1. Painless Love Chapter 3


    Date: 4/8/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    I have to sleep now……better good for two damn hours before I wake up to do a little bit of things and then prepare myself up for that upcoming grand celebrity gala fête itself. I lie my head down on the pillow and then straight and without any form of delay drift off into deeply sleep. I am awake and fully retrieved back into consciousness by six. I am just finishing putting the last touches to my preparation, just like Courtney there in her own room. We are both talking to each other through shouting and yelling out from open doors. I don’t know what she has chosen to wear this night especially. But since I am all done and through as of now, I have to go and check it out myself. Let’s hope that she has been all creative and even mesmerizing without any embarrassing me this time around. Wonderful! She looks just like a fairy tale princess. He-hey! Has she dyed her hair brown? For what purposes exactly? I like it naturally dark red and flowingly beautiful. Now it is brown, but she looks prettier still. Hmmnnnn! I guess that I have to dye mine too…. darkish red? Without fail! I quickly tell her, “Give me a couple minutes, will you, Courtney?” “Sure, my sweet babe, Tori.” We are finally in her wonderfully expensive car, speeding and tearing fast like we are rushing our way to heaven off to Riesman Hotel. The road is all this busy and filled-up, but then not that terribly bad either. Whoops! I relax and lodge my head down on the seat headrest, listening to some piece of music ...
    that is magically and beautifully like playing straight into my pricked-up ears. “How do I look in your hair?” I ask Courtney without glancing or taking a snub peek at her. She glances and gazes at me straight away. “Fantastic,” it is her sweet-sounding and from-heaven-chiming-like reply. “And me too—how do I look in your own hair?” It is now my turn to gaze and glance direct on her head. “Beautiful, I must admit!” “Thank you for that, I must kindly acknowledge.” Riesman is the biggest and soaring most building here on Harpy Street. Sixty floors, all wonderfully and beautifully covered with glittering steel and glass. It is polished and burnished up even. In this early night, the lights are all wonderfully and exquisitely twinkling and shimmering up. I think this is my first time being here in person. I have only seen the place on TV and in a few couple movies as well, much especially in that 2018 popular horror flick ‘Siege.’ I can’t restrain or stop myself from admiring and ogling the entire place up once we have stepped our way inside it. “How long is this gala going to last?” Courtney asks me in a low-sounding whisper. She is ravishing and divine-looking in a cream white dress that is bedecked with pearly crystals that are all glistening and glimmering blindingly. Her hair is so straight and smoothly-arranged just like mine and we are both putting on high heels that are clacking and clicking shrilly on the posh hotel floor itself. My dress is deep black in color, with ...
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