Stick Person Novels & Stories

Stowaway Chapter twenty-seven Aiden's point of view. I can't believe I've just had phone sex locked in a toilet in a busy airport. Damn this woman of mine has me acting like a hormonal teenager. I grin as I clean myself off. So fucking worth it though…… I fasten my pants ups before I run back through the airport, to where my team is waiting to board. Grit looks at me as he asks. "You feeling okay now." "Yeah, must have been something I ate."

She was gone. Didn't want him anymore. Vincent charged it, ripped it down, smashed it to the floor. He punched his own smiling face, over and over. Even when the glass sliced deep and blood dripped, he didn't stop. Like breaking it could undo everything. Only when it was unrecognizable did he finally quit. He staggered toward the living room—then froze. Next to the trash, something caught his eye. He knelt, picked up a few torn scraps. And then he saw it—two words that knocked the air out of him: [Marriage Certificate].

“Maybe you’re stronger than you look, but you’re certainly not very smart are you?” They laugh again, and then Alice gestures for one member of the group to move forward. My stomach drops when I realize he’s holding a stick. He hands it to Alice. “This is going to be fun.” Alice rears back and I close my eyes just as the stick makes contact with my stomach with a thud. By the time the third person takes their turn with the stick it’s almost easy ignore the sound of my ribs cracking under the weight of their blows. I inhale sharply, as another hit lands, but grit my teeth. I will not beg them for mercy.

"Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you think you are?" I got a huge fright and struggled to escape his constraints. However, right after that, he began his carrot-and-stick tactic as always. He lightly rubbed his wrist against my slapped face, his gesture like a pitiful act of consolation after the fright. "It was all because you were behaving out of line that I had to treat you like this. Do you understand now that you must be a good girl and listen to me?" Faced with his terrible, disgusting act, I dug my nails into my palms and forced myself to remain calm no matter what.

She gestured for me to open it. I nodded and started flipping through the packet. It was so organized. It had department contacts, client names, a list of contracts I needed to finish, and the names of all the projects I had missed in the last month. Tucked between the pages was a small, handmade craft. It showed two stick figures holding hands , labeled ‘R & L’. My throat tightened with anxiety. This was going to be much harder than I thought.

He removed his now slick fingers from her nub, watching his glossy fingers. She exhaled, letting her shaky breathe out, thinking for a brief moment that it was finally over. Only that it wasn't. His hand came briskly back to land a hard slap on her already sensitive flesh. She immediately closed her thighs as a scream left her mouth, her head fell back to absorb the immeasurable pleasure pulsing across her body in the most painful way possible.

On the way back to the village, he had just been thinking of the freedom they were going to get, only for this to happen. “How dare you talk to me like that…” Dark Shura smiled menacingly. “You!” Sticks growled through gritted teeth. Aware that every single person in his village had been killed by this very man standing right in front of him, Sticks charged toward Dark Shura in immense rage. Bam! “Puny humans.” Dark Shura slammed his palm right at Sticks’ chest. The young man opened his eyes wide, took a few steps back, and collapsed into the snow. Dented with a slap mark, blood flowed out of Sticks’ orifices, turning the snow around him into a sea of red.

She was soft and felt right for his arms. His cheeks started to flare up and he felt uncomfortable down there. It’s been a while since the breakup and he felt it would be too impure to jerk off in Fin’s apartment. In fact, he shouldn’t be hard for Fin’s body at all! The best way is to start imagining the weirdest things he could come up with. Stone Cold Steve Austin in a tutu dress, he chanted, mentally. Stone Cold Steve Austin in a tutu dress. It took a while till he sighed. Finally, his member softened.

"You know that you are my favourite client, I will please you first and then I will look after the others" "I told you I like exclusivity. Get back to work, or you'll lose another client". "I thought there was something between us!" The stripper looked at him hopefully, waiting for an answer. The Machiavellian smile made Enrico's face somber, it was obvious he didn't care. The stripper knew that gangster had a heart of stone, but she still liked Enrico. "I can give you that massage you like!" She tried to seduce him with her honeyed voice.

“You need to loosen up, Mr. Stuffy von Stickinthemud.” Sed followed them to the bar. He ordered a whiskey on the rocks and scanned the various stages, looking for the stripper he found most attractive. Two blondes on the center stage worked the pole together, caressing and kissing each other whenever their dancing brought their bodies together. “That is hot,” Sed said. They’d make a nice Sed sandwich. He wondered if he could convince them to work his pole together. He downed his whiskey and thumped his glass of ice on the bar for a refill.