Sweetly Stitched Novels & Stories

"Ms. Valenti, congratulations. You have passed the screening for the confidential experiment. If you join the program, you'll need to travel to Silvercrest, and your domestic identity will be erased. Are you willing to participate?" I had planned to refuse. Lorenzo had always loved me as if I were his entire world, and at that moment, I was carrying his child. I had thought we would finally have a peaceful, happy family. But it seemed that was no longer true. Once the dancer finished her routine, Lorenzo's men called for her to stay and have fun with them.

The thing about threats is that they don’t always come with fists or shouting. Sometimes, they come wrapped in silk, smooth and persuasive, like honey laced with poison. That’s exactly how Jace Langston corners me the next morning. I don’t see him at first—I just feel him. That strange shift in the atmosphere, the way people step aside without realizing why, how conversations dip when he’s near. By the time I round the corner toward my locker, I know he’ll be there. And of course he is, leaning against the cool gray metal like it belongs to him, arms folded, that infuriating half-smile tugging at his mouth.

A bit confused, I reached for it. Inside, on a black satin, was a slim leather collar. Black as midnight, butter-soft, lined with pale silk that looked like it would feel like a whisper against skin. A small silver tag dangled from the front O-ring. I lifted it closer. The engraving was tiny, elegant cursive: *Ava Daddy’s forever*

The village needed something else from me that morning, something I had promised days ago and could not put off any longer. I found the seamstresses waiting in the hall exactly where I had left them, the finished banner spread across the table between them. A silver moon rising over a shadowed pine, stitched in thread that caught the light exactly the way I had asked for, silver bright against deep green fabric. "It is finished," the older seamstress said, stepping back so I could see the whole of it. "Just as you described." I ran my fingers along the stitching, throat tightening in a way I had not expected.

It’s her gift—making you feel wonderful or horrible or wonderfully horrible, all depending on what she wants. 43: Ayame – The Sweetest Sting

Sabrina sat in her atelier in the bright, sunny room, where the soft hum of the sewing machine filled the air as she delicately tried to work out all the fine details on her wedding dress. The silk shimmered under the golden rays of morning light as her hands ran across the texture, bringing a tranquil air into her heart.

Stanley drove the point home, "If Alice says 'strip', you strip!" Bill stood there defeated and on display, but Alice couldn't enjoy it any longer. She was desperate for relief. "I'm sweaty and need a shower. See you in a bit." She raced upstairs to her room and locked the door. She frantically pulled her blouse over her head causing her beautiful b-cup tits with their large aureolae and long, hard nipples to bobble free. She stroked them frantically for a few seconds then stripped off her skirt and thong. The thong was sopping wet. Her twat was neatly shaved and her fingers lunged for her crack where she rubbed furiously.

His eyes were red and only configured a blurred image to the receptors. “Maybe it’s still nighttime.” Mark slater comforted himself. The door closes back. “Why do you leave me alone, wretched on a table? I still need you! Maybe offer me a woman’s sweet second chance.” Mark Slater felt as if he had lost the most precious thing he ever won. The hurtful feeling tormented his heart. The woman’s sweet poison had anchored and spread through his veins. The love poison. He nearly wept.

Mia's fingers dug into his hair, holding him there as sparks shot straight to her clit. She tugged at his scrubs, shoving the pants down his hips. His cock sprang free, the head already leaking with pre-cum. Mia wrapped her hand around him, stroking firmly, feeling him throb in her grip. Ethan groaned against her breast, the vibration making her shiver.

Yet, he was willing to accept this punishment. … "Ms. Adkins…" Harper called out hesitantly when she saw my eyes brimming with tears. Snapping back to my senses, I wiped them away and asked, "What is it?" "The person who delivered this said there's something under the box." I lifted the necklace and found a bank card at the bottom. Beside it was a note that read, "Selene, congratulations on your marriage."