Saskia Day: A Short Story

“D’you think I can help you?” He questions, his brown eyes searching mine for conviction. I see the furrow in his brows deepen as he waits, concerned I might miss this moment. Somehow, I know what He’s thinking.

"That's more like it," he says before biting my neck. He strokes me slowly. I can feel myself getting hard. Why must my body betray me? I keep telling myself "No, you don't like this" but it does and I just let it. "My naughty boy" Just when I was about to come he stops. I let out a wanting moan. Wait, I like this? What the

The stage travels, and outbursts, many swirling, dazzling colors, followed by a stampede of footwork accompanying the sound of the mariachi. Envision it. Mesmerizing isn't it?

As I picked him up he twisted in air landing -perfectly balanced - on the ground, holding my arms. He clutched my claws so hard I was finding it hard not to cry. My first instinct was to run, get out before I turned out like my meals. I started to run away hoping to loosen my attackers hands, but he stood firm pulling my arms back.

I love getting to cuddle and and kiss I like holding a girls hand and having company on night drives just to talk and sing music. I love to watch greys and how I met your mother

I blush, but he can’t see it. We just look at each other for a minute longer and I look out the window again.

I begrudgingly raise my fist to the door, and, “Nock, Nock, Nock’. Not only can I feel to door rattle, but I can hear it too. I hear the usual scramble of people waking up and attempting to get decent enough to open the door, and the barking of dogs. The door is flung open and a tired appearing woman opens the door.

As a driver, you ought to keep your eyes out and about with vicinity of brain while driving. It is you who are include on it and other individuals you meet out and about and their vehicle also.

My eyes and body trembled as his grip on me tightened. “N-no…” I squeaked. Master’s eyes glared at me and his other hand was held out to the side of my thigh as if he were about to smack my leg. “I-I mean I don’t want to be punished! I-I do want to s-sleep w-with Master! Don’t hit me, please! Please, M-Master! I’m sorry!” I yelped as I lowered my waist to the floor, away from his hand as I tried to wiggle and jerk myself out of his tight grip.

husband, Ty met. Kat told Daya the story about how Kat and Ty’s moms have known each other

Then I felt a cold bar around be before I knew it, I was stuck to the wall. Montressor started closing me, In. As Montressor was blocking me, In I tried everything to get help but it helped not the slightest bit to scream, But to give him the most utter pleasure of my lack of ability. By this point Montressor was having fun listening to me struggle that he took a break and sat upon the remain bones of his loved ones. I began furiously clanking the chains. it was so loud they could have been talking. I screamed again, but this time he screamed back at me twice as

I didn’t say anything. Well, I couldn’t with a rag shoved in my mouth and duct-tape wrapped around my head. But even if I’d been able to reason with the sinister-looking cluck, I wouldn’t have given him the satisfaction. I just knelt on the floor, ropes lashed around my wrists and ankles. My mind was full of thoughts, both torturous and terrible. Like, can I twist around enough in the twine to scratch my shoulder? It twitched, itching for the safety of my room. Or will I get the chance to pound Wang-Woo in his slightly puckered face?

He smiles again and slowly begins to run his hands over his muscles, caressing his body. His fingers gently play over his belly and then up to his chest. He playfully tugs at his nipple ring and chuckles as you begin to squirm in

The smell went from brand new to cherries, smoke, McDonald’s french fries, sweaty kids, and love with lots of work. It may seem like the worst combination; but trust me, it’s the best smell. The brand new white suburban was a part of the Braaten family the spring of 2003. My dad had brought it home as a present for my mom after delivering her third and final baby. The innocent white car had no idea what it was in for.

As I get up I open the door, the monitor makes the same noise as the door did when I opened it. I sprint to my