Diapered Sassy Novels & Stories

Shouldn't Zach be here now? "Okay," Sassy replied "You out smart me, Ericka. I don't want to hurt myself if I know there's nothing I can do. I'm not the masochist here." Sassy looked at me."Bye. It was very nice to meet you." Sassy stood up. "Actually..." Ericka's angry reply suppressed. "There is no term 'nice' in meeting you. Bye to you too. Go to hell." "Same to you, bitch." Sassy seemed to be waging a smile. She pisses Ericka this time, for real.

Sweaty, flushed, and naked. With a dildo between her legs. Looking very much aroused. And fuck. So was I.

He waved his hair to remove the soda there. I took some pieces of tissues and wiped his hair. “Oh, please! You’re so naughty!” I said to Jenny. A small pack of tissue turned to red as it absorbed the red soda from his hair. I patted a drench on his shirt too. At least it wasn’t too much soda that Anna poured. He patted the back of my hand, trying to calm me. “It’s okay. I’m glad your friends treat me like their friends.” “See? He isn’t mad either.” Jenny grinned while observing both of us.

"Yea,he's not worth my time or thoughts" "That's what I'm talking about,girl!" Jennifer said as she gives Sophia a high five. Sophia grabbed an silky short sleeve bloody red dress with the word "Sassy" in big white letters going across.And three silver chains going across the shoulder part. "Now that's cute! You should definitely wear that for tonight" Jennifer said smiling Sophia looked around her pile of clothes and sees her white knee length short high heel boots laying across from my bed and picked it up. "These boots will look amazing with the dress that I'm planning to wear"

Macky faced her, grabbed her shoulders, and looked at her eye to eye. She was forcing herself not to laugh because of the close proximity they have. They actually looked funny in that position and Macky being serious was really a funny sight to behold. Among the two best friend's of hers, Macky is the joker and funny one while Hanna is the frank and serious type. "Don't tell me I gotta shop for new clothes because you know I won't. I'm on a tight budget and I can't afford expensive and branded clothes." She argued. "Don't think about money, okay. Hannah and I have a lot of that." Macky boastfully stated that made her chuckled.

We both declined, in which Sajida laughed, finding our opposition stemmed from fear comical. At the corner of the living room by the staircase, there were six women - three I hadn't seen before, and the other three being Sajida's 'daughters' who went by the names Sasi One, Sasi Two, and Sasi Three. The Sasi's were happily sewing together a patch on what I assumed to be one of Sajida's dresses. I had forgotten just how hideous these girls were - green, sickly skin, decaying teeth, and stringy black hair that was missing in spots. They all had black painted numbers on their head that corresponded to who they were - Sasi One having a number 'one' painted on her head, and so on. Mikael couldn't

I fell hard into a pile of sharp gravel. The impact lacerated my palm, blood oozing from my bone-baring cut. I fixed my gaze on Jack Campton, yet all I saw in his eyes was annoyance. "Oh, no, Willow! You're bleeding! You're not going to get tetanus or something, are you?" Dakota Sweeney covered her mouth in exaggerated shock, but her eyes gleamed with poorly hidden delight. "What a pity. I just used the alcohol pads to wipe the mud off my shoes."

His hands moved to the clasp of her skirt, and she felt the fabric slide down her legs, leaving her in nothing but her camisole and heels. Nathan stepped back, his eyes raking over her with an intensity that made her feel exposed and exhilarated all at once. He reached for the hem of his own shorts, his movements slow and deliberate, and Emma’s breath caught as he peeled them off, revealing the full extent of his sculpted physique.

Sassy fell to the ground as the boy released her arm. She got up immediately and walked towards Murphy, but he pushed her and ran away with her diary still in his hands. Sassy held her chest in pain, and let the tears flow out freely. Soon, her pain turned to anger and she couldn't hold it anymore, she opened her eyes and they were bright yellow...

They’d laid out her outfit the night before—hung on the little hook in her room with a note: “Wear this for our special day, babygirl.” A soft yellow sundress with tiny daisies printed all over, white cotton panties with a bow, matching ankle socks with lace trim, and white sandals. Cute. Innocent. Perfect little. But Mia woke up feeling mischievous. She wanted attention. The kind that made her the absolute center of their universe. The kind that left her bottom warm and her heart full. So when Daddy Marcus came to wake her with gentle kisses and a “Time to get dressed, sweetheart,” she pretended to be extra sleepy.