Novel & Cerita Confessions Of A Video Vixen

“So what’s this about? You don’t barge into my studio just to annoy me.” “You’re right.” She lifted her iPad, tapping it once. “I came to tell you your Vixen’s been chosen for the Bad Habit video.” I didn’t look up from the soundboard. “Good for her.” Heather gave me a knowing look. “You might wanna care about this one.” “Why?” She hit play before answering. The screen lit up with the audition footage. Some woman, dark-haired, in a crop top that hugged her full breasts like a second skin and a skirt so short it rode up with every shift, barely covering the curve of her ass.

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.

She was the woman who wore a mask to cover her face, the seductress who touched herself on camera and spoke to viewers in a dirty, provocative way, calling them man sluts for watching, asking if they wanted to touch her, to shove their dicks inside her, describing how tight and throbbing she was while spreading herself and showing every sinful detail. I admit, I had watched one of those videos. I had stroked myself to it, cumming like the rest of the boys on campus. And the more I thought about what my friend had said, the harder it was to deny it, I could see the resemblance too. My stepmother was, in many ways, similar to Lady Inferno.

Sender: Unknown Message Type: View Once Video Her heart hammered against her ribs. Against her better judgment, her thumb hovered over the screen. She tapped it. The video played. It was grainy, shot in low light, but the subjects were unmistakable. The grey silk sheets. The headboard of Simon’s bed. Her own face , her naked self, flushed and eyes closed while moaning, head thrown back in what looked like ecstasy. The video ended. The screen went black. Opened. Vivienne dropped her purse.

I want to envision my Little Vixen. Grabbing her by the shoulders I spin her around, so she is facing the wall. Reaching around her, I untie the belt and her trench coat falls open. Sliding my hands in the opening of her coat, she is naked, exactly like I thought she would be. Sliding my hands down her tight stomach, my fingers graze the apex of her thighs, and she is already dripping wet. Unzipping my pants I pull out my cock. Pushing her coat to the side, I do not waste any time. Positioning my cock at her opening, I slam into her. She screams out as my cock fills her. Putting my hand over her mouth I muffle the noises coming from her. Holding her hips in place with my free hand I

I cover my ears and scowl at her. “High praise from the silent broody exile. So what was in the video, anyway?” She asks. For the love of all things holy, why is she so damn loud? I’d forgotten how obnoxious teenage girls can be. Always wanting to know the newest gossip. No matter how I view Lexi, I clam up at the thought of telling her. Shit, it wasn’t my proudest moment, even if it saved Lana from mating with someone like Kohen. I shouldn’t have saved the video she sent me. It’s a breach of trust, but what is trust when it’s one way other than sheer stupidity?

I had underestimated her before but now I would make sure to put her right where she belongs, in the shadows. Immediately after practice, I picked out some girls I decided to involve in my plan. “Hey, did you guys see Hazel’s confession video about being the owner of WildLife?” I asked with a smile. “Yeah, I did, she really got some nerve talking about things that ain’t her goddamn business, I wish I could grab her by the hair and slap her over and over again, can you believe she made a blog about me being bisexual. Not that I am, but why can’t she just face her life instead of poking into others?” Amber frowned, folding her arms on her chest.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

he said with a smirk "You drugged me and forced yourself on me!" She yelled "Drugged you, yes am guilty but forcing myself on you, its the other way round sweetheart and I have a video to prove otherwise", Amanda could not believe her ears, did he just say he had a video, what kind of person was he?, she thought, "Why did you do that to me Henry?" Her voice was almost breaking as she spoke, she only wanted to know where Daniel was, she did not sign up for something like this to happen to her

won't he scoffs ' fine then' I say. I wrap my right arm to his neck in a tight neck hold causing both of us to fall on the ground, I punch his stomach from the side he lets go of me and I quickly roll away from him to get up he grabs my shoulder trying to pull me back I grab his arm and flip him over my shoulder towards the ground and I go on top of him 'don't under estimate the power of THE Venom Vixen sweet heart' I say, I get off of him and put my hand out to help him get up. We continue walking and we get to JC's car. He droves off and we head towards Saratoga which was about a 45 minute drive 'so you really aren't going to tell me where we are going?' I ask 'you'll see when we get ther