Latex Gagged Novels & Stories

Damien Where did you go last night." Lauren shouted. Damien rolled his eyes. "That's none of your business." He hissed. "Oh come one Damien, we had a special night last night. Don't start a fight. Where did you go?" She asked sternly. "Special? You're nothing but a low life whore who is just using me for money. And what we did was not 'special' I just did it cause I'm a guy and what guy would say no to sex? So as far as I'm concerned you were just a fuck. So if you really want to be a queen why don't you marry my father. He could really use a good fuck." Lauren's heart dropped. "W-what?" She asked shockingly. Damien smirked. "Now please get out of my room." He said calmly. Lauren's eyes wate

𝗚𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵, 𝗜 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. '𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥!! 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥!! 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥!! 𝘞𝘏𝘠?!! � �𝘏𝘠 𝘋𝘐𝘋 𝘐 𝘚𝘈𝘠 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛?!!!'

Who wouldn’t be angry at that? The moment Gerald finished typing, he got muted by the field control. “Damn it! You should seriously perform your own talents then! The person with the name, Ordinary Man, why are you pretending to be so great just because you topped up some money into your account?” The field control started typing and cursing at Gerald. By then Quera was already done applying her makeup and she said:

“It is good to see you again, child.” “Same,” Larissa said as she smiled at the older woman. Gabe walked into the classroom and looked between the two of them. It was plain to see he was still mad from the small tiff the couple had a few minutes earlier. The man unnerved her because of his looks, but Larissa just began to picture him without his skin, and she was back to normal. That was her trick. She used the old saying picture them naked but changed it to something she could actually do. She thought of them as an autopsy instead.

So much for hope. Lala heard, in groggy disbelief, unable to move very much for the sewn-up gash running from below her heart to the top of her groin in a black and red single rail line, as Porsche spluttered over the new 5G conspiracy theories. New age Luddites were burning down telecommunications masts, an act inspired by the rumour that the Chinese network was the cause of the coronavirus pandemic. Lala slumped. Porsche droned on, almost saying the word ‘shit’ as he described the treatment rubbed into the lanced buboes of plague victims.

"But just so you know, I still don't think this is a good idea." They returned to the kiss, and within minutes, their clothes littered the hardwood floor. The quiet bedroom was filled with the sound of sharp gasps, hurried breathing, and the cracking of the mattress springs. As Greg moved over her, Lila suddenly spoke up, her voice breathless against his shoulder. "I was publicly insulted by the members of the cosmetic production team today." Greg paused his movements for a second. "How?" He then sank back into his rhythm, his grip tightening on her hips.

It was obvious that things had been very exciting just now. Galen paused for a moment, and the coldness on his face was gradually replaced by shock and embarrassment. He should not have speculated about others without knowing the truth. “Wait, are you here to crack down on pr*stitution?” Lily tilted her head and looked at him, blinking innocently. “There was no money involved. It’s all consensual! Listen, they’re so happy!” Galen frowned. “Lily!” Lily stood up straight. “Yes.” Looking at her face, he swallowed his words of reprimand.

Zinger said as she motioned to throw in a knife but was only halted because Eunice already threw a rock on Zinger’s wrist making her wince in pain and drop the knife on the ground. “Badass…” Sage mumbled. Damn it. “Still illegal when it comes to plays…” Nanette said. “Shut up, Dipper!” Dasher belted out. Nanette and the members of Glyph laughed. “You have no reason to laugh, assholes,” Stan said. All of Glyph looked at him with tantalizing eyes. Stan smirked. “Let’s damn end this…” he blurted before the war broke out.

Tristan looked at him, his gaze turning cold. "Who are you?" Wyatt smiled faintly. "Her lawyer." … Gabriella's exhibition was not canceled. She only changed a single word—from "Though the Fog" to "Home Through the Fog." Tristan texted me. 'The theme has been adjusted. It doesn't constitute infringement.' I looked at the line and let out a small laugh. He had probably forgotten. I had not only written a title. I had registered the full concept, along with the visual drafts.

I knew the pain I cultured deep within began to resurface, I wanted to stay away from every problem however on the sight of Lyla I could not beat it anymore. "Is this some sort of joke? How on earth did Lawrence get wrapped up in a mess as such? A slow brained fucking cunt ." she cursed as she stared at me, a loud laughter escaped my lungs as I held down my belly scared that I might barf at any slight inconvenience. "Please tell me this is a joke," I asked with heavy sarcasm.