The Scissoring Novels & Stories

She reaches down and spreads my legs, then shifts so her pussy is pressed directly against mine. The sensation of her wet heat against me makes us both moan. "This is called tribbing," she says, starting to move her hips. "Also known as scissoring, though I hate that term. It's fucking. Pure and simple." She grinds against me and the friction is incredible. Our clits are rubbing together, our wetness mixing, and I've never felt anything like this. "Touch yourself," she orders. "Play with your tits while I fuck you."

I immediately blushed, tearing my gaze away from her and swallowing hard as I tried to sit up on the bed to speak. “I–you look really good—” But before I could finish, Clara stepped in front of me and pushed me back onto the bed with one hand, settling herself into a position I never thought I’d see in real life. I’d seen it before, just not outside of my laptop screen. That day, I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me, but I’d searched lesbian sex, and one of the videos showed this exact position— Scissoring where two women rub their pussies together.

Only the occasional car passed by. With trembling hands, Scott opened the book to the page he had marked. He's nervous. He looked around. Then he took out a small knife he had kept inside the book. He placed the book on the floor and raised his left hand to his chest. Scott took a breath, gaining confidence. With a still-shaking hand, he cut his hand with the knife. Scott let out a small cry. Blood began to drip out. Scott dripped the blood onto the book. Scott took a breath, trying to calm himself.

It's still moving a little bit. "Waaahhhhh!" Bryle screamed as the scorpion tried to hit him with its tail. Gradually, the scorpion stood up with a struggle, and Bryle clung to its small sturdy horn near its eyes. The scorpion squirmed to shake him off while also attacking, using its sharp tail and grasping pincer. Bryle gulps while avoiding the scorpion's tail and the pair of grasping pincers. He yelped when he was almost caught. The earth giant immediately grabbed the scorpion's tail and the pair of grasping pincers when it saw the scorpion attacking Bryle, which made Bryle sigh in relief. The scorpion was still squirming, but Bryle managed to climb on its head.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I smirk and place the tip of his finger in between the blades of the scissors. "Stop stop, please Supreme!" He yells and I pay him no attention as I force all of my strength into my grip on the scissors. The plastic handles if the scissors almost break as his bone starts to shatter and dislocate. Blood pours unto the metal table as his finger bone completely breaks and the tip of his finger falls unto the table. He is screaming throughout but it becomes even louder when he sees the tip of his finger lying on the table. I laugh at the horrified, pained expression on his face. "Be quiet," I tell him. He nods frantically, sobbing and trying his best to not cry out loud.