Clear Vertical Labret Novels & Stories

I’ll never have a friend as supportive (and as wealthy) as Victor other than he himself, would I? Since it’s unnecessary for me to pay for the service, I guess I won’t need to drop by the counter before I leave the store. However, just when I pass the counter by, something shiny in the first drawer of the glass display chest enters my sight. I walk towards the glass display chest and take a closer glance at it. It is a pair of cufflinks——two small oval faces, sharp triangles on top as their ears; they are made of silver and clear crystal, decorated with larimars as eyes, and aligned black amethysts as whiskers at both sides.

Sienna whispered. Crystal felt the familiar weight leave the bridge of her nose. The thick, plastic frames—her armor for ten years—were gone. The makeup was applied with the precision of a fine artist. They laid a light, luminous base that made her skin look like porcelain, adding a touch of charcoal at the corners of her eyes to make the violet-blue pop. It highlighted the high cheekbones and straight Laurent nose she had inherited. "Open them," Isabelle whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

She looked at the many objects neatly organized, within the dark purple velvet lining, and frowned. There were two tubes of lubricant, a tube of thick pink colored liquid called crème assaisonnée de mamelon, and what looked like a purple finger splint, with a very bumpy surface. There were two very pretty gold clamps encased in small white crystals, that resembled elaborate clothespins, with a sliding hinge and a matching gold chain holding them together. There were two rather odd-looking small hangman’s nooses of silver braided twine, each with a metal slide at the knot.

“Uhm… is it fine? I could return it if you don't like it. I just liked the wolf head design…” The Cartier bracelets had a striking wolf's head design. Each bracelet was adorned with meticulously set round-cut diamonds, creating a dazzling halo around the wolf's head and the circular element it bites. One bracelet was sleek black with a matte finish, and the other was a polished white metal, likely white gold. Both wolf heads are encrusted with diamonds and have piercing green gemstone eyes, adding an intense, regal aura. “I got the black one for you…” I continued but he wasn't paying any attention to me, wasn’t even blinking. He just stared at the box like it might vanish if he looked away.

I jumped to my feet and off of the bed running over to the floor length mirror by my door. I looked at my reflection, taking in every detail of the disgusting collar. If it wasn't for the fact this was a claim and was bulky with Lucien's name written on it. It probably would actually be a beautiful piece of jewellery for a special occasion, something fancy. It was gold with Lucien scripted in silver. With a diamond to dot the I in Lucien, it looked expensive. Made with gold and real diamonds. Bulky but not overly large. It was visible enough though and very clear what it's purpose was.

She ground her way, roughing his trousers but it was only making the whispers loud. He gripped her neck tightly, causing her to jerk and freeze, “50 more coins for a take-home?” he whispered into her ears. She ground harder as she giggled. He pulled 50 douleur coins into her hands. The douleur est érotique had employed this strategy, all costumers were not permitted to go in with the country's currency, only their coins. Each coin was approximately ten dollars, and this also was to prevent the girls from stealing from them. Every coin would be converted by them, thereby making it easier for them to keep track of payments made.

His dick twitch and I couldn't help the smile that grace my lip. They both held their arms out for me, I step closer as I revealed their bracelets from behind my back. The diamond on the engravings glisten a forever yours on the silver band and its locking is formed out of our initials. Two big 'D' clasp together and you see a smaller 'D' in the middle of both.

I eyed my reflection critically, judging my outfit like those fashion magazines would surely do. “You look amazing, Maliah. Those blogs will have nothing to write against you when they see how amazing you look. I mean, look at that neckpiece! What could they write about?” Ria tried to assure me for the umpteenth time, meeting my worrying gaze in the mirror. The stunning central piece was a 120.5-carat clear-cut blue-white flawless gem. There was also a green 16-carat green diamond and several white diamonds and it was heavy.

Eli stood in front of the dressing table, still wrapped in a soft towel from the bath. His body felt clean but tired, the warm water having washed away layers of dirt, blood, and exhaustion from the long night. The platinum collar around his neck caught the soft bedroom light, gleaming quietly. He reached out and picked up the prominent black velvet box that sat on the table. It felt heavy in his hands. The new crest engraved on the lid a stylized V intertwined with an R made his breath catch.

Ricardo slowly moved her hair off her back and to her sides. "All these…do I…well…" "For you, specially made for you," the man whispered before she could finish. Alana reached her hand for the necklace and it was of rare design. It looked like a lariat necklace. It wrapped around her neck with one strand hanging down the other. The necklace was typically 30 to 50 inches long and had no clasp or closure on both ends. Her fingers ran over the diamond. She didn't have to ask to know if the diamond was real.