Cliffjumper Middle Finger Novels & Stories

"What is ...." “Shut up, Shrimp Brain! Getting angry alone won't solve the problem! Strong grip!” Louise snapped, then slapped LJ's saddle once more. "Come on, pal, show me how great your legs are!" The horse neighed loudly, its legs doubled. The speed was so infinite that it made Wiggy and Louise's hair turn horizontal. When the cliff is in sight, LJ's speed does not decrease so they can stick to the wall with the help of speed and gravity. The cliff was about fifty meters high, and LJ made it to the top in less than a minute. Edmund's situation was desperate once they arrived, his body almost free-falling off the cliff from Miranda cornering him. Wiggy got off LJ's back to walk over to his

One of the hands, (I’m too lost in the sea of bliss to determine if it belongs to Clifton or the demon), pries my legs apart, pushing them as wide as they can go, letting Clifton have more of me. His fingers curl, and I do exactly what he said. I scream. I don’t even hear his growls of approval as he continues repeating the motion, flicking his tongue faster and faster like I will run away any second. He fucks me with his fingers and licks me like he might find some sacred religion somewhere inside me. A smoky hand fists my hair and pulls me up onto my elbows so that I can watch Clifton's ruthless movements.

The rain speared me, cold and insignificant. I didn’t know how long I lasted—minutes or hours—only that time resembled a smear. My screams alternated with ragged prayers I didn’t believe in. My limbs shook with the effort of staying conscious. When a hand finally shoved me to my feet, the world swam. They forced me toward the cliff and my toes dug in the wet earth, clinging to the last thread of hold. Behind me, the leader hissed, “Jump, little thief. Make this easy on yourself.”

Without thinking, my hand shot up, my middle finger snapping out in a swift, furious gesture. My eyes locked with his, and I mouthed the words ‘fuck you’, letting him see just how much he had managed to rile me. Chris didn’t even flinch. His grin just got wider. Slowly and deliberately, he brought his own hand up. He made a circle with the thumb and index finger of one hand. Then he pushed the middle finger of his other hand through it, over and over, in a crude, mocking gesture. His eyes never left mine, the message clear and ugly.

But then he dismissed her and instead began first caressing her outer flower, then her inner soul. His mouth found hers again in a deep kiss and this time his tongue penetrated deep into her throat right away. At that moment, his middle finger also sought and found the target he was looking for and Jade gasped into the kiss when the stranger's strong finger thrust into her. He stayed inside her, but his thumb simultaneously began tickling her clit. Jade squirmed again, but without the need to free herself. She thrust her abdomen toward his hand, demanding, showing him she wanted more. And the stranger obeyed. He began to rhythmically thrust his finger into her again and again, not too deep,

The Rocky Climb looked like a formidable adversary, each craggy outcrop and sharp edge a testament to the gruelling test of strength and agility it presented. Ty’s muscles tensed as he approached the base of the climb, he flexed out his claws, extending them for grip. The first few steps were a scramble, his feet seeking purchase on the uneven ground. He leaped upwards, catching hold of a jutting out rock with one hand while his other clawed at the dirt for stability. His powerful legs pushed off, propelling him higher in a series of fluid, explosive motions.

The girl's mouth had twisted into a frown at that response, and the boy was sent on his way. Now it the the boy with the grey eyes realized it was his turn. Under the withering gaze of Cafer, he felt sweat begin to form on his brow. "Name?" The Chief demanded. "They call me Jumper at school, Chief Cafer." When the man raised his eyebrows, Jumper continued. "It's because at the youth trials, I set a record for high jump." "I see," Cafer responded before deferring to the girl. It was strange to see such a powerful man let a child have the lead.

Whatever the cause was, the old man's fingers began twitching. Claus saw that and exclaimed, "He is moving!" With his eyes widened, Jared whirled around and stared at Claus. "What did you say?" "Mr. Johnston!" Claus pointed at the hand of the elderly Johnston. "I swear, I just saw a jerk on Mr. Johnston Sr.'s fingers!" Jared centered his gaze on his grandfather's hand at once. Then, he held it up and called out, "Grandpa, if you can hear me, just move your fingers!"

Cliff jumping means instant mind-clearing. I can only fantasize about diving with Aline’s deliberate grace. My way requires a running leap, eyes closed, with a war cry tearing out of my throat. Usually, the sight of me flailing my limbs precedes me dropping like a rock into the waters below. It is not a pretty sight.

Tried to hurt them because of someone who wasn’t even alive. “You know (snickers) that was your father’s finger. I had kept it so I could use it one goddam day.” Despite being beaten up and hit mouth all bloody, Cliff laughed like a maniac, rolling on the freshly mowed grass. “I dug up his grave and snipped all of his fucking fingers out and butchered his dead body and fed it to the dogs. I buried the empty coffin back down, no one found out. You still didn’t know.” He snickered and another brutal kick laded to his right kidney.