Cute Angel Dust Wallpaper Novels & Stories

The space was empty and spacious and the only furniture here was the cushion Angel was sitting on and an extension by the wall full of several BDSM equipments. Just what I had gotten myself into? Angel lit the lighter again and this time a cigratte on his hand which he started smoking. He wasn't saying anything, he only relaxed back on the cushion and stared at me for a while before he suddenly stood up. A chill washed over me as he began approaching me with slow and domineering steps. I was quivering and I couldn't stop my tears from flowing. The smell of his smokes filled my nostrils as he walked around me till he stood in front of me again.

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

Anyone venturing further won't be able to see the hidden treasure right away until they found the hidden path. The interior itself looked promising. It looked cozy and inviting with dark panels, high beamed ceilings made of the same wood. The masculine touch stopped there. The rest was decorated by a woman's loving hand. From the comfortable-looking soft couches to the handmade traditional decor, all delicately chosen for a particular spot to complement each piece of furniture. Angelina stopped, breath caught in awe, above the mantle on the unused fireplace was a painting of a woman. So elegant and so beautiful staring back at her with love and devotion reflected in her soft brown eyes. -Who

I whispered. My arms were on either sides of her head as I gazed heavily into her mesmerizing brown orbs as they peer directly into mine. Andrea pokes her tongue out of her mouth and swiftly swipes it along her lower lip making my hard on even more harder. I move the hair that managed to find itself on her face to the side capturing her beauty in my head. "I-I can't control my sinful desires anymore. I want us to be one tonight, Andrea. I want to feel you around every inch of me. I want to hear your sweet moans. I want everyone in this god-damned house to hear your screams of pleasure. Please let me make you mine," I whispered brushing my lips against hers.

A wide rectangular room with a Grey wallpaper that has cactus rose colored swirlings on it. My feet move forward without my command, taking in the decorations of the room. Don't know which is big between this room and the one back home. Wind blows the cream colored satin curtains that cover the open balcony. Whistling in the fresh smell of the vines and wet tress.... Vines?

she ordered me and heaved a sigh as she put dots on my face using a new lipstick pen. Gemma was putting dots on my face when Elenita came. “We’re almost done, Elenita,” She glanced at her, smiling at her arts as she pressed the point of the lipstick on the tip of my nose. She handed me the lipstick. “Don’t worry, Angela. This is hypoallergenic. You can have this. At least this one won’t smear your face every time you sweat or cry.” Her staff came in, folding the clothes and placing them in the paper bag.

“The last time you stood, you almost fell flat on your face. How about we take it slow and get some more food in you before we try it again?” She nods and as we’re walking into the room, Dustin walks in holding two trays. “You can set them over there.” I nod my head toward the couch and coffee table. I watch as Dustin smiles at Angel. I’m going to throat punch him if he doesn’t stop flirting with my mate. “Feeling better Angel?” He asks her, all smiling happiness. “Yes, thank you Dustin.”

She widened her eyes, dropping the plastic spoon she was eating with. Just then, the robust Mrs. Butterworth, walked in, a tray of cookies in her hand. Even with her plump body and stout frame, she had a briskness to her gait, like someone in a hurry to complete a task. “Oh…you are back, sweetie,” she said, dropping the tray on the table next to the green flask. When she turned around and saw what everyone else had seen, she released a pitchy gasp, holding on to her robust chest.

Her jaw dropped a bit as she scanned the interior design of the bedroom. Angelina stood up from the bed and looked at every corner and thing in the room. All the things set in the room are white, which gives it an elegant and peaceful atmosphere along with positive vibes. All the lights are also set in white on the ceiling with a chandelier. There is an L-shaped curved sectional couch on one side of the room. Along with the bed, a table and a single king-size couch are also set. Angelina rolls her finger on the king-size couch.