Sandy Shameless Novels & Stories

she shooed the guy away before I could have a word in. “Sandy, you can't keep drinking that. What are we going to do with four cups of milkshakes?” “I know what to do with mine so you decide what to do with yours. Oh baby, I am in the mood for spending. Adrian is so filthy rich and you need to see him mehn! I never believed those breeds of men still existed” she drooled again. “Sandy, you know you have to go easy on this one right?” “Yes I know...But you can't blame me. Wait till you see him, you may probably want I have a threesome with us”

They'll make a cute couple. Sandra laughed heartily, her leather seat swiveled around. “Good job, Shawn.” Shawn looked pained. “This is ridiculous. I didn't know there were paparazzi that time. I should've been more careful.” He stared at Sandra who smiled serenely. “I really like it when you're careless. It makes everything so easy for me.” “Sandra.” He warned.

Sandra shook her head, knowing full well that her best friend didn't regret it and was even proud about it. “You're too stubborn, Bammie. I told you not to do it but you even involved his parents,” she reprimanded, “You're lucky I'm already engaged, if not, I will really be mad at you” “No, you won't,” Bammie said confidently. Sandra knows she was telling the truth, that she really can't get mad at Bammie at all. That's why she just sighed in defeat. Bammie didn't say anything anymore while Sandra's gaze landed on Carmina, who remained quiet and just stared blankly at Sandra after recovering from shock.

Just at the moment, I noticed Liam striding towards us wearing a smile. "Good evening ladies," He said. "Sandy, would you like to dance with me?" A very awkward silence fell over us and I felt like someone has slapped me hard. Oh...okay. Why does it feel so bad and insulting? "Oh, I er...I am not very good at dancing," Sandy muttered, her face flaming up. "You will be fine," Liam assured and to my surprise smiled widely at her, stretching out his hand. "Yeah, he's right," I added giving Sandy a bright smile as well though weirdly and to my utter disappointment I wanted to cry at the moment.

Standing in front of her, Sandy began to unbutton her shirt slowly, speaking as her fingers fumbled with the buttons. "I guess this can be a real test of how loyal and faithful he really is. I mean, after all, with you sitting right here, he ought to be able to control his desires, isn't that right?" The brown haired woman stared at her with a pleading expression on her face and then shook her head emphatically. Sandy ignored the supplication and the negative shaking as she continued unbuttoning her shirt and speaking. "As a matter of fact, I doubt you could control your own impulses and desires right now; just look at the state of you!"

I scuff "And the brother of the year award goes to" "No Sash" Tommy cuts me off "That's not what I'm saying, what I'm saying is give the guy a chance and if he does something like that again call me and I'll fly back and kick his ass" I laugh at my brothers stupidity "But for real Sash if he does something like that again then you'll know it wasn't just an off day for him" "Yeah I guess" picking at the blanket I now have draped over my lap I sign leaning my head against the back of the couch.

“Go wash that job-hunt stink and desperation off you. Then we’ll sit down and talk real business. I’ll break it all the way down to how the pussy-and-cash machine really runs. No fairy tales, no soft shit. Just how you turn this body into money that bites back.” Ten minutes later we rolled back into their crib. The second the door clicked shut, that thick-ass cloud hit me—weed smoke heavy, mixed with leftover perfume, stale pussy, and that unmistakable dried-cum stink hanging in the air like a signature. Sophia jerked her chin down the hallway, smirking. “My bedroom got the best shower, girl. Go wash that free-world desperation and failure sweat off your skin. Scrub hard because you still sm

I just looked at him funny. “I had things on my mind, but it’s better now,” I said with a smile. Kennedy has been at my place for the last three nights. I laid with her naked in my bed, but no matter how hard I try. I only see Sadie’s face in my head. I know I’m fucking up, but what other choice do I have? Damn it, I’m Jacob Coleman the golden boy. What else can I do? This is who I am. At that moment all I felt was hate and betrail. I felt sick to my stomach.

“One night of passion with the prince and you’re ready to give yourself to him for eternity? Are you sure, Meadow? Once he marks you, you’ll become immortal, or near immortal. You don’t get to change your mind. Forever is a VERY long time. Maybe you should talk to Leana first.” “Reagan, I don’t think I want to live my life without that kind of pleasure. We didn’t even have sex and I ... I felt like my soul left my body, like I was on two planes, like ... I don’t even know. I just ... I know I don’t want to live my life never feeling that again.” I’ve never seen my friend like this. Meadow and I are very similar, we’re both very emotionally stable, not prone to hysterics, but one night with a

by 50 cent. He gave me one of the weirdest looks considering the lyrics and I just looked like a deer in headlights before quickly rushing to answer the call of my good friend, Jasmine. "WHERE ARE YOU?! WE WERE SUPPOSED TO ENDURE THAT BITCH PAULA'S BITCHINESS TOGETHER! THE PRACTICE WILL BE A HORROR SHOW!" I cringed at how loudly she spoke, pulling the phone away from my ear slightly. I caught another amused expression on the guy who's name I don't even know's face.