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His usual cold, emotionless self. But I can hear his heart pound through the thick slabs of muscle. His cock twitches as it grows impossibly harder and thicker, and the bond crackles, the static now a steady stream of thoughts and feelings I’ve somehow learned how to decode. I fascinate him. Like a snake charmer or a lion tamer or the edge of a huge abyss. And his fascination makes me curious.

He unzipped his slacks, freed his cock, and rubbed the head through her soaked entrance—teasing, not entering. “Please,” she whispered. “Please what?” “Please fuck me, Sir.” He thrust in hard, burying himself in one stroke. The vibrator buzzed inside her, his cock stretching her around it, the dual sensation overwhelming. He fucked her steadily—deep, controlled strokes—while he held the remote in one hand, varying the intensity at random. Low hum to sharp pulses that made her sob. His other hand wrapped around her throat from behind—not squeezing, just holding, thumb stroking her pulse.

“What exactly are you nurturing for Airys?” I stopped abruptly, turning my back to the beta, feeling every muscle in my body tighten as tension spread across my back and shoulders. A subtle and dangerously sarcastic smile slowly formed at the corner of my lips as I remembered Airys’s audacity and unexpected compassion the night before. “Fascination,” I growled softly, feeling each word vibrate in my throat with almost tangible intensity. This human had truly managed to affect me, awakening an unexpected and dangerous interest with her defiant and unpredictable nature. I felt something stir fiercely in my chest—a deep, obsessive curiosity to discover more about her.

Not considering the lack of sleep, and late nights. "Well with all you've said about me. I'm wondering why you' re—obsessed with me." "That's just it." He looked his lips, "you fascinate me which is why I won't lose you." Talk about sick to the stomach. The zombie butterflies in my stomach fed hard and I felt my cheeks turn rouge. The desire in his eyes was no mistake. I could see his eyes burn for me, they craved for me. "So... ingredients?" I tried changing the conversation.

asked Elly who was sitting at the back with doubt. "Yeah! I've read a lot of articles on the internet about this house. And it's so cool, you know!" replied Eiden excitedly. He was like a walking Wikipedia. "Well, we're going in now," Sean said, "Max, get the phone and the tripod ready." "Copy that. All in set!" replied Max. They got out of the car, except Luna. She could feel something strange about the place that was not only creepy, but very disturbing. "Hey, Luna. What are you doing? Come on, girl!" yelled Tania.

I went further and fucked myself with my finger to calm down my clenching pussy, and soon I relaxed. The moment I was done, I was ashamed of myself. I couldn't allow myself to feel attracted to the man. He was wicked. I decided I would watch a couple of movies to see if maybe I would find a new face for my fantasies. As things were, this seemed like the only way I would be getting a release for the rest of my miserable life. I might as well get creative.

*Caroline* On Sunday, I’m ready to eat my arm off by the time I pull into the parking lot of Piggly Wiggly. It’s the night before classes start back and I’m stocking up. After grabbing several packs of SlimFast, I find myself standing in front of the pasta aisle, salivating over an image of Ma’s ravioli in my head. Who am I kidding? Dear Diet, you’re boring and tasteless. Instead of losing weight, I’m going to look into those stretching machines and see if I can just get taller.

It’s inviting and terrifying at the same time. "Everything about you, yeah. Everything that you do, anything that you say. Whatever makes you, whatever you do, I simply can't resist it." Ahbaya adjusted herself and fidgeted on the chair before continuing. "Even as you chew on your food leisurely, your tongue licks the crumbs off your lips. As you comb your fingers through your hair. How you keep an undercut and color your hair differently… how you talk, how you joke… Even as you breathe… It's kind of turning me on."

It was evident the great Frank Tazz had his heart stolen by a sexy damsel because they knew he couldn't have settled for less. And all that begged one question, who one earth was she? They were however not in a hurry to know because he was going to tell them. Human beings are social creatures and most of the time we can't resist the urge to share the good things that are happening to us...that's why social media is full of happy pictures of people on vacations and trips abroad and rarely those that depict suffering or lack of enough.

"So you've studied human psychology?" "Yes I..I've," "I also have a fair share in this subject. Human psychology and psychology of criminals or criminology. And you know what's the first thing they told us, that how to spot a lying person by noticing their demeanor. The one who has too much control over their demeanor and the one who loses control of their appearance are easy spotters. But the one who on and on blinks their eyes and remember the minor details," his eyes intensely stared at hers as if pointing towards her eyes through his eyes, "the one who fidgets their fingers but answer your questions accurately," his eyes moved down towards her fingers that were continuously fidgeting tog