Confession Of A Video Vixen Book の小説・ストーリー

F–k it, he thought, pleased with the wanton destruction, for Vixen was on the edge of orgasm, her head thrown back and her fingers clawing against his back, a blush of colour across her cheeks and chest, her lips open as in invitation for his. When she came, he lowered his body over hers so that he could steal her cries from her lips, sealing his mouth over hers, as he filled another condom. He was going to have to go to his GP, he thought, and get another blood test to satisfy her requirements. He would much rather spill in her, and that was a thought that gave his orgasm an extra kick.

My moans were all over the video, Adrian’s groans were so hot I’d cum by just listening to it. It was perfect. If the day would come and he realized he doesn’t want me anymore, I’d keep the video to watch for over and over again while I ride my vibrator and think it was his cock. Maybe I should buy a bigger one? An eight-inch dildo would do. “Frances! Oh my god! You’re glowing like a flower! Such a bloom, huh? You’re so fresh!” Meryl’s loud voice greeted me when I entered our room. Adrian wasn’t yet in his seat so maybe he hasn’t arrived yet.

I gulped nervously and pulled my cami down, which always managed to roll up and put my not so slim waist on full display. "You are standing two inches from me and still manage to get lost in your dream world! Wow!" Vic whistled in my face. "I was doing no such thing." I said as I went past him, glad to have some space between us. "Oh really!" Yes, really! I turned around only to notice that his eyebrow had now disappeared behind those soft curls... Don't look at those curls, goddammit! And when I feel mushy, embarrassed or nervous, I resort to the only tools in my defence, - aggression and nonchalance.

I leaned back against the pole and slowly lifted my skirt, giving my audience a good look at the tight plaid thong that barely covered my soaked pussy. Then, I did a small twerk, making my ass to bounce in the air. My eyes remained pinned on Mark’s smug face as I resisted the urge to close up the distance between us and throw a goddam punch at him. I hated how this made me feel. I hated how it turned me on. That had always been the sick truth of Vixen. It wasn’t just the attention. It wasn’t just the control. It was the humiliation. It was knowing I was being degraded and still getting wet from it.

"And I expected a champion. Not a man who dominates on the track and runs from everything real off it. If you're so untouchable, why does one journalist with a notebook make you this defensive?" His jaw ticked, there and gone. "You hunt stories like a fox on the scent." He said it slowly. "Digging. Probing. Never knowing when to stop." He almost smiled, but there was nothing warm in it. "Fine. I'll call you Vixen then. Fits perfectly.” I laughed, sharp and genuine. "If I'm a fox you've earned every word of Ice King. Cold, untouchable, freezing everyone out the second they get too close."

Lucas groaned beneath me, “and fuck her properly.” And that’s what they did. They took turns fucking every hole in my body until I was begging for mercy.... My name is Sylvia. I’m a widow in my forties, and these was my cum-stained confessions. Now tell me… did my words make you cum? Did you touch yourself while reading every filthy line I whispered. Did you spread your legs wide and imagine every one of those men using you the way they used me? Or was it the other way around?

He is honest and blunt. “Well, it doesn’t matter. It won’t happen because I don’t exactly feel comfortable showing my body to anyone other than you and Roxy.” I find it hard. I only did it at Seductive Vibrations because I was fully dressed. I was the Domme, Roxy the submissive. I fucked her but never showed my own body. “We will see. I am sure I can make it happen. I mean, I made you beg me for more at the business. While we are talking about this, can you stop calling this the room, or one of the rooms?”

The next morning, department head Luther Kovac called Thea and me out by name. He accused us of stealing Rachel's work and announced we'd be formally disciplined. Rachel watched us with a satisfied smile. Thea gripped my hand hard. The more ridiculous Luther's accusations got, the tighter she held on. Finally, she stood. "But Micah and I made that proposal together. Rachel stole our work." Rachel's voice went cold. "Where's your proof?" Thea's shoulders dropped. She was right. We didn't have proof. Luther got bolder after that, his words sharper by the second.