Melissa Stark Legs Novels & Stories

“I’ll send you a text later when to come collect the keys.” Lazily Jackson said “K bye.” After hanging up the phone Melissa dried herself and got changed. Melissa had decided upon the black figure hugging skinny jeans, that clung to her long legs making them look even longer, the curve of her bottom and hips. For her top she wore a royal blue vest top, that highlighted her ample chest making it look larger than it was. She wore a simple black brushed leather jacket that made her slim waist look even slimmer. On her feet she wore a pair of brand new black and blue Adidas trainers.

But at Stella tells me to calm down as she watches Caren hug Melissa. It’s when Dylan walks downstairs that Melissa goes to him. I mean, she walks to him. She does not hesitate or struggle. She can manage without the use of crutches or a wheelchair. She can walk just as well as I can. I can’t move out of shock. Caren and Parker are jumping around and I want to join them, but I can’t move. The goddess must have sent Caren, because I feel blessed right now.

she said, “Are you ready to work?“ Harriet asked, “Where do you work?“ Melissa asked, “I'm underground pornstar, a step to upcoming pornstar” Harriet explained, “are you ready to join me In the field?“ she asked, “I don't think, I can do that” Melissa said, “Which means, you will remain In your poverty, and men will be dating you and dumping you” Harriet said, and she picked her car keys and her purse, and she stood up,

“Bea, I admonished lightly but she shook her head firmly, “Gal, you gotta live. You ain’t no old woman.’ And she thrust out her chin defiantly as she met my gaze. ’Those skirts and blouses should be thrown far away.’ she went on severely and muttered something about wearing a nun’s habit. Melissa stood behind me but I knew she was chuckling. ‘Time to rush,’ she said, giving me a swift hug .’And Proserpina, don’t you get hassled. There’s a life out there, husband or no!’ she declared. Even as I stepped back to look into her eyes, I marvelled at this new Melissa; confident and strong. Tristan Lord might dominate her in bed, I thought, dimpling but outside of it, it was Melissa Lord who wore th

The buttons on it alone could change her entire existence. I nearly yanked her lustrous hands away before she raised her gaze and it met mine. “I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—” she pleaded, her words hanging in her throat as soon as our gazes met. My heart skipped a beat at the physique before me. Melissa, unlike the gentle wife she used to be, stood in front of me in a white suit that accentuated her curves. The matching sleek Louboutin heels she had on elongated her legs, making her taller than before while the wind blew her black wavy hair.

The only way she thinks she can adapt fast is by hard training, and that is what she intends to do. She played the tape of a classic Oprah melody, soon, she was on the floor. Not long ago, she saw on her toes, mastering her old method of meditating. "You will break your ankle if you continue" Jake interrupted her as she tried to start the song. On discovering Jake, Melissa rolled her eyes before pausing the tape. Her bored eyes homed on his forehead and she grinned as she lowered them to his legs the feet in his black shoe. "Says the person that can not do without black shoes and suit" Melissa rolled her eyes.

Melissa who was busy admiring the amazing decor of the office felt a tug on her leg she looked at the handsome stranger and at the same time he pulled her leg up exposing her underwear. “Aah!” she shrieked bailing her right hand in a fist and hammering his head. “Aw!! Jeez woman why would you do that.” the handsome stranger seethed out gritting his teeth. Melissa glared at him and then yelled, “You pervert! Don't you know what you've done you just went ahead and exposed me what did you want to see huh you b*stard!!.” Mr Leighton junior smirked inwardly glad that she passed the test and the youngest boy in the room Aiden Leighton Black who may or may not have seen the cute pink underwear she

“You wanted this.” Melissa shook her head vigorously, moving back until she hit the wall. Lucan closed in on her; she tried to struggle, but his other hand held her still, and in one sharp motion, his claws tore her dress open. He gripped her by the hair and threw her onto the large king-sized bed. Melissa screamed and tried to jump off the bed, but Lucan caught her leg and dragged her back, ripping away the dress from her body until she was left in only her underwear.

“Look, I already told you to stay away from me. There is no need to come over here and touch any of these fucking dresses at any time. Now go over there and deal with your own shit before I seriously snap and you meet a side to me I’ve been keeping under wraps this year. I will fuck you up and you won’t like it.” I snap at Melissa, the mousy brown-haired devil’s side kick to Olivia’s crew, as she once again makes a play at eating her greasy food beside my hanging rail of dresses.