Strawberry Tears Novels & Stories

And I do that immediately, my lashes still lowered as I feel something wet and moist touch my lips; It's ripe strawberry, dripping with it's juices. Breathing through my nose, I take it between my teeth, making to close my mouth to chew it, however his hand stops me, his thumb sliding up to press into my mouth, so it's half open. "Chew." Obeying, I bite down on the strawberry, my teeth lightly grazing his thumb as I do, and the strawberry juice runs down my chin, leaking till it runs over my breasts. Then he pulls his thumb out from my mouth, allowing me to chew the rest of the strawberry on my mouth and swallow it.

Silent sobs wracked her body as the floodgates of her tears burst open. The tears streamed down Ava's cheeks, releasing the pent-up frustration, hurt, and confusion that had been building within her. Each sob echoed in the empty room, a poignant reminder of the shattered bond between the sisters. It felt as if a part of her had been torn away, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable.

Tears filled my eyes put his hand kept getting tighter. "Marco please" I whispered amidst the throbbing pain aching in my arm. A tear rolled down my cheek before I could stop it. I tried to look away, but it was too late—he was already staring right at me. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a second, I saw something flicker in them. Surprise? Guilt? I couldn’t tell. But then, just like that, his grip loosened, and he let me go. It was like my tear had snapped him out of whatever had taken hold of him.

“Hey, now. None of that.” “I can’t help it. You’re so sweet.” “Sweet? Woman, it rips my guts out to see you cryin’.” “Even happy tears?” “Any kind of tears.” She kissed his Adam’s apple. “Then take me to bed and see if you can’t turn my tears into screams of pleasure.” “That, I can do.” ******

"Have a good chat with Sally. Shall I pick you up later?" I frantically shook my head. "It's fine. I'm staying the night at her place." With that, I hopped out of the car and practically bolted into the café. From afar, I spotted Sally sitting in a corner. The moment I saw her, my tears spilled over. "Hey, Mel!" Sally shot up when she saw me enter. Her wide smile faded at the sight of my tears. "Mel, what's wrong? What happened? "Don't cry! I'm here for you!"

She cried, squeezing her eyes shut, refusing to meet my gaze anymore. Fuck. Could someone's tears turn a man on this much? I felt like licking her tears. The sight of them glistening on her cheeks made my mouth water with an urge I couldn't explain. I wanted to taste them—salt and sorrow mingling on my tongue—just to claim even her pain as mine. I wondered if they'd taste as sweet as the torment she unknowingly fed me.

Tears are falling off my eyes, and I start to whimper. "N... Are you crying? Why are you crying? I hope you're not crying for David because he doesn't deserve anyone's tears or sympathy." She tells me. "I'm not crying for him. I'm crying because life is so hard. Being black and a vampire has not been an easy journey for me. It still hurts that my parents lost their lives because of racism. Why must we have to suffer the most? This life is so cruel and unfair!" I wailed, venting out my frustration.

She was followed by another young woman, who was carrying stacks of glasses balanced atop one another. “This is also something we keep for special occasions,” she smiled. “Our very own strawberry wine. We make it together – our pack is very small, and we find it cleansing to create something together. Strawberries have long since been known for their associations purity and passion, and that is what we want to instil within our pack, and what we wish to share with you all tonight.”

I couldn't take some popcorn anymore from its bowl because I'm starting to get really emotional! "Miss, what can i do to stop your tears? T-tell me, please. I will obediently do it right away!" Edith keeps on insisting, panicking how to shush me. Meanwhile, i was continuously shaking my head with tears rolling down my cheeks. In that scenario, Lorcan was revealed by the double doors with a basket of strawberries without green things on them, like what i told him. "What's happening? Why the fuck is she crying?" "I-i don't know, Sir! She just started crying in the middle of watching the movie." Edith told him nervously.

My cheek stings and tears fill my eyes. “DON’T TELL ME NO!” He screams. I can feel the heat of his breath on me and I drop my eyes to the floor. My tears betray me and fall with each blink of my eyes. My cheek throbs and I know it’s going to bruise. I force myself to disconnect and focus on the color of the flooring.