The Scissoring Novels & Stories

We pressed together. We must have scissor for at least a half hour- minimum. I couldn’t get enough of her warmth. It was amazing. That’s when she stopped. I thought I was going to go crazy, I’d climaxed at least once while we were scissoring, but I’m kind of multi orgasmic so I couldn’t be sure. That’s when she put her hands on both sides....

I watched him till he turned to me with scissors in his hand. I furrowed my brows. Wait, scissors? Is that part of BDSM? He walked towards the edge of the bed and stood where my legs were spread. He got on the bed, moving closer to me, making my heart pound. God, what is he doing with scissors? He reached in between my legs and lowered the scissors there. I furrowed my brows as I stared at him. I felt the scissors close to my panties and next, I heard a cut but not my skin.

It's like I'm being pulled between illusion and reality. I absentmindedly stood up and put the comb back inside the drawer of the bedside table, but before I could close it, a pair of scissors caught my attention. I took it and stared at it for a while. Later, I separated the blade and placed a part on my wrist. I pressed the scissors too hard against my skin and then slowly pulled it. One, two, Three. I cut myself three times.

He showed her the scissor in his hand. She looked at the scissor and then at him. “Scissor.” She whimpered, biting her bottom lip to prevent herself from sobbing. She was on the verge of crying right now, yet he passed not even an ounce of care. “Good, and you know what I’m going to do with it?” He brought the scissor closer to her throat, continuously staring at it. Her breath hitched as soon as the cold metal touched her hot and sweaty skin. “No.” She did not even dare to shake her head.

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.

Pain coiled through me but I refused to look away. “Bring me a scissor!” She barked. I heard movement behind me, the shuffle of someone obeying. “Don’t you dare!” I hissed. I'm letting Khione stir beneath my skin to warn her. “Oh?” She leaned in. “You think your little beast will frighten me? Not in the slightest.” The one she sent returned and passed the scissors into her free hand. She accepted it easily, her other hand still twisted tightly in my hair. When I realized what she intended, the blood in my veins turned to ice. "Stop!”

My daughter, Amelia Rossum, comes home with her palm pierced all the way through by a pencil. I drop my mop in a panic, hastily change out of my loungewear, and rush her to the ER. At the hospital entrance, my husband, Benedict Rossum, jumps out of his car and immediately lashes out at me. "How could you let this happen to her?" Our neighbor, Lorelei Bates, trails behind him, holding her daughter's hand. She addresses him gently, "Benedict, don't be so hard on Clarissa. Everyone makes mistakes." He scoffs. "Other mothers can keep their kids safe perfectly fine. What's her excuse? I bet she did this on purpose to guilt me into coming home early!" Amelia recoils and hides behind me. Seei

No corners bent. He closed his eyes, tracing the gesture in his mind. Left hand pressing down the page. Right thumb and forefinger pinching the corner, gently lifting, flipping it over. Then forefinger and middle finger smoothing the new page flat. Her sleeves would be rolled up, revealing the chilblain scars on her wrists. When she turned a page, her head would tilt slightly down. Her collar would shift to the left. Because her body's center of gravity would shift right as her right hand turned the page, the collar naturally sliding left.

With Soren sharing, I run my hands over her thighs, moving them up and down slowly, making her skirt move so I can then slide my hands under to get to her hips. I feel Soren extend our claws and smile a little as I then use our claws to remove Scarlett's underwear instead of just moving them out of the way. I then look directly at H as I move my pants just enough to free myself and slide inside her. I hiss low as I move my hands from under her dress and wrap them around her tightly, pulling her closer into me, making me move even deeper inside her.

The cold blade of the scissors sent a cold shiver down my spine, making me feel like an animal that would be beheaded by someone at any moment. My senses were heightened as fear and curiosity were strange bedfellows, their conflicting emotions swirling within me like a maelstrom. My mind raced, conjuring a thousand different scenarios, each one a stark contrast to the last. My palms were slick with a nervous sweat, my breath caught in my throat. The only thing I knew for sure was that the next few seconds would alter the course of our story, for better or for worse.