The Scissoring Novels & Stories

I screamed. He was taken aback upon seeing me with no control. Mad. F*cking mad. Out of my sanity. I stepped forward as he stepped back. “You... you f*cking, Silva. You f*cking call me a f*cking bitch! I am no slut, nor a wh*re! I am just a bad f*cking bitch who beats men *sses and not f*cking and sucking and riding their f*cking d*cks!” I shout and threw the glass of wine towards him. The glass shattered as his blood drops. The broken glass cut his arms.

“No.” The deep lust-filled tone that had crept into his voice made her tremble with pleasure, without getting off her, axel reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a large pair of scissors, the blades glinted in the light and nerves fluttered in her tummy in anticipation of what he was about to do, Pinned beneath him rosa couldn’t escape and panic erupted from her heart as he pressed the cool metal against my skin, making her shivered in fear.

Automatically, he took out his tongue with his right hand. Indeed, even the gadget connected to the tongue was pulled. The cutting edge was pulled in the throat, and a surge of blood blended in with a touch of minced meat showered out of his mouth. The gadget was connected to the tongue, so it must be cut off from the foundation of the tongue. Morrison pulled hard, attempting to lengthen the tongue. His scorched left hand shuddered as he inclined down and twisted. Sizzling sounds could be heard as the singing scissors contacted his mouth. Before he even got to remove his tongue, he felt a sharp torment from the consuming of his tongue!

Skyla was hesitant to see the man naked but there was no other option. Saving his life by finding the root cause of blood loss was important and sealing the wounds to the earliest was important. Skyla was jittery when she slowly used her frail hands to lift his white satin T-shirt. Her eyes were squinty and shaky as she lifted and slowly dragged the T-shirt up. She gulped down on the sight of his belly button and not to forget his abs that moved rapidly in sync with the man's heavy breathing. Seeing a well-polished body with scars was no doubt painful but at the same time it made knots in Skyla's stomach. Never had she seen such a smoky body moving to and fro with that frequency.

It was blurry at first but I tried to adjust to the rays that called for me. I inhaled a pleasant scent. Then, I saw someone holding a huge scissors. “No, no. Please, don’t hurt me,” I let out of terror at the sight of the scissors. “It’s ok, dear—” The doctor said. “No, no, no. Take it away!!” carried on. I suddenly felt warm hands wrap around my waist. I sniffled in the person’s scent which surprisingly calmed me down. “It’s ok, sunshine,” The voice said. “It’s ok,” The person

She moans softly, guiding me with murmurs and gentle presses. “Just like that… yes… you’ve got it, baby girl.” Encouraged, I experiment. Every movement, every tiny correction from her sends my own arousal spiking. My body reacts instinctively, meeting her touch with mine, discovering the thrill of giving pleasure. Then she moves me onto my side on the bed, lining our bodies up for scissoring—something I’d been curious about but never had the nerve to try. My stomach flips with nerves and excitement as her hands grip my hips.

"There you have it. So now we're going to have to just do our second test and see how much stretched this pussy is." And then he started scissoring, his fingers moving inside me. And I nearly cried. I unconsciously started moaning, thrashing, and squeezing his fingers deeper inside me. I wanted him to do more, so much more. I wanted him to fuck me with his fingers, so I tried to scissor his hand with my knees, but he was standing between my knees, one hand holding my knee apart. When I tried to rub my thighs together, he held my knee even farther apart while continuing to push his fingers deeper, scissoring and un-scissoring.

—pussy grinding frantically through the mess, her own piss jetting hot over my belly, tits shaking as she rode it out. We slowed panting, cunts still twitching against each other, soaked in everything. “Flip over, let’s scissors now... I need more,” she gasped, pulling off me slick, lying back on the floor herself, legs spread wide. I scrambled up quick, my legs shaking, positioning so our pussies met again side by side, my calves hooking over hers, our cunts aligning perfectly . Scissoring her like this, legs locked, pussies kissing direct again, our piss and cum making everything slippery and nasty. We both thrust forward slowly at first, our clits bumping, lips sliding long, building that

The scouts leaned in slightly, their gazes devouring the shameless display without shame. Throughout every hold, their touches reinforced ownership. Thorne’s firm hands corrected my posture, pressing my lower back or lifting my hips higher for better view. Aurelius’s fingers trailed possessively along my ribs and occasionally spread my cheeks wider, ensuring the scouts saw everything. Cassian stayed close, one hand steady on my thigh while the other guided my breathing, murmuring quiet praise when the weight of foreign eyes made me shake.

I should resign from working at Splash A Star because the last few months have been hell, but I’ll think about that later. Talk about my brain mixing up the thoughts it should bring to the fire of my memory at the wrong times and situations. I should get out of this situation first. As I looked around the room, I saw a pair of scissors. Oh, Thank you Lord. I stretched my leg over to where the scissors was and used two of my toes to hold it together and placed it on the bed, then I dragged it over to my hand.. I grimaced and winced in pain as I felt the scissors scrape against my skin, but I quickly shut my mouth tight so as not to draw attention to myself.