Novel & Cerita Eden Sin Gloryhole

God used her to change you sir. John:: you're absolutely right Glory , thank you for understanding and for forgiving me. Glory:: You are welcome sir. And one more thing, please can you stop calling me sir already? Just called me by my name, I told you that already right? Glory:::smiling, Okay John. That's better, please can I have a hug now? Glory::Shy. Are you sure about this? Just give me a hug already. I said, opening my arms.

--- ## The Blood-Bond We hiked deep into the heart of the territory, toward the **High Cliffs** where the Pack had its oldest dens. The forest felt different. It wasn't "Optimized" for beauty. There were dead trees rotting in the shadows; there were thorns that scratched my arms; there were insects buzzing in the humid air. It was messy. It was perfect. But as we reached the clearing of the main den, I saw the "Logic-Leak" that MegaNoel had left behind.

I wanted to see him in his naked glory. Alessandro let his hand trail down to my pussy and I whimpered when his hand slapped it slightly. He let out an appreciative groan at the sound and slapped it again, a bit harder than the last. It was tingling sensation that hurt a bit, quickly changing to something fucking incredible, making me even wetter. Alessandro was right; I was a pain slut. I just hadn't known it before I met him. He ran his tongue along my neck, concentrating on the place where my shoulder met my neck. It was one of my weak spots and he hadn't wasted any time in finding it.

Del had disappeared, never to be heard of. Gloria grinned. “You don’t know, do you?” She locked gazes with Frank. “Looks like your evil clan is fucking up with the wrong bitches. Not only do you want to capture and kill my son for your silly rituals or potions or whatever. You actually kidnapped and tortured the only child of Del-the-Spell.” Gloria noticed how all three pairs of eyes widened in fear. “Yes, yes. Oh and Mr. Whatever-your-name-is, thanks for the advice. Because if my bitch had come out, I wouldn’t have been able to do this…”

I could never complain really, I just had to live with it. I ate my food quietly, food was not to be wasted here, unless you wanted to be disciplined. When I was done, I washed the bowl in the sink till it became squeaky clean. Everything had always been in order here. Prayers, punishment, perfect smile. The three P’s in Saint Aurelies Cathedral. I said my prayers and slid under my thin blanket. I practiced my smiles till my jaw twitched. I ignored the pain, my smile must be perfect. Sleep dragged me under, but the nightmare came back, something I was trying to forget.

Also firing her ass helped as well. The music eventually transitions into the dance mix version of No More Tears (Enough is Enough) featuring the iconic Barbra Streisand and Donna Summer, and when I tell you the gays are losing their shit, I mean that wholeheartedly. The Glitter Hole doesn’t shy away from playing classic songs from gay icons and I couldn’t be more grateful because they just don’t make music like this anymore.

“Never heard of corn hole, but I’m down. It’s sound kind of redneck though.” I glare at him, and he says, “What? It does and you know it.” I sigh. “Yeah, it kind of does. Don’t tell Divina I said that though.” Gloria giggles and makes a zipping motion over her lips. “My lips are sealed. Come on. It’s actually a fun game.” ---- Divina finds us as the first game is halfway over and Damien and I are getting our butts handed to us by Greg and Brandon. Her eyes are bright as she watches us play and I can feel that she is amused through our bond.

Gloria rose in a daze, staggering out, her honeysuckle pheromones shattered like stars, footsteps as light as treading on cotton. The maid nearly couldn't support her, worriedly calling, "Luna Gloria, are you alright?" Gloria's mind was blank. She walked briskly, claws subconsciously curling against her shoes. Her resolve to see Eugene had turned to loathing at the thought of ever seeing him again. Why hadn't he died in the Southern Border? Why had he returned alive, igniting hope only to crush it? Who had told him? Who? She climbed into her car, trembling violently. Her honeysuckle pheromones raged like a tempest, threatening to tear the carriage apart.

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

Mrs. Tonya Green, One Week Ago I couldn't believe I was doing this, but ever since Ashley told me about gloryholes, I had to try one for myself. Not only could I get all the dick I needed, but they would never know who I was. I would be anonymous. My husband could never learn that while our kids were at college and he was at church, I was on my knees taking dick after dick through the gloryhole and making money. Ashley had set up three cameras to get me from all the angles and really make sure that it was recorded.