Splendid X Flippy Novels & Stories

I let the heavy, undeniable sexual tension crackle through the open mic. "You built me a very elaborate dressing room, Franco," I purred. My voice dripped with dark, seductive authority. "But if you think giving me a knife makes me your pet project, you’re sorely mistaken. I don't belong to you. I own this fucking island now." "I know," Franco whispered. The submission in his voice was absolute. The architect of the Apex Bloom had completely yielded to the monster he helped create. "The hub is yours. You have full administrative access to the labyrinth’s pneumatic bulkheads. The board is yours to manipulate."

"I can make a neat margarita." "Too sweet." "Vodka?" "Too strong." "Tequila?" She smiled, "Too risky." "Tequila it is," he chuckled. "How about that flask?" she asked, glancing at the gold flask sitting behind him. "That's absinthe, Miss. It's dangerously strong." "Perfect." He hesitantly handed her the flask. "Thanks," she grinned, pushing the glass of her whisky into his hands. "See you around." "Without a name?" he asked as she turned to leave.

A wave of wonder enveloped him; he had finally found what he had been seeking. There, only twenty feet away, sat Vera Susan, enjoying a large red lollipop while reading. Today, she wore no makeup, but her natural beauty radiated charm and simplicity. Her long, silky caramel hair spilled over her shoulders, and she absentmindedly ran her fingers through it as she turned the pages of her book, completely immersed in her own world. Fidelis couldn’t look away, captivated especially by her inviting red lips enclosing the lollipop. An uncontrollable desire to taste those lips surged within him, igniting a fire that he couldn’t suppress.

"Love ya." I noticed Elena descending the stairs. "Now you look like Elena Walkers." I hooed "Who was I before?" "Well, your dopple ganger I guess." I winked "You're a silly girl." "What do we have?" I whistled as I opened the plates "Oh my!! Just what I'm craving." Elena squealed "You know the vibe sis." We high-fived each other It was fried rice and chicken laps. We dug into the food. We moaned out at the same time because the food hit the spot.

My eyes trailed off to Chris who was sneaking in another treat. She didn’t wait for my answer, spinning around flipping her hair in my face, “I’m going in, “ she gleamed, and without further notice, walked towards Chris, leaving me gagging trying to get the taste of her hairspray out of my mouth, “ yes, you do that, flippy," I gagged. I approached the two with a slight sigh, maintaining a short distance. Britney had snuck up on Chris from behind, covering his eyes with her hands so naturally now we had reached the awkward part, his hand’s feeling up her arm to get a clue of who it was.

“So sweet and wet for me. Such a good girl.” I moaned loudly, thighs trembling around his head. The pleasure was overwhelming — hot, wet, and intense. Every flick of his tongue, every suck on my clit, made me see stars. My moans grew louder, more desperate, turning into breathy cries as he worked me closer and closer to the edge. He slid two thick fingers inside me without warning, curling them upward to hit that perfect spot while his mouth focused on my clit. The combination was too much. “Ahh! Ezekiel, I’m— I’m gonna—!”

My teammates were nice and that was the first good thing I encountered for the day. The girl with the curly blonde hair was Stacey Harrington. She is cheerful. Unlike me, she is very talkative. Talkative friends are a gift for people like me because they are a great help when expressing my ideas. Another girl was Phoebe Hawthorne. She was not that open but seemed cute and innocent. Her short hair suited her. Jake Sherwood is the big built guy in our team. He looks a bit rough and frightening but once he starts to talk he is cheerful and kind. Last but not least is the guy who is the centre of attention of most girls in the hall. Chris Summerville, a playful character with all the eyecatching

she begged. I didn't have time to dig deeper before she smashed our lips together. Those soft, silky lips devoured me. Burning me from the inside and I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to. Snaking my hand around her waist and pulling her flush against me as I tugged on her bottom lip, colliding my tongue with hers. The taste of strawberry daiquiri tickling my taste buds from the sweetness she emits. It was euphoric, my brain, a mess with only thoughts of her as our lips danced together. A gentle slow dance that heated and turned into something sensual.

However, he immediately smelled a strong scent of Flaming Hot Cheetos in the living room when he returned home that evening. Valerie and William had acquired a new snack, Flaming Hot Cheetos. "Dad, these Flaming Hot Cheetos come in several intensities. We had the extra-spicy ones earlier, and now we're trying the cheese-flavored ones. I bought one of each for you to taste the variety," Valerie explained. "They taste so good. Val, you're so good to me," William said, wiping his runny nose and continuing to eat. On the coffee table, there was a bowl of water. Since William found the Cheetos too spicy, Valerie brought him a cup of warm water to cleanse his palate before he indulged again. Willi

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.