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“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

a voice said I can imagine who answered and I guessed right, she answered like it was like it was someone else that she was referring to(Jean). "Do you even know what dweeb means?"... He asked "Yeah, I do"..she said "Dweeb means"... "I already know doofus"..she cut in "OK since your gonna call me doofus am not gonna take you for shopping again"... He said "What!!"... She screamed I quickly covered my ears. Damn she can scream a lot "Frog face don't use your annoying frog voice to turn my deaf"... He said I turned Jean expecting a furious look but I saw the opposite.

Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form. The whole scene played out in front of her as if she was watching a movie. The glowing eyes, the wings, the flaming sword. Then a really tall, very frightening woman. This woman appeared out of nowhere. Abigail observed very intently as Daniel's sword made contact with the unknown woman's throat. She gasped, she just witnessed a murder. The woman reached for her throat, but to Abigail's surprise the blood that was supposed to be spewing out of the wound was not blood at all, it was some sort of black ooze. Abigail was completely disgusted at the sight o

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

Sapphire went stiff in my arms as her eyes flicked to the door. I didn’t let go. Rather, I leaned in again, slower this time, brushing my mouth over hers one last time like a threat. “Go ahead,” I whispered. “Scream now, stepmother. Let them hear how much you want your fucking stepson.”

“Alright, fine. Cards on the table. The real team building starts now. We’ve got these hot toddies, spiked just enough to loosen tongues. No judgments, no HR bullshit. We’re confessing fantasies around the fire. Dark ones. The ones we bury under spreadsheets and sales calls. Who wants to go first?” The room got quiet for a moment, just the pop of the logs in the fire filling the air. My heart started picking up speed, that tingly warmth turning into a buzz that ran through my whole body, making my skin feel electric. What the hell was in this drink? It was making my thoughts race, my body reacting in ways I couldn’t control. I pressed my thighs together without thinking, feeling a heat start

"What the fuck?!" *****

*** Song: Selena Gomez (Rare) Baby, You've been so distant from me lately And lately Don't even wanna call you baby Pre-chorus Saw us getting older Burning toast on my toaster My ambitions were too high Waiting up for you upstairs Why you act like am not there Baby, right now it feels like Chorus It feels like you don't care Why don't you recognize I'm so rare Always there You don't do the same for me That's not fair I don't have it all Am not claiming to But I know that I'm special yeah And I bet there's somebody else out there To tell me I'm rare To make me feel rare. *** 24th Christmas eve 🌲🌲🌲 Subtle background music played in the huge outlet meant for the birthday party and everyone m

The fakir walks beside her and asked if she was the same princess and Lima only could nod her head because her words went paralyzed experiencing the bliss supreme. Amara repeated the questions of the fakir several times to herself and she did find his conclusion cinvincing. "Otaku is not an ordinary mortal to have baseless beliefs. He is a vampire with evil powers. He is after you, wants to kill you because you are none other than Princess Veronica." The fakir spoke condensed. "Go against the time and think over, why are you reborn? Come out of your present birth and invite your past. What is the secret and the only way to end this monster? Where is the solution to end the evil?" He instigat

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..