Facesitting Story Novels & Stories

Based on his grin and her annoyed face, he was needling her as much as humanly possible. “Oh of course. Go right ahead.” Harrison smiled, which made Sara’s bones melt. He didn’t have a right to be this handsome! With his good looks, charm, and intelligence, he could get any woman he wanted. So why was he sitting with Sara Flannigan, once known as the quintessential trailer trash of Fair Haven? She resisted the urge to sink into her seat. “How have you been?” Harrison asked as he cut into his pie. “I recited all fifty states in front of the entire school,” James interjected. “Ooh, what kind of pie is that?”

“Come here, baby. Let me take care of that pretty pussy. I want you to cum all over my tongue.” My heart skipped a beat at the request. Heat flooded my cheeks and between my legs again. Facesitting was one of his favorite things, being smothered by me while he devoured me. It always made me feel powerful and vulnerable at the same time. I hesitated for just a second, my sore legs trembling as I moved into position. He helped guide me, his hands on my hips as I swung one leg over his chest and carefully lowered myself toward his waiting face.

So I lied, “I prefer to stand today.” That idiot Kasit was sitting at the head of the table, smiling like he had won the lottery. He looked so proud of what he did to me last night. His eyes kept flicking to me with that satisfied, possessive gleam, like he was remembering every moan, every mark he left. I wanted to throw something at his head, but I just stood there, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, trying not to wince. The meeting finally finished. I was about to escape when Darika approached me, eyes sharp and full of hatred.

She walked out of the bathroom without knowing if she was courageous enough to face her cheating husband who has succeeded in tainting her. But it never occurred to her that she would be unphased by the scene before her eyes. They didn’t change position. They were still on the bed, with Katherine’s head rested on Fabian’s chest. And Jasmine didn’t know where the laugh came from. Except for the fact that she was the one laughing, she had no clue what part of her was doing that.

It was really confusing. “My name is Lisa and I work for Master Dante, he has informed me that his wife would be coming home today, welcome Madam” Felisha looked at the woman again and that she looked sophisticated in her long jumpsuit and nice hair do, she does not look like a maid at all. She could feel the warmth in her not like all the other people she was meeting today. She became emotional and suddenly hugged her. Lisa was surprised by the hug but thinking that she might have been through a lot while dealing with their master, she hugged her back and comforted her by rubbing her palm against her back.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

“Ms. Sia, can we talk?” Fia sat back on the sofa as if she was obsessed with the game and said, “Ever since I moved in here, there have been quite a few people approaching my home for chats. I seriously don’t know how all of you can be so annoying.” When her character died, she raised her eyes and glared at Sally. “What did I do to keep giving you the wrong feelings?” Sally looked at Fia, and her eyes turned red. “You looked like Fia.”

I smile and go up again. I realize she is still in the bathroom when I reach the bedroom. I go to get ready and lie down on the couch. I listen but keep my eyes closed when I see that she has come out of the bathroom; she has been sitting there sit ton the bed for some time as if she is watching me. Then, with only one eye open, I see her lying down. When I realize that she is sleeping, I watch her sleep. She is perfect for what I want most; I believe she will not accept an arrangement like this. I get everything I want. It won't be easy, but I am Mark Bastille. And Beatrice will be mine. BEATRICE