Tender Bang Novels & Stories

She parted her lips apart, trying to say something, but, what was she supposed to say? "I am Zane by the way." The figure smiled, rather cheekily. He looked twenty, twenty one maybe. "Thank you." she placed the towel to her jaw, letting out a whimper. "Let me help," he lifted the towel to her jaw, letting the cold block melt away the pain. She winced, her eyes twinkling with pain. "Don’t mention it, Xander’s has anger issues, I think, I once got my bones broken, but you will be okay." He reached the towel to her face, smoothing it carefully. "He has a soft heart,"

Ding Bang said. “Don't talk sh*t! If you want to stop us, let's fight! Who do you think you are to boss us around.” Tang Bai furiously said, directly throwing a punch at Ding Bang's jaw. “Your attacks are fast and strong, but if it can't hit me, it's useless altogether.” Ding Bang commented while dodging easily. Ling Bing was surprised that Tang Bai wasn't able to land a punch even once. ‘He's strong.’ he thought as he dashed over to help his partner.

- Sharing A Timer-Bang Deni's Thoughts Continue For the next bit, I wanted to experience something a bit of "less loving and more extreme fucking," like a gang-bang would be, except it would be with just my current and my former lovers. Elliot and I once read a story where 3 guys fucked a girl used a timer to switch off, so the girl, who was blindfolded, felt like she was being gang-banged by more guys. As a side-effect, the guys lasted longer, so the girl got off much more then she would in a normal fuck-til-you-cum gang bang. We called it a timer-bang. A big part of this fantasy for me was that I would not see who was having their pleasure inside my pussy.

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

Because my budget is only 250. I also chose fresh fish at the fish market. I saw a fresh fish. " How much is the bangus?" I asked the bearded man .. "It's free! Just give me your number!" he winked at me. Come on! Is that all? "Alright! Number 29! That's my birthday, !" The man stopped and scratched his head. "Shit, where is this girl planet came from? She would be beautiful, but she's slow." He whispers.

I'm in this relationship with Nelly and Bangizwe because why is she always excited like she's the one receiving gifts? SEE YOU AT LUNCH! —Bangizwe Mboyo, that's what the card reads, and I read it out loud. “Aww, that's just so cute, bandla.” Nelly is fangirling, but I get her. How much is in this? These are bundles of money. “What were you saying about us breaking up?” I stare at Tinyeleti. “I didn't—you know what? Let's count the money.” She's right. I take out one bundle and remove the rubber band, holding it together before I count the two hundreds. There are ten R200s.

Following his gaze, I found out that Emilia’s cheeks were beginning to turn pink. “Really?” I asked, excited. “Yeah,” he sent a teasing grin to Emilia, “Em was bawling her eyes out thinking you were badly injured and we didn’t know what to do. Luckily for us, Doctor Tinder had come to our building just that moment so when he saw his lady crying pathetically on my shoulder, he came running. That’s how we got to meet him.” “You said you’d stop calling him that when you get to meet him.” Emilia complained.

I warn him calmly. "Watch yours, homie." The asshole glares at me. "Motherfucker, did you just homie him?" Diego launches towards the guy. "Diego, no." Blair stops him from getting any closer by holding onto his arm and yanking him back. "Yeah, Diego, chill, we're all friends here, right, homie?" He asks me, mocking me, daring me, poking my last nerve. Fuck, I think it's working. "Now can I punch him?" I whisper in Cassandra's ear.

And of course, it was Ciaran fucking Valente. The bidding started at one million, then rose to three. Five. Seven. Ten. The numbers climbed, tension thickening between us as we silently refused to yield. If it had been anyone else, I wouldn't have wasted my breath. But this? This was him. And if there's anything I refuse to do, it's back down from a Valente. But then, at the very last moment, when the numbers began reaching ridiculous levels, I let my expression shift—to boredom. To disinterest. And, with the smallest smirk, I tossed my bid aside.

Tony was standing by the door when I walked in. He followed behind, his words not so clear as my mind wasn’t in the room with me. “Not now, Tony!” I sent him away in anger. I hurried up the stairs but stopped half way. The tears brewing in me had somehow taken the strength from me. Or was it Elena’s slap? I clutched my chest and pulled away from the railing, leaning against the wall and letting the tears stream down uncontrollably. The music in the hall was nothing conpared to the rhythms of pain in my heart.