Octavia Melody X Vinyl Scratch Novels & Stories

My face presses into the mattress while my hips lift, meeting every movement. “Xavier!” “Yeah, say my name, Olivia.” Xavier’s fingers grip my hips, sliding up to my chest before reaching my hardened peaks. I cry out, feeling that wave growing closer again. My sobs fill the room. The sound of skin slapping together echoes. Wet, sensual sounds mix with our moans and gasps. I glance back at Xavier. He pulls my hips back and lifts my body upright, pressing himself deeper than before. “No!” He chuckles beside my ear. “What do you mean no? Has Dent never reached this deep?”

XO ***

He starts moving again. My body jumps as it begins to vibrate, and my moans of pleasure start again, and then the sting of the whip comes down across my arse. My scream is loud, and the toy constantly vibrates, never giving me a break. His whip swings down faster and harder, each time making me scream, wanting more.

I smiled and prepared my bath. I entertained myself while inside the bath tub by watching my friends’ I*******m stories. I got excited when I saw Hamish’s story, it was about our party last night. A farewell party for our Seniors and for our first day as Senior High School tomorrow. I stared at the video and saw myself making out with a girl. Who was she, again? Viviane? Violet? Victoria? I forgot. I put my phone on the small table beside the tub. I inhaled, smelling the fragrance of the candles my mother bought for me. I submerged myself into the water and I just relaxed. I felt at ease. After my bath, I did my skin care.

I felt a cool breeze around my ear area and I froze, not daring to turn around. "Good luck to you Mirabel” I froze. That voice belonged to Xavier. I turned to look behind me, but before I could do that, something scratched my hand forcefully. I looked down at my hand and saw blood gushing out of it. I screamed in pain. It was bleeding too much. The moment the blood dropped to the floor, something rushed me. It happened so fast. I was flung to one of the lockers. I didn't waste any time at all. I tried to get up and run, but the person was stronger. He dragged me back forcefully. it was happening so fast that I wasn't given the chance to see the person's face.

In short, whenever we go here, this place can always be our escapade. I put on my earbuds and started playing one of Taylor Swift's songs – Sparks Fly. The morning vibe, clean road, and cold breeze make me feel motivated to run around and waste time. While running, I set the alarm an hour before the designer's arrival so I could go back and prepare. "The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm" "And I'm a house of cards" "You're the kind of reckless that should send me running" "But I kinda know that I won't get far"

she informed me and I could only nod in response. "What is happening here?" I heard my husband's thunderous voice. That moment, Hailey was successfully caged by Hunter, "You'll be the death of me, babe!" I heard him muttered in distress to his girlfriend. Olivia on the floor was crying drunkenly when two men helped her stand up. Her face was full of scratches from Hailey's wrath and I'm afraid for the trouble we created.

Then—screech. A shrill noise of skidding tires. I turned my head. An unkempt black SUV surged backward from its position, shaking like a beast in chaotic fury. The driver's head sagged agonizingly against the rolled-down window, a half-empty bottle glimmering in his impotent hand. I could feel my blood freeze. He is drunk. The headlights lit my way as they appraised me; the SUV roared backward, too fast, too close. I was frozen to the spot, fear cementing my feet to the ground.

[Help! My wife started eating raw meat! She says it's tartare!] [Did someone hear the song last night? My cat died of fright.] [I'm an ENT doctor. I've been receiving a lot of patients with abscesses behind the ears, but when I cut into them, I found…] With trembling fingers, I tapped into that doctor's post. The original poster's ID was 'The Scalpel'. The post was of a blurry photo accompanied by a block of text.

The mics caught it all. The soundscape swelled. Her recorded voice begged while the real Lena moaned against the speaker. Riley fucked her harder, hips snapping, balls slapping her with every deep push. Sweat slicked their skin. Her nipples dragged against the vibrating surface, sending sparks through her. “Harder,” she gasped.