Tentical Locker Novels & Stories

I picked up the toy and turned it on. I’ve never seen one like this in my whole life. It started vibrating and there was a type of hole with a silicon tongue inside it. Okay, so this baby screws you and licks you at the same time? Very well, I may die tonight. I look around and find another note on the desk in the corner. “Play with yourself,” and right beside it, there was a lingerie set, a very sexy one. It was mostly all net. But it was the kinkiest one I’ve ever seen in my whole life. The set had handcuffs too, all black with spikes.

"Alright, how about if you follow me to our tent and there, I will discuss or tell you about our activities and schedule for today? Is that cool with you all?" I looked away and nod. "Great, now follow me!" she says happily. They all started walking towards our tent while I, put away the shirt I grab inside my bag. I just sigh. I sling my bag on my shoulder and started to walk. "This way to our tent!" Ms. Gill said as she pointed the way. When I got in front of our tent, I stopped first. "It looks like my day is unlucky, huh?" I murmured. I touch the necklace on my neck, dad said this necklace is called a locket because when you open it inside it, you can see or put a picture of your loved o

Tabby hasn’t attempted to make eye contact since she indirectly admitted to being sexually abused by Lorenzo. “The door has multiple locks, and only Lorenzo has the keys.” She explained, gesturing to the front door. Six, the fucker had SIX heavy-duty locks on the door. I’m sure every exit had the same level of security. What a piece of shit. Who treats their packmates like this!? Scum, that’s who—power-hungry scum. “Looks like I should go back and find the keys.” I sighed.

Cheyanne My brain short-circuited. I stared at the plush velvety interior, my mouth agape. Lying on the silk was a collection of high end sex toys. Silicon wands in different sizes, things with literal remotes, a pair of fur-lined pink handcuffs that looked fluffy for a man as rigid as Ronan, along with several others whose purposes I had no intention of figuring out. In the corner was a small pastel pink note. To keep the spark alive

“F-k.” “What is wrong Temperance?” The detective’s voice was concerned. “It is a torture cell,” Vixen murmured. “Like a real one. Not a playroom. There are chains on the wall, and it reeks of piss and shit. There is blood on the floor along with every other unmentionable nasty. Is that a…? Oh, yuck. That is a tooth.” “Is there somewhere to place a device?” Vixen chewed her lip and looked behind her down the hallway. “Shit. I don’t want to go in there.”

The on-call room door shut behind us with a soft snick that sounded louder than it should in the empty corridor. John flicked the lock, then turned to me, the dim red exit light catching the sharp line of his jaw. He didn’t say anything at first. He just reached into the locker beside the bunk and pulled out a small black bag. The zipper rasped open, and my breath caught. Inside lay things I’d only ever seen in private browser tabs: a sleek silicone vibrator, curved just right; a set of steel cuffs lined with soft leather; a bottle of lube that gleamed under the low light; a thin, flexible crop.

Locker 73 happens to be upstairs and beside the lecture hall, and when we get there I tell Jana, "The code is 5676." She attempts and swings open the locker. "Go on, look. I'll keep watch." His locker is a mess, but there isn't much in it. Food wrappers, two textbooks, a dirty jersey, a few stray pencils, a nub of an eraser, an empty can of soda, an empty blue water bottle, a notebook, and a pair of white converse shoes at the bottom. I look through it twice. "It's not in here," I say, my voice clear with disappointment. "I don't understand."

Until she spotted something odd—a locker tucked behind a row of wine. She leaned in, her heart racing. "This is it." She opened the locker. Inside, there was a small fingerprint scanner. "Really?" She scoffed, amused by Kaka's extra layers of security. Wiping her sweaty palm on her pants, she hesitated. Then she pressed her palm against the scanner. It blinked, scanned... and clicked open. No dramatic movements. No hidden shelves flipping. Just a quiet reveal of a small passage. She pushed the wall aside and walked through.

I grab the black silk pajamas from the drawers dedicated strictly for pajamas. That's when I find that drawer full of questionable clothes. It's lingerie but... there are some sets in here that are extremely seductive. I quickly grab a set that's the least flashy and run off to find the bathroom. Once I find the bathroom, I'm taken back again. The luxury never stops but then again, I am in a penthouse in the most expensive district of New York City. I smell lavender because that was the only scented hair and body product provided. Probably by Alejandro's request...

Nicholas asked them in utter concern while his heart was thumping against his chest wildly like a hammer. "They said doll face is ready to give birth now." Tyler informed Nicholas and if he thought he was nervous till now then he was panicking after Tyler's statement.