Pocong Novels & Stories

He mumbled while giving me shots of pleasure in my tummy. I laughed breathlessly. “You’ve never been with a pregnant woman before, have you?” My bosom vibrated when he laughed while sucking on my breasts. “You’re the only one whom I fucked without a condom.” My head rocked back against the pillow when he massaged my clit with his hand. He slipped his two fingers inside me and started to thrust into it. I moaned in pleasure when he kept doing this. His warm and wet tongue twirled around my nipples as he groaned. “You’re wet and ready.”

A luxurious jazz bar in Longmen. "Lao Lin, I have already sent the message to my lovely girls." A penguin that is much larger than a normal penguin is lazily leaning on the sofa in the main seat. This person (Penguin) is the boss of Penguin Logistics, the Emperor. And the other two people in the box.

I can see that Greg is holding onto Victor’s hand and that Victor is struggling to get it free. “Wait,” I cut in. “do you two know each other?” I turn to Victor, “And isn’t your name Victor?” “It's actually Conan, I lied?” he says, wincing. “Our families, go way back,” Greg says, letting go of his hand. Vic- Conan cradles his hand on his lap delicately. I look between them curiously. Conan, stands up, his face furious. “You should choose your friends wisely, Wilda, your friend comes from a family of hunters.” He growls between clenched teeth before storming out.

Which meant that you just had to be lucky, to stay long in the game without getting arrested, or catching a bullet from a rival. He was more than aware that the line of business he was in, was not for people who were afraid to take risks. ‘No pain no gain.’ Which was a popular slang on the street, further reinforced that the game was not for the weak hearted. Ironically, their Columbian connect was a man who was extra careful. Perhaps even paranoid. Big Trey was sure that he would cancel their meeting if he was aware of what was on ground. But there was no way of reaching him, as he never made phone calls on matters regarding the business, for fear of being recorded.

I muttered, tugging at the hem of the impossibly short dress Mary had squeezed me into. The fabric shimmered under the streetlights, catching every neon reflection like an oil slick. Mary swatted my hand away. "You look hot, Em. Own it." We stood in line outside Club Enigma, the bass from inside thrumming through the sidewalk. The club's facade was sleek black marble, no windows, just a single steel door guarded by a mountain of a man holding a tablet. "I feel like I'm auditioning for a part in a bad spy movie," I grumbled, fidgeting with the ornate mask Mary had tied around my eyes. "What's with the masks, anyway?"

"Fine. I'll make sure to work around the property. Anything else I should know?" "Just one," Jeff added. "I really don't like you out there alone with these poachers on the loose, but we don't have the budget to pair you up. Keep your sat phone handy in case your cell won't pick up a signal. Wolf hides go for a pretty penny on the black market and with the economy the way it is right now, they've gotten more and more brazen, and more dangerous. And the traps they are setting, even more so." Jeff's eyebrows knitted together when he looked at her. "You need to watch where you're stepping out there and watch for signs of camping out of the regulation camp sites and steer clear. Take coordinates

I sank back into the soft cushions of my couch, the afternoon sun filtering through the half-drawn blinds and casting warm stripes across my naked skin. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and my own ragged breathing. I had the whole day off, no plans, no interruptions. Just me, my thoughts, and the thick silicone dildo I had pulled from the nightstand drawer. It was my favorite one, it was eight inches long, veined realistically, with a slight curve that hit all the right spots inside me. The base suctioned perfectly to the coffee table, standing upright like an invitation I could not resist.

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