as if seeing a ghost. "Was it you? How?" Eva observes her with wide eyes as if what she's seeing isn't a real woman. She seems to be looking at a vision until Santiago orders the lights to be turned on. The beautiful Susan, hand in hand with her husband, smiles happily while looking at Eva with contempt.

All I knew was that after all of this, my clothes would be taken off. "My name is Susan. I'm twenty-four and I have everything it takes to make you happy. I'm 5'5" tall, with an hourglass shape and long hair. My eyes are stunning. I have a good bust, attractive hips, and heart-shaped lips for your pleasure." I tried to move my buttocks on his legs, acting as if I had done it before. "Is that all?" he asked. "You can feel it for yourself, I'm hot," I replied, and he fell silent again.

Grace said with a forced smile. "Bitch." As Susan opened the file Grace had sent, with the hope of finding an error, or anything to use against her, she was amazed to see that everything was arranged accordingly. She raised her head again only to see an annoying grin on Grace's face. "Two-faced bitch," Susan blurted out. And Just like that, half of the year had gone.