Credence Spicy Pages Novels & Stories

If I could nail this tomorrow, at least one part of my life would still make sense. But concentration slipped. My mind wandered back to the text, to the wasted evening, to the sudden emptiness in my chest. I scrolled aimlessly, clicked away from the slides, opened a private browser window out of habit more than intention. Before I could stop myself, I typed the name I had bookmarked months ago but never dared visit when Caleb was home. Her videos loaded instantly. My favorite p**n performer. She had long dark hair, full breasts, confident gaze,filled the screen. The thumbnail alone made my breath catch: her legs spread wide on a velvet chair, fingers already buried deep inside her shaved pus

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

He looked dangerously hot. I quickly logged into my OnlyFans, my hands shaking with excitement. I made a quick post: **“Something brand new for you guys… I’m going live right now. You’re not ready for this 😈”**

God, she tasted like sin coated with deliciousness. “S-sir…” Her moans were broken as she started to move her hips, riding my tongue like she couldn't get enough, and fuck I loved it. I slid a finger in along with my tongue, teasing her g-spot and she cried out in pleasure as she arched her back.

She was still dancing softly, humming under her breath. She hadn't changed the passwords so I got easy access. I scrolled through the text messages, my heart sinking when I realized they were from my boss. Mr. Sinclair: I trust you've seen my wired transfer. There's more where that came from. Mr. Sinclair: I've decided to change venues for our meeting. I'll send the directions when you're ready for me. Mr. Sinclair: Wear that red lingerie I bought for you yesterday. I'm sure you received the package.

The bitter potion slid down my throat, and a faint warmth began to mend my shattered soul. Seeing that, Kyle was somewhat surprised. "You've got guts. Aren't you afraid I might poison you?" I looked at him, my voice hoarse as I replied, "When you've already lost everything, is death really something to fear?" Kyle paused, then burst out laughing. "Well said! They claimed any werewolf without their essence is worthless. But they're just a pack of fools who know nothing but how to rely on the Moon Goddess' gifts!" In the next instant, he rose to his feet and looked down at me. "This isn't the end. It's another beginning. Only when the Moon Goddess' blessing fades will you hear the very breath

bitch, is that?" He hopped over the counter and pulled me into a hug. "Why are you asking that and hugging me before a response." I joked with him. "What are you doing here?" He continued returning back to the bar. "Crown and Redbull. Don't forget the ice." His eyes instantly roll "You never change. So again what are doing here?" He asked again. "Where is Medusa's?" He looked at me and then looked around and back at me like he knew what I was doing. "Why do you want to know where Medusa's is?" He said teasingly. "I have business with the owner so an address will be nice." Words were powerful. You leave it open-ended and you never know what's going to come in. "What kind of business, do you

I handed it over, watching her scroll through the barren home screen. “What the hell? Your phone is as boring as your social life! You have no videos of you dancing on stage?” she teased, frowning. “No! I can’t keep such videos on my phone. What if someone finds them? But they are circulating online, so you can find them there.” Bree waved her hand dismissively. “Whatever.” She continued scrolling, then started setting up an I*******m page for me using my stage name: SPICY. I leaned back, unsure whether to laugh or cringe. “So… SPICY is it? Just that?”

The gruff voice on the other end asked. I pull out the Ace of Spades and hold it up to the camera and say the words that almost punch a hole in my chest. “I need to speak with Ace. Tell him it’s Tess. It’s a matter of life and death.” Knowing that the person on the other end was probably rolling his eyes at my words. Surprisingly, instead of the battle I was expecting, he spoke carefully, “As in The Tess? Tess Williams?” Like that, I felt like my stomach was dropping into my gut.

I only ate it once as a child, I didn't even remember what it tasted like even though it was just meat with a lot of spice and onions. “How much for a stick of suya?” I asked taking a piece of meat from the tray and shoving it in my mouth. “Two hundred naira” he said in a thick Hausa accent, he seem amused as I ate the meat in a 'hasfanaoh' manner. I didn't realize the meat was that hot until it entered my mouth. And spicy too.. “I'll have three sticks. I'll be right back, I have to get a drink” I went to the next shop to buy fresh yoyo. It was the name of a yoghurt. Very nice.