Objectified Comic Novels & Stories

Ansel smelled something fishy. “I don’t know. She seemed in hurry,” said Joanna. “She might not feel confident to show her works to strangers,” commented Ansel. “It could be so,” said Felix. “But, you can still give your opinion. She has sent me the pictures.” “Where are they? Send me!” asked Ansel. Ansel hurriedly opened his mobile phone. The tone of incoming messages sounded. Some pictures of wedding dresses soon decorated his phone screen. “This is pretty good.” Ansel told Felix. “It’s unique and suits your hobby.”

“I would love to pull your hair while hitting you from behind while your tiny voice squeaks in the name of moaning.” My eyes widened in shock, 'what kind of man is he?.' I thought. “And Violet , I surely want to eat you up, your vagina must be creamy, but I would love to squeeze your boobs and suck on them, then spank that big booty hard and hear you scream my name loudly while I satisfy you.” What a very creepy man , I frowned at him not caring how much trouble I could be in, how dare he describe us as his sex objects. “There is only one way out of here girls.” He licked his lips, he gradualy strolled to his desk and leaned on it.