Resist Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Unlike other girls who came like an open book, she hid her true feelings well. I pride myself on being good with girls yet I stupidly mistook her resistance as one of the oldest moves in the book which was playing hard to get. I should’ve known that she wasn’t like any other girls. She was different. She was like a set of unsolved puzzles and I couldn’t wait to put them all together so I could see the picture formed. I raised my hand and let the side of my forefinger touch my lips. She didn’t return my kiss but the feeling of my lips against hers was enough to drive me crazy.

She squatted my hand away, urging me to stop. "George, let go of me! Stop this!" The fact that she was resisting me made me boil in rage! I became determined to see if she was putting on her favorite lingerie. I tore her dress viciously and pushed her on the bed. She fought with me as angry tears were already looking around her eyes but I didn't care! When I finally tore her dress up to the waist level, I noticed that she wasn't actually putting on her favorite lingerie! She was putting on a black undies. I pushed the dress up a bit farther, even her white brassiere was mismatched with the panties. Susan's favorite lingerie was a perfect match of purple.