Spine Crackers Novels & Stories

I badly want to bite it, but this man's not letting me. “Zev, what are we doing?” I asked in frustration. I crossed my arms and played with the hem of my shirt. I'm not used to this kind of set-up. With Derone, it's just lips and no talk, no clothes and more skin. But with Zev, he makes me realize how I'm willingly throwing myself to Derone and that I should be ashamed of what I'm doing. He grabbed the cigarette stick that was resting on his ear and dug something out of his pocket. A lighter.

Crackers won't spoil. She picked the crackers from her bag and took a single bite. Her expression cringed. This tastes too bad. But there is nothing bad to a hungry person. I am hungry. This should not be turned to waste. It is not good to throw away food. Hiraya tolerated the bland taste of the crackers, and chew each bite quickly. She almost choked by doing so. I turned my eyes everywhere to find if my hired taxi cab is near me or what, but I saw something appalling. I almost puked.

The squad would never accept a four-eye to cheer with them. After pleading desperately with my mom to let me wear eye contact in the eighth grade, she finally decided to let me. I was overjoyed for a short period until I discovered from an appointment with my dentist that I would wear braces for two years. The news hit me like a bolt of lightning. I would never have a chance with the Hot Shot cheerleading squad. Eye contact could hide glasses. What could hide braces? Nothing.

If he had to walk away, he would. “Oh my God,” she squealed and Brian looked over at her. “I have to get some of these!” He walked over to see what she was looking at and nearly choked. “What the hell, Jon?” he asked, looking over at his friend. Jonathon smirked at him. “It’s part of our ‘Too Hot to Handle’ line.” “They’re chocolate cocks,” Brian blurted out. “They are,” Jonathon confirmed, “with chili-flavored cream centers. Very popular with the Hen’s party crowd.”

He pulled him up and started to walk him to Zach. “Hey, Zach.” He said when they got to him. He could tell that he had a good day today, or maybe his good mood was due to this boy that was wearing glasses. The boy looked happy with a happy look on his face. He was carrying a Spiderman bag pack and his lunch pack was a Spiderman-made bag as well. He just loved that, and that must be why his brother was first drawn to him. Sander loved Spiderman as well, but he wasn’t as bold in carrying a bag pack and lunch pack made with it. He was always so shy about what he would do for everyone to see. The only person he wasn’t so shy with was Zach and they talked about everything.

was a black noodle dish with seafood, served on a plate decorated with a plastic spider. For dessert, there was a selection of spooky sweets, such as "jelly brains", "chocolate spider webs" and "zombie finger cookies". The "Jell-O brains" were made of red and white Jell-O shaped like human brains, the "chocolate spiderThe "chocolate spider webs" were bars of melted white chocolate with a strand of dark chocolate, forming a spider web. The "zombie finger cookies" were made of cookie dough in the shape of human fingers with almonds to imitate fingernails.

“Beg me to make them hurt more.” “Please… make them tighter,” Zofia moaned. “I want it to burn.” Marek brought out a new set of toys — darker, more invasive instruments. He selected a large, curved rabbit vibrator with powerful dual motors. He pushed it slowly into her dripping pussy, the thick shaft stretching her while the smaller clit stimulator pressed firmly against her swollen nub. He turned it on high, and intense vibrations pulsed deep inside her and directly on her clit. Next, he brought out a long string of large, weighted anal beads. He coated them in oil and pushed them one by one into her tight ass, each bead stretching her wider until the final large one popped inside, leaving

— Fuck. I fall to my knees before my vanity, fingers trembling as I open the bottom drawer. There, beneath the perfume bottles and dusty jewelry boxes, lies what I'm looking for: a small tongue-shaped vibrator, flexible and cold. I turn it on with a click, the dull buzz of vibrations filling the room. Without hesitating, I lift my gown and part my lips with two fingers, already swollen, already soaked. The smooth plastic glides against my clitoris and a raw, desperate moan escapes me.

“Take it. Take every inch like the good little stepsister you are.” Each thrust pushed me higher on my toes. The slap of skin on skin mixed with my broken moans. He bit down on my shoulder, sucking a dark mark into my skin while he pounded into me. “Say my name,” he demanded, bending his hips to hit that perfect spot. “Damon…oh god, Damon!” He growled in approval and fucked me harder. My legs started shaking. I was starting to squirt already, clenching around his thick cock. He suddenly pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me.

The day before our wedding, my fiance, Brandon Foster, and his girl bestie pulled out their wedding certificate at the casino. Brandon shrugged as he said, "It's just a joke—we'll be divorced tomorrow, and everyone knows that Wanda and I are strictly platonic." Wanda Stiles, however, was smiling provokingly. "Come on—they say marriage is sacred, so you guys can quit gawking already and hand us our wedding presents!" Everyone around the table laughed, with someone saying, "Alright! I own a business in the West End, and you can have it for your wedding… if you beat me at the dice game. Table rules." I didn't argue and merely sat at the table, smiling faintly as I met Brandon's frown. "The