The Scissoring 소설 & 이야기

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.

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.

"Don't force my hand!" I stared unblinkingly at Jenna, not the least fearful. Instead, her hands trembled more as time passed. I could feel the sharp blade of the scissors almost breaking through my skin, and I felt a prickle of pain. If this continues, Jenna might really slit my throat. I grabbed Jenna's wrist and tried to take the scissors from her. "What are you doing?!" Jenna screamed, the rationality in her eyes vanishing. She yanked on the scissors, refusing to let go, and twisted, trying to keep her hold on it desperately.

"Let me help you." Charlene adjusted her stance, her hands now gripping the floating scissors. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she visualized the motion she needed. Her hands began to move in a rhythm—slow and controlled—just as the ocean waves she used to watch crashing on distant shores. She could feel the scissors pressing against the invisible force, slowly making progress as she rocked her hands back and forth. "Try an alligator’s bite—slow and steady," ReNew instructed. Charlene visualized an alligator’s powerful jaws snapping shut, and with a sharp movement, the scissors bit into the charm’s protective barrier, cutting through it inch by inch.

I hope she forgives me for what I’ve got to do next. “You won’t even have to skin it. I’ll do everything,” I promise her. “This next part might hurt, but don’t be scared. It’ll be quick.” I give her time to complain, but she only grinds harder, so I slide another finger into her and scissor them, breaking that thin band of flesh. She shrieks, bucking her hips, and then she groans again, loud and long, as her pussy squeezes my fingers. She’s coming. Holy shit. My chest lightens. I’m doing okay.

“Those eyes violet isn’t natural. That hair. That body. You don’t even look real.” The lights hum louder. Or maybe it’s my blood roaring in my ears. I lower my gaze to the floor, to the cracks in the concrete, to the dust drifting lazily through the light. Each particle floats like a witness that will never speak. I try to make myself smaller, quieter, easier to ignore. I fail. The scissors appear in her hand, catching the fluorescent glare. Metal glints. Cold. She grabs my shoulders and shoves me into the chair. It scrapes loudly against the floor, the sound tearing through me. My stomach twists, nausea rising as the scissors move too close, closer than I can bear to watch. I feel a sharp s

Luna cried and struggled in my tight hold to grab the scissor away from my hand, but the sharp edge of the scissor cut her palm due to her struggling, making her flinch, "Ahh!" While I collected the scissor and threw it away to the floor and strongly gripped her closer.

Fingers skimmed along curves and collarbones, and our lips met in a lazy, wet kiss that quickly grew heated. God, she really was an incredible kisser. As our tongues tangled, I felt that magnetic pull between our thighs again, a growing hunger that wouldn’t be satisfied by just touching or kissing. I broke the kiss to whisper against her lips, “Have you ever tried tribbing before?” She blinked, eyes widening slightly. “You mean like… scissoring?” I nodded, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “Yeah. It’s not just for p**n, babe. Done right, it’s fucking amazing.”