The Scissoring Novels & Stories

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.

I sucked her clit up, taking her cum with my tongue. I stood up, prepared to get my pussy fucked now. She sat up on the couch and motioned me to come set in between her legs. I did, crossing one of my legs over hers. She scooted up close to me, making the tops of our pussies touch. This was going to be my first-time scissoring. I was wet, excited, nervous, and scared. I was so horny after making her cum, I started rolling my body to get it closer to her pussy. My clit brushed against her leg, causing me to jerk with surprise. It was so amazing filling it on her. She rolled over a bit onto her side, facing the back of the couch. I tilted to face away from her, but still managing to look at he

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.

The physician said, cutting up Carla's scarf with his pair of scissors, and Scarlet's heart seized. She fell to the floor.

Chloe tried to get Cynthia back on top of her, but Cynthia had other plans. Suddenly, Cynthia grabbed both of Chloe's ankles and threw her legs wide open, staring down at the blonde woman’s smooth, bare p*ssy, open and displayed generously. Swinging one leg over Chloe's and pressing her own dripping p*ssy onto Chloe's in a classic scissor position, Cynthia began to press and grind down hard, rubbing their clits together with delicious friction. Hot, wet juice mingled together, the scent intoxicating as Cynthia grasped each ankle and threw her head back, moaning, crazy with pleasure.

‘Call to the power within your blood,’ Canus reminds her. Scintilla’s stare becomes even more intent. Eventually, there’s a strange sort of flash, and she jerks back, holding her hands to her eyes and face scrunching in a grimace. ‘That’s alright,’ Canus says. ‘It takes a while to get the hang of it. Come here, I’ll do it for you.’ Canus pricks his finger on a penknife and repeats the working for Scintilla. Then, he has me switch places with Scintilla.

If she doesn’t want chasing I can think of plenty of other ways to make my mate squirm with pleasure. Bending to the ground, I watch her eyes widen as I produce a pair of scissors. “Don’t move cannonball,” I warn before allowing the cold blade to trail up the outside of her thigh, towards the rip in the material. Slowly, watching her hands grip around the desk I open the blades, allowing the cool metal to stroke her hip. Of course I’d never hurt her. When the first snip goes through the dress with ease I caress her newly revealed hip and waist.

Maybe she had. “Hold still,” Ambrose said, snipping the scissors in the air with a little sneer. “I’d hate to slip.” He caught the neckline between two fingers and cut. The shears went in clean, slicing a long diagonal line from my collarbone down toward my ribs, opening the fabric wider than it had ever been meant to go. Cold air hit my skin and I made myself not flinch, refusing to give either of them the satisfaction. He cut again at the hem, slitting the skirt up past my knee, then stepped back to look at what he’d done.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."