Sloppy Seconds Novels & Stories

Beckett Fifty days into the review period Victor made his first visible mistake. I had been watching for it. Sloane had been watching for it. Margaret had been watching for it with the particular patience of someone who had been watching this specific person for twenty years and understood that patience running out looked different for Victor than it looked for most people. For most people impatience looked like rushing. For Victor it looked like elegance that had become slightly too elegant. Moves that were still precise but that had started to have the quality of moves made slightly faster than his usual pace. The specific tell of someone who had been operating on a long timeline and had j

" Parth, stop running, please give back my phone, ' Lily shouting and running after him like Tom runs after Jerry. " First you promise me, you'll let me play game for an hour on your phone, " Parth jumped up on a high-broad wall of his home and said. " No, i won't." Lily said, " and please return it, you already played a lot. " she sulked and acted like crying. Parth, a higher secondary boy, very mischievous and jolly in nature, next year he supposed to be a college student but he was still a baby by heart. The reason was yet to come so soon...

As if on cue my phone vibrated, and I checked it quickly, smiling to see who it was from. Sir Cuntchops: Parking may be a nightmare, shall I pick you up from work or would you rather meet at home? Sloane: Let’s meet at home so we don’t have to come back and get my car. Sir Cuntchops: Then I’ll see you at 5 omnia mea (my everything). Sloane: =) Yes sir. Sir Cuntchops: Careful woman, you know what that does to me. Sloane: *devil face emoji*

Still, all I wanted now was to move out. "I'm sorry, something came up today. Could I cancel or reschedule?" I asked quietly. "Ms. Walsh, appointments with our specialists are extremely hard to secure. If you cancel today, the next available slot may be more than three months away." Isaac walked out, rubbing his temples, and happened to catch the conversation. He frowned and gently said, "Iris, it's not easy to get a slot like this. Don't cancel it. Your health is more important. I'll skip my classes today and stay with you."

One of the nervous girls says. “And I'm Sloane,” the other adds, finishing the introduction. “Well guys, it's nice knowing you all. Soon, our twenty minutes will be over and—” The horn sounds, cutting me off. “It's just a warning signal,” Marcel says, glancing up from his wristwatch. “We have barely twenty seconds left.”

-------------------------------------------------------------- At the subway station, a dainty girl in a striped grey jumper squeezed past the commuters and hurriedly boarded the train. As expected, the carriage was bustling with a vast number of commuters travelling to the city and she struggled in locating an empty seat. The puerile and innocuous Janny was not used to the speedy and hectic life in City N. It was extremely distinct from the slow and peaceful life in City S! Janny ended up receiving a few pushes by the rushing passengers, before falling directly on a seat and bruising her bottom!

The deep, foundational pulse of the sub-basement escapement wheel didn't remain confined to the reinforced concrete vault. By the second week of July, that slow, rhythmic 'thump' seemed to have bled upward through the old timber joists of the DUMBO warehouse, anchoring the forty-two Glitches in a collective, unhurried focus. The chaotic, frantic energy of their initial weeks had completely distilled into a smooth, deliberate momentum.

Strong nipple clamps bit down, sending sharp jolts through her. Bound and stuffed, Ava trembled as the warm night air kissed her overheated skin. Marcus knelt and devoured her. His hot tongue worked her clit in long, filthy strokes while tugging ropes and clamps. Wet, obscene sounds mixed with her moans and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. He spanked her ass and thighs in sharp, stinging rhythm — crisp cracks that left glowing red handprints blooming on her caramel skin. Each slap sent jolts of heat straight to her core.

It lasts less than a second. UGLY WORKS. For once, nobody argues.

“You got sloppy and greedy.” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Marcus lunged for the remote. I was faster, snatching it away. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“Sit. Down.” I didn’t raise my voice. “Or the next thing that plays is a compilation I’ve already sent to the SEC, the FBI, and the Wall Street Journal. The subject line is ‘Bennett & Associates A Corporate Coup.’ It’s scheduled to send in…” I made a show of checking my watch. “Twenty-three minutes.” ‎