Dippy Fresh Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

I had some dignity. He flipped through some channels, pausing and asking if I liked the movie. We struggled to find something we both agreed on. He was a man, and his idea of funny was a little different than mine. He kept flipping until we had finished our pizza and were on our second beers. “This one, come on?” he said with a laugh. I looked at the screen and nodded. “Absolutely. I haven’t seen this in forever.” He pushed play, and we started watching the Hangover. The movie was hilarious for men and women. I settled in, feeling completely comfortable and relaxed and absolutely content with the situation. I put my plate on the coffee table and pulled the small throw Trent had brought for m

My mind was so full of him—his presence, his power, the way everything had changed because of him, the way he was effortlessly arousing me—that I forgot to watch my step. Bad luck struck at the worst moment. The janitors had just cleaned the floor. It was wet, if not full of water, and slippery. The moment my foot touched the edge of the staircase, I lost my balance. My body tilted forward. I slipped, crashing down the steps. My limbs flailed, my clothes soaked in the soapy water as I tumbled down, swimming through the watery stairway all the way down. The world blurred. Pain exploded through me with each hard impact against the staircase.

CHAPTER 2: BENT OVER THE BOSS’ DESK ELODIE’S POV “I’m your c-cum dumpster, sir,” I sob, the words humiliating and true. “Louder.” “I’M YOUR CUM DUMPSTER!” I scream. The filthiness of the words, the degradation, sends a fresh, hot flood of arousal soaking my bare thighs.

Gavin flashed a bright smile. "That's more like it," Leo said with a loud burst of laughter. "I don't need anything. Just don't come back home for the rest of the night." Gavin immediately put on his most professional-looking smile and said, "Yes, sir! Have fun and enjoy yourself tonight!" Leo laughed and yelled at Gavin to chase him off. He then heard Gavin making a call in a corner, addressing the other as "Lucas", and asking if he could stay the night at his place.

“You know I can't say no to you.” I dropped to my knees on the grass. I lifted one of her legs and draped it over my shoulder, giving me a perfect view of her pussy. I could see her fluids already soaking through her panties. I took a deep sniff of her scent before running my tongue around her opening, tasting her through the fabric. I felt her shake, her hands reaching down to grip my hair. “You better hold on tight, because it’s going to be a rough ride. Are you ready?” “Yes,” she whimpered, her fingers tightening on my scalp.

There was a narrow linen chute door near the floorboards, meant for the laundry staff to drop dirty sheets down to the basement washing rooms. It was a tight squeeze, but my nineteen-year-old body was lean enough to slide through the steel opening. I grabbed my canvas backpack, squeezed my shoulders tight, and slid backward into the dark metal chute, letting myself drop straight down into the belly of the hospital. The fall was short, landing me on a massive pile of damp white towels inside the sterile, buzzing laundry basement. The air down here smelled of bleach and industrial soap, completely empty of any guards or doctors. I scrambled out of the linen bin, checking the pocket of my black

The bar got unbearably full, I wanted to leave. To leave for a place without headaches and peace, and my crampy apartment got all that. I was feeling dizzy, It probably was the alcohol from the wine I had taken earlier or maybe from the smoke of cigarettes that danced in the air... whatever it was got me holding my throat like some bitch drawing some cock down her throat. My phone lit up and I reached for it but stopped in my track as Jones grabbed the phone immediately.. chuckling like some Joker who had stepped out from the children's museum booklet.

"I told you I didn't hurt her." I braced myself against the mattress to get up, but the moment my feet hit the floor, I was hit by a wave of dizziness and crumpled to the ground. Giovanni didn't help me up. He snorted coldly and slammed the glass of water down on the nightstand. "You still haven't learned your lesson. I've brought Rosa back with my parents' approval. To keep you from trying anything else, I've injected you with a muscle relaxant.

She dared to insult my parents and even cursed me? Danny could not take it anymore either. He puckered his lips and sang, “Filthy rascals… Rascals should eat crap…” As he sang, two globs of the sticky black substance shot straight into Vera and Gregg’s mouths. They were caught completely off guard. Their faces contorted in horror. Then, they started vomiting violently. They tried to lunge at Danny but could not stop retching long enough to make a move. The sheer stench of the sticky mess was overwhelming. Their faces turned a sickly shade of green. Their legs wobbled so badly they could barely stand. The retching was so violent it seemed like they were about to throw up their very souls.

Grace coughed again. “Almost there, hang on…Don’t drown on me now. There’s no use rescuing a damsel if she drowns in the process.” Grace gave a laugh. “I’ll try not to drown.” Her legs wobbled as her feet struck the muddy surface. She fell to the ground face first. “Urg…”