Sandpaper Kisses Papercut Bliss Novels & Stories

He feels like sandpaper, not silk. Finding my entrance, he jabs a finger inside, and I wince, tightening at his intrusion. Sobs choke me, cramping my throat. His nail is sharp, and I feel it, slicing at my softness, making it burn and sting. He breaks from his kisses as he drags his finger out, the complete opposite of the sudden, fast entrance. His breath blows along my face and down my neck, and I turn my head away, not wanting his mouth on mine again.

Kiera cupped a breast and squeezed. Sandi stood and turned around. She took Kiera’s face in her hands; and gazed into her eyes. The steam rose around them but Sandi only saw Kiera, beautiful skin, blue eyes, and perfect brows. Then she pulled her in for a kiss so passionate it surprised even Sandi. Kiera sucked her tongue as they swirled together, touching Sandi’s breast after dropping the shower nozzle. Breathless, Sandi pulled back to look deeper into Kiera’s eyes. What she saw was the passion she’d hoped for.

I anxiously waited for him to get close and kiss me but… [EVERYONE APPLAUDED] He kissed me… on the side of my lips. He placed his hand in between my jaw and cheek to cover our lips so everyone wouldn’t see that he didn’t kiss me. I can’t even hide my smile. I’m flattered by how much he respects me and is considerate.

He kept whispering in my ear, "You feel so tight and amazing. You feel so good. Come for me, Kaylee." With a cry, my body shuddered, the lights swirling into a kaleidoscope of color and pleasure. My knees buckled, unable to support the sheer volume of bliss coursing through me. Owen held me up, his fingers still working their magic, making my body vibrate with bliss.

"I'm so sorry." "Don't be," I said. "Don't worry about me, I'll have my present." I pulled him to me so his weight pinned me down. "Kiss me," I commanded him. Yulian kissed me passionately, his tongue played inside my mouth, looking for something he couldn't seem to find and from time to time, he would suck on my tongue and even bite on it. After a whole minute, I broke from the kiss. "And that's my birthday gift." I smiled.

A chill went through him. “Who…are you?” Another vicious slap through the face. He falls backwards landing on the carpeted floor. His silk shirt was cut opened by his own letter opener. He could only watch in stunned horror. His skin was cut into ribbons as the name ‘Amelia’ was cut into his flesh. He screamed in fear and horror but couldn’t look away. Again, the name of ‘Thomas Roman’ was written in his own blood on the walls. He watched the letter opener coming back to him.

“Yes. My license, the title on my car, my passport and my insurance.” “Of course ma’am. Give me a few moments and I’ll be back. When I return, you can choose to take a new picture for the license and passport or you can keep it the same.” “Perfect, thank you.” “You’re welcome.”

My fingers trail the outline of her breasts and she alights to a quivering mess. "Then I love my punishment." She giggles and struggles more in my hold. My fingers trail upward giving a faint touch on her protruding buds. "Please touch me more Sandro." She requests and I oblige her pleads by tracing the pad of my thumb on her buds pinching and pulling them. "You are so perfect in shape and sizes." I compliment her in a throaty growl.

“Bliss, are you ready for some enchanting fun?” Bliss, her bright blue eyes shining with anticipation, nodded eagerly. She clutched her favorite stuffed bunny tightly, ready to embark on an adventure with her beloved sister. With a flourish, Celiza produced a stack of colorful art supplies—paints, brushes, and even a large blank canvas. “Today, my dear Bliss, we shall create a masterpiece!” Bliss clapped her hands together, her dimples deepening. “A masterpiece? Just for us?” Celiza nodded, her face radiant with joy. “Indeed! We shall paint the most magical and whimsical scene that our imaginations can conjure. Anything is possible here.”

I considered advising against it, but then I realized that everyone has their own path to follow. Max showed me a photo of her, a charming young lady. It brought back memories of my own youth, full of innocence and romance. Destiny, it seems, is an endless cycle, constantly repeating itself. A month later, I received a large package from a very special place. When I opened it, I found it filled with photos and items. I recognized the pictures; they were from our villa, where Luke and I used to smile so brightly. But those days were gone, and that evening, I set fire to all our memories.