Pee Desperation Novels & Stories

“I promise to not disobey you again, I will always tell you where I am going and I will not talk to Kyle anymore.” “You promise?” He asked and she nodded. “Yes, I promise.” “Okay. Do you want me to stop?” “No, but please don't torture me with it and let me cry out.” She begged and he didn't give her a response. He moved the vibrator in and out of her and she moaned, she placed her hand on his shoulder with her free hand and she cried in pleasure. Draven increased his pace and her body shook as she came, she sighed in relief and let go of Draven. She ran her hands through her hair.

I shot back, my voice laced with frustration and anger. Brenda attempted to calm me down, but her efforts only served to fuel my fire. "Alright, please calm down," she urged, reaching for the steering wheel in an attempt to steady my frenzied emotions. But my patience was wearing thin, and I couldn't contain my frustration any longer. "Is that why I asked you to lend me money, and you didn't agree, huh?" I demanded, my voice sharp with accusation. Brenda's response only served to stoke the flames of my anger further. "Come on, babe, my anonymous boyfriend won't allow me to. I don't have access, I told you," she explained, her words falling on deaf ears as my frustration reached its peak.

Like the hard package that’s literally pressing up against me. "I think it's best we stop here, Amore,” he whispers. “Trust me as much as I want to take you right here and now, but I wish not to rush things when it comes to you. I plan on taking my sweet fucking time worshipping that body of yours like it truly deserves." He groans. Without even thinking, I rub my thighs together, trying to ease the pressure that has been building there.

He was going through Prisca's I*******m page, scrolling through her pictures and adoring her beauty with his eyes. His mind could not come to terms with what he had seen earlier today. His idol has been dragged into the mud and has been made a laughing stock by all and sundry. "Still thinking about your celebrity crush huh?" Jeffery asked, adjusting the arms of the Midnight blue tuxedo he was wearing. The essence of his cologne filled the room. Diri gave a weak nod. "Let it slide bro, sometimes the people we highly exhaled end up being nothing but dirtbags, ugly things live in beautiful houses bro," he continued.

Caspian asked me while we swayed to the new melody playing. "Olivia Stephenson," I replied, and he smiled at me warmly. "What a beautiful name. Your beauty is exquisite." He said, and I thanked him. "Are you dating Beta Paul?" he asked me, and I shook my head. He beamed at me, and it made me nervous. I did not like his countenance. He was a handsome man. Grey eyes, dark hair, pronounced jawline, thick eyebrows, sharp piercing eyes, commanding lips and neatly shaven beard. He was a very handsome man, but I knew he wasn't a nice person. He did nothing for his people. He let the poor starve. The margin between the rich and the poor in Geneva was wide, and I doubted he cared about it. I could se

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with Alexandra Dupont. Impotent fury at the thought nearly drives me to tear my own hair out by the roots. How dare the universe foist such a blasphemous mockery of my life's pure purpose upon me? To see not only my superhuman talents forever denigrated...but my very spirit endlessly perverted by speculation concerning whatever delirious dance this upstart pretender and I are enacting upon the stage?

“No, you go first. I came here to find you—” “Geez. What’s the big deal?” Piper came to the door, still sleepy. Her hair was a mess. Her freckled cheeks were red, a hand on her hip, bouncing her gaze between us. “You're both crazy over each other. If he shows it to other people who are billionaires, then that’s gross. Jeffrey Epstein is kind of gross. So just make up already. Make-up sex is great by the way, especially when you’re still angry.”

"Flowers given by an unscrupulous man disgust me." Polly seemed surprised, but she took the flowers away. Little did I know this would happen again and again in the days that followed. It was as if Arnold had been cursed. Now, fearing that I wouldn't like them, he never delivered them using the same method. Everyone gradually came to know that I was passionately pursued, and my desk couldn't fit any more of those flowers. Polly was on the verge of crying. She'd say no every time, but Arnold would wear her down gently and convince her to take them in.

A miracle or a curse. But deep down, I knew the truth: Desperation doesn’t care about consequences. And mine had just written me into a deal I couldn’t afford to refuse.