Novel & Cerita Dork Diaries Pictures

Good, he already admitted that he loved b**bs and as*. I googled searched for s*xy posture that could literally turn men on and I emulated and practiced them in front of my big vertical mirror. Somehow I could even feel it in me that I was so hot and s*xy. I took some really really nice but naughty pictures and spammed Zane. He wasn’t expecting it and I never asked him if he would love to see me half naked. “Tada!” I added immediately after the pictures. Our previous conversation was from him pestering me about what surprise I’ve got for him.

Rhiannon's POV Soren found the photograph on a spring morning when he should have been training. I was outside sparring with Marcus when I heard it—a sharp intake of breath from inside my cabin. I knew instantly what he'd found. The box under my bed. The one place I'd kept anything from my old life. I entered to find Soren sitting on the floor, holding a single faded photograph. His small hands trembled. The picture showed Darius at the summer festival five years ago. Laughing, head thrown back, golden eyes bright with joy. So young. So beautiful. So—

"Well, so I had gotten my computer fixed-this was like two days before graduation-and I wanted to look something up, but I'd left my backpack in Mom's car, and she was at the store, or something. Since she'd given me the password to her laptop, I just used it; no big deal. "When I went to open G****e, the cursor went over a minimized icon in her tray, and the words 'Old-Young-Oral' popped up. Well, naturally that piqued my curiosity, so I clicked on it. It opened a folder with about twenty pictures of an older woman giving a younger guy a blowjob in the kitchen. Those are the pictures I was describing." "Oh, my God!" Dawn said. Aunt Vickie said, "That's awesome! So, what about the kitchen ta

My breath caught in my throat, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, a weird knot of nerves tightening in my belly, mixed with something else I couldn’t quite name, something that made my body feel warmer. “There’s no mistake here, Sophia. I’m talking about those pictures of you in your bedroom, completely naked, legs spread wide open for the camera, showing off that smooth shaved pussy of yours. They’re as explicit as it gets. Do you really think that’s okay for someone like you, a senior in high school?” I swallowed thick, my mouth suddenly dry, and I uncrossed my arms to grip the edge of the desk hard, my knuckles turning white.

Dane: Now spread your legs for me. Me: What? Dane: You read that right. Me: They’re spread. Dane: They’re not unless I’ve got proof. Dane: Spread those legs and send me a picture of what’s mine. Me: Yours, huh? Dane: Yes. Mine. I’d been biting my lip so hard I tasted blood. How did he know I hadn’t spread my legs? My dress had already ridden up and sat above my waist. The lights in my room were off. I tapped on my camera and lowered my phone. Tapping on the flash, I held the button to record as I spread my legs. The camera focused in on my spread lips and wetness. Releasing the button, I smiled as I sent the Snarl.

Kate Dorian grins at me, totally naked, his clothes discarded on the floor. "It's the first photo ever taken of us." It's that photo. The one of Dorian and I that caused all of the problems. Dorian and I, standing in the front yard of my father's house in Washington, D.C. Facing off and giving each other the finger. That photo was plastered all over the internet. "I got a copy of the original from the reporter who shot it," Dorian says. "Told him it was a memento."

Darius rasped out, his voice oddly calm, although he was anything but. He was like a raging volcano, ready to erupt and spew. His wrath was like lava rushing through his veins, threatening to consume him. "What pictures?" Rocky asked, and Darius' attention shifted briefly to the images on the floor beneath him. Bending down carefully, he packed the cards before almost whispering, "The pictures are so degrading and gory. I would not want you to see them." His voice broke at the end, and he sniffed back a tear about to fall down his cheek. He was slowly breaking.

I take a shower, wash my hair and start brushing my teeth. "I wonder what I'm going to wear today." I say to my self. I floss and go back to my room to find something to wear. Nothing. I have nothing to wear. Ugh could this day get any worse. I suddenly remember I'm a witch. I grab my phone and search for outfits on p*******t and I find one that catches my eyes. I stand and study the picture detaily before imagining it on me and in a second, the outfit is on me.

And, I knew just how to do that. I opened a file, going through hundreds of intimate pictures that I had taken with Daxton. I settled for two. One was of me in a bikini top with his head resting on my chest and the other was from the bathtub, foams clinging to our skin, his hands wrapped around me with his lips on my right cheek and me sticking out my tongue. Good. This should do the work. “Have a nice day, Miss Tamara,” I clicked send, chuckling as I reclined in my chair.

I had to get myself together so I could search what I came for. I took my chances and walked to the desk, but my heart almost dropped when I opened a drawer. It was full of pictures on top of pictures and pictures. I gasped and pulled them out to take a look at them. They were pictures from months back, starting from when Christian and I weren’t even together. Pictures of Christian from around the time where I didn’t even know him yet, pictures of Christian bringing me home from the club, and much more. What was Dario up to?