Tied Titties Novels & Stories

he drawls. And I hate that a string is tied around my tongue, that my eyes have become my betrayer, touching every part of his body. His hair, lips, neck, chest, and arms, without my consent. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" I tease, walking past him, "And just so you know, that will never happen." My fingers find the switch before I disappear around the corner, my heartbeat in my throat.

“She handles tech, surveillance, that kind of stuff.” Isolde only snorted softly, her eyes still on the laptop. “And you,” Tisha pointed at me, “you seduce the targets. I’ll take them out with weapons.” I frowned. “Why do I have to be the seduction part?” “Your profile fits the femme fatale type.” I looked at Isolde for backup, but she only smiled in amusement. “Or we could recruit Victoria,” Tisha added, steering the conversation somewhere absurd. “But honestly, I’d rather it just be the three of us.”

Letícia had just moved into 12B. At twenty-six, she had the kind of body that made men lose their train of thought: she worked out four times a week but never skipped a good feijoada or spoon brigadeiro. The result was firm, soft flesh full of curves. Her breasts were large, heavy, natural, swaying freely under the thin white cotton t-shirt she wore now, with no bra. Her dark nipples poked through the fabric like two buttons begging to be sucked. Her ass was round and perky, the kind of butt that made any man turn his head and imagine burying his face there and licking until she begged.

to what’s to come. As we enter his bedroom, the welcoming dimness envelops us. He lets go of my hand to remove his jacket and tie, while I slide the zipper of my dress down, feeling the warmth rise to my cheeks. There’s no rush in his movements, no sign of impatience. On the contrary, everything about him signals care, a desire to savor every second.

“Go spread those legs wide for me. Show me that pretty pussy.” She climbs onto my bed immediately, cheeks burning. She lies on her back, slowly parting her thighs. Her pussy lips are swollen and shiny with arousal, clit peeking out like it's begging to be touched. I look at her for a moment, then my eyes snap toward my wardrobe. I stride over and pull out my black tie. Her eyes widen, but before she can protest properly, I catch both her wrists, pulling them above her head. Then I tie them together tightly with the silk tie.

She seems furious about something. “Do you know what the latest trend in the pack is?” she asks tilting her body to face me. “That I am…” She didn't let me finish. “That Nathan Durk is impotent! That's the latest trend.” I shrug. “It's nothing new. I have so many other names.” “It's different now. Because you have me. I will find all of them and rip their tongues and limbs! Even if it will take all my fortune!” She sneers.

I noticed her closely that she always have a problem with tying either her necklace or her shoes laces. I tip toed towards her so she couldn't sense my presence. I bent down in front of her and remove her fingers from the laces. "Let me..."I said to her and before she could protest,my fingers already begun their task while I felt her constant stare on me. "Done..."I got up on my feet and dusted off my hands once I tied both her boots laces properly. "You know you should do it."She said ticking a hair strand behind her ear.

She was wearing the Loro Piana Lelis summertime linen skirt, underwear optional, of course. Thank god they were done; now, maybe I can start small talk since we are going to the same place.....but next thing I know, Barbie has his dick in her hand...his pulsing, red, thick dick in her hand, it's veins popping, and she started sucking him while playing with her tits,

Belinda's expression turned stiff, "Mayhew ... I don't use my husband's name ... it's a waste of money to change one's name when I have a perfectly good name I can use." Hazel cleared her throat, "Sorry ... Mrs. Mayhew ... I didn't know." Belinda's eyes never turned from her, she took a drag of her cigarette and blew smoke, "That's okay ... now you know." She let the cigarette hang on her lips and tied her hair up. She may have been in her 40s but she looked like a fashion magazine ad without even trying. She still has her supermodel body that was visible once she stood up. She was wearing a bikini underneath the sheer kimono and that was the first time Hazel ever saw an actual supermodel in

Finn POV I’m not sure how I knew what to do. I was running on instinct when I grabbed Caterina and redirected that wave of power at myself. Somehow, I knew I would be able to absorb it. I glanced over at the pool to see several shocked faces looking our way. Caterina’s sister was on the ground, desperately trying to catch her breath after her near-death experience. Served her right, I thought. She showed complete disregard toward the fact that I was her sister’s tethered-mate. As though I could be tempted by her Siren ways, when I was bonded to another.