Georgia Fireball Nude Novels & Stories

It was as if I'd been hypnotized that night. I couldn't explain how I felt as I took my very first set of naughty pictures in my underwear. Then, I sent them to Austin using my second number. I could never forget the shame, anxiety, and thrill I felt gradually morphing into excitement. I also couldn't forget the pleasure I felt that came from breaking a social taboo. My self-restraint was practically nonexistent when it came to Austin. So, I fell harder and stooped even lower.

I was so glad to have them grinding on me. "Oh, damn, look at that girl go!" a guy called out. "Shit, she's just pulling out my boyfriend's cock!" another girl shouted. "Ooh, that's a slut," Natalie gasped. "Fuck that slut hard," the girl shouted. It was Georgia. She was dating a guy named James I sort of knew. James was lining his cock up to fuck one of the hotties from St. Tatiana. The girl had her tartan skirt flipped over her rump and her hands braced on the wall. He rammed into her pussy as his girlfriend whooped in delight.

Sella's eyeballs widened in disbelief. “Or... were you the one who spent a lot of money at Club Eighteen? The photo of you dancing naked is quite sexy, I sincerely compliment. I liked your erotic moves there. Can I learn from you. Who knows, I might be able to sway like that.” Celine clapped her hands merrily. “You!” accused Sella in exasperation.

I do see the way he looks at me, and I hear his muffled compliments as I walk by sometimes. BAM! I hold my head, shit what the hell, I look up and I have just ran smack into Lorenzo himself. There he is standing there, about 6 foot, strong, dark brown eyes, beautiful ebony skin. "way to go girl, just mow him down next time" Meda laughs in my mind, "oh meda, lets shift and run away", "are you kidding me Annette, we never run, ever" Meda says sternly, which gives me my confidence back immediatly.

I am nothing but a vibration, a fire. His hands grip me, his lips never cease marking my skin. I feel his burning breath against my neck, his breathless whispers in my ear: my love… my life… — Look at me, he commands in a broken voice. I force my eyelids to lift. And I drown. His eyes are dark, dilated, but what I see there… it’s raw, immense. A love so violent it pierces me. — I love you… God, I love you so much…

Lianth shouted, and we hurriedly went closer to the bonfire. We got food, and the grilled meat was delicious. “I have a great idea. Why don't we play Truth or Dare? I have an empty bottle and board here.” Lianth put it in the centre. She started to spin the bottle, and it landed, pointing to Georgia. “Oh my gosh!” Georgia reacted and drank. “Okay, let me ask, truth or dare?” Lianth asked her and smiled. “Dare,” Georgia answered, which made her excited.

I went to the gym room which was next to the dining. Zayn, Jake and Chris were already doing their heavy workouts. Zayn was doing pull-ups wearing a black tank top and black gym pants. For a moment I was enjoying my view. Suddenly I remembered what Stacey said about the mark on Zayn's shoulder. I took few steps towards him so I could see his shoulder clearly. Stacey was right, it was the same black QR code. “Amy, enjoying the view huh?” I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Chris, he must have seen my awkward gaze. Oh shit! What might he think of me? The thought made my cheeks blush.

“Oh, sorry, sorry about that. it wasn't actually you, there was something else behind you I noticed” My voice was shaky. It was clear as day that I was nervous but I couldn’t help it. “Right. My name is George. George Walters… and you are?” he stretched out his hand towards me for a handshake. “I’m Emily. Emily Jones.” my voice cracked and my eyes were fixed on the cake half the time. “Great to meet you, Emily. I’d like to send over a bottle of wine to your table. I hope you and your friend don't mind some day drinking”

Giveon ~ let me go✨✨ Max leaves the room, I stay at the balcony enjoying the view and cold breeze. Andrei comes to meet me with a glass full of cognac. I nod at him as I take it from him. The substance burns deep in my throat, the moment it hits. It has been my only friend since she left. Just a few shots and I enter my world of oblivion but I can't afford to do that here. I might be getting married to the Italian mafia queen but till we tie the knots and the rings are resting on our fingers.... I'm still a stranger and I don't want to get too comfortable.

The slow jazz music and the scent of expensive perfume gave the entire ballroom a magical feel. Just then, I felt my phone vibrate in my purse. My best friend, Cassie, was video calling. ​"You brat! You're going to set all of Quebec on fire today!"—Cassie shouted. She turned her camera the other way. A well-built man was holding her from behind. Cassie said, laughing, "I'm hooking up with a hot guy; it's going to be a long night, Sophia. Did you find someone too?"