The Scissoring Novels & Stories

he said as, ignoring her new tears, scissors still in hand, he stepped back, tugged the cord and . Snip. *** They sat, pencils scratching paper. Bare knees, the skin pale and smooth, pressed together or crossed, one tossed over the other, ankles in white socks dangling. He glanced at his latest secret. The girl with the flaking blue eye shadow, wide hips and heavy tits.

She licked at my folds first with long strokes, then flicking my clit. “Oh yes, Kelly baby, lick my pussy!” Kelly was getting into it now, licking and slurping at my slit. I am getting closer now. Kelly stopped and looked up from my thighs. “Have you ever tried scissoring?” “No…” I was almost angry that she had stopped, but then I softened. I had heard of it, but never tried it. “My girlfriend liked to use the dong… we never thought of trying it.” She leaned back and pushed her leg under mine and slid forward until her pussy was pushing up against mine. Our two wet areas, slick with the juices of sex, met and I immediately felt the pressure against my engorged lips.

I take a step back and look at her. "You look so beautiful! Now let's add more to your beautiful" I pick my scissors and walk towards closer to her. I placed my scissors in the middle of her head and starts dragging it slowly on her head. Blood sprints out as she yells in pain, I smirk. "Oh, my God!..stop...stop it...." I didn't stop. I continue dragging the scissors along every corner of her head, making sure to leave deep cuts. When I notice every skin on her head is broken and left with large cuts, I stop and take a step back.

I added a second, scissoring slowly, stretching her while my thumb kept working her clit. Katherine’s head fell back, a broken whimper leaving her lips. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk behind her for balance. I didn’t stop moving my fingers. Shallow thrusts, deep enough to make her feel it, but nowhere near enough to satisfy. I wanted her desperate.

Why wouldn’t it budge? The sensation inside her was getting worse—like a ghost hand stroking her with every movement. The lightest brush over her thighs. A taunting flick between her legs. It was like a feather constantly teasing her skin, chasing her sanity. “I swear to God…” she muttered, throwing the scissors aside. She searched the room like a madwoman—opening drawers, yanking open closets, scanning for anything that could help her. A knife. A letter opener. A damn shard of glass.

A thin beam of cold light refracted through the glass and sliced into the temperature - controlled master bedroom, casting a straight band of brightness across the elaborate patterns of the carpet. Vivienne sat at the mahogany dressing table. She picked up a pair of medical - grade stainless - steel scissors from a tray. With a swift movement, she began cutting the bandage on her left wrist. The pure - white cotton split, and she peeled it away, revealing dark - red scabs on her arm. The new flesh at the edges had an eerie, blue - black tinge.

Holding the scissors with a firm grip, she started by trimming small sections at a time to avoid any accidental mishaps. Selene looked sexy as a barber, my cock twitched while Alaric dominated for a few seconds and squeezed her ass. "Babe, behave." She glared at me jokingly, I immediately removed my hand from her ass. "It's not me," I responded and she rolled her eyes. "Stay still now, before I poke your eye out," With a steady hand, she carefully angled the blades of the scissors toward my face, trimming away any excess length… Moving along my jawline, she lightly cleaned the edges, removing any stray hairs that disrupted the overall look.

Especially when he placed the scissors in my palm. I stared at him for a long time, testing every action he's displaying to me while I'm trying to catch my breath from nervousness. Until he nodded once more, which caused my free hand to flinch a little bit. I tightened my jaw and used all of my remaining strength to hold the scissors in my hands.