A Short Story

Then, the support off the bed was pulled away. If it hadn't been for the stranger having wrapped her legs around his waist as he pounded her tight, sopping slit, Sophie's shoulders might have been wrenched from their sockets. It caused her to drop, and for the teen's head to fall back, perfectly aligned at crotch level. Karl, as he'd done with Alexandria earlier that day, slid the leather belt from the loops of his pants, and smiled into her gorgeous hazel eyes. 'You said something about punishment."

“Your aunts and cousins are growing restless waiting on you. This is my second glass of wine. I need a little buzz to tune out Lisa and Renee’s shady remarks. The catty criticism began as soon as they walked in the door. They’re downstairs kissing your father’s ass like he’s the hold Messiah.” LaTonya hisses. “But enough about those miserable heffas, I have something special that’s the perfect finishing touches for tonight.” She hands Mya a small Tiffany’s jewelry box.

"There, that's better, and after I make use of my tongue." Sitting astride her waist, the Hacker peeled off his shirt, revealing the toned, athletic torso beneath. Before the garment hit the floor, he'd covered her body with his, and mashed their lips together. "I'm going to fuck you into next week." After breaking the kiss, Richard arched a brow, daring her to deny him, then lifted Lexi's arms above her head. and trailed his lips down the Heiress' body, issuing nibbles and bites to her flesh. A wet trail glistened on her abdomen when he reached the apex of her thighs, released her arms, and wrapped his hands around her upper

“No, I understand, Father,” she assured him, looking down at the wood floors. After a few deep breaths she pulled her shirt up over her head, revealing her upper body to him, clad in only a bra now. She handed the shirt to him and put on the new shirt, a white long sleeve that was tight against her body. After a bit more hesitation she unbuttoned her jeans, slipping them down her hips to puddle on the floor. She was thin, showing the effecting of leaving in poverty for the past decade. Jeans were folded and place in Father’s Thorne’s hands, before she slipped into the sweat pants

She had a small, black Focus: great for gas mileage, bad for space. The backseat was a fusion of duffle bags, grocery bags, and ugly gray upholstery, but the mountain blended in with Heather’s already messy car. Digging through the sea of shoes, clothes, and snacks, Heather adamantly felt around for her phone that she mistakenly piled some 12-pack of pop or the first of her makeups bags onto. Once retrieved, she fumbled through songs on her iPhone before she grew impatient and gave the horn a gentle nudge to alert Maddie that she was still outside. This was met by some other student yelling “fuck you” out the window, as if any college student was asleep at 1 a.m on a Friday night.

She began to chuckle as she read through her girlfriend’s late night texts from the day before. Eventually ending up at the bottom of the thread where two new massages had arrived with time stamps not long before she had woken up.

“Have her be off to the side and out of the way,” she had argued. A scowled formed to matched his furrowed brows in concentration. Still he didn’t look up his notebook as they lay together in her bed with the sheets pooled around their naked waists.

"Drop it." He captured a wrist as she picked up the cell, and hooked his other arm around her torso, dragging her backwards. "I said, fucking drop it." Duane hissed and slammed her knuckles down on the kitchen counter, making Jen's hand open and the phone to fly from her grasp. After it had, he lifted off her feet and hauled her through the door. Chairs scattered across the floor as he slammed her face down on a dining table, pinned Jen's head to the wood and yanked an arm behind her back. "Don't move."

Gears in her mind turned for a few seconds, before she decided to kill two birds with one stone. She had brought an extra change of clothes, as she was quite aware that she would be the one getting her hands dirty, and had originally intended on changing in some secluded corner of the warehouse. However, she decided that a public show might be the best way to gauge the interest of her new

“Miss Lucille? Do you understand what I’m saying?” He’d stopped, his brows furrowed just a bit and his eyes clouded with concern, though she couldn’t for the slightest understand what he was concerned about. Lucie caught herself, glancing up from her gently folded hands in her lap, eyes confused for a second as she looked around at the unfamiliar room lined with books that were neatly aligned in his perfectly organized office. “I’m sorry, I was… Could you come again?”

She listened to his answers avidly. She couldn’t remember where she had heard about this exercise, but it was perfect for a new couple to learn about one another. She was relieved to know there was no ex’s in his life. She had an inkling he just left a string of one night stands in his path. She could only hope he didn’t have any other children out there. Most women would have aborted their one night stand’s child, but she was one of the few who had conflicting feelings toward that. His movie choice she had never heard of. “I’ll have to add that to my list of movies to watch.” She commented lightly while he rattled off his answers.

“Baby, I wish you would talk to me” April felt helpless watching her man tormented night after night. She watched as he removed his sweat sodden t-shirt and tossed it on the floor. He then pulled a new one from the dresser drawer slipped it on and stormed out of the bedroom.

“—He fingered her up against a tree, there are scratches all down her back.” Sarah told Eva over the giggles of the other girls in the lounge. “He won’t text her now though, so I guess she’ll have to think of someone else to take her to Prep Homecoming.” Eva sniffed her tupperware box and then took a bite.

He entered the room quietly, but she heard the swish of his pants across the ground. She listened to the sounds of him undressing – cotton peeling, belt buckle chinking, pants unzipping – and felt the other side of the bed move as he slithered into place beside her. She listened to his breaths, growing deeper and longer.

him the money in the form of checks. She told Janice to sign her signature differently on the checks and fill in the amounts. However, leave the dates and the payee blank. She told Janice once she gave Kevin the checks to leave the rest up to her she had a plan. She told Janice to wait an hour and then go to the bank and report that her checks had been stolen and close out her account. Once Janice did her part, Aunt Lucy would do the rest. “I’ll guarantee you Kevin will never forget you after this ordeal” Aunt Lucy said. Janice wanted to know how soon should she put the plan into action. Aunt Lucy told her the sooner the better and call me once you’ve notified the bank that your checks were stolen.