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Laws of Attraction: The Playgirl

Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, BDSM, Incest, Romance, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

pound in the head a countless times with a sledge hammer. It was not something I was looking forward to. It just happened—a stroke of bad luck or misfortune. Yeah, it was an accident. I was hurrying down the stairs, recklessly. I can’t call to mind what had precisely gotten over me. The next thing I know is I hit into these strong arms, the very arms that are holding me tight in this single bed. I swear: I have forgotten what loneliness virtually means. His room looks simple, but tastefully modern. I would move in here at any slight opportunity to do so. Slowly, his eyes dart up to my face. I am not embarrassed being naked around him anymore. I am now used to it. The truth is I can peel away all my clothing in public, and I wouldn’t give a damn about accomplishing this. The only thing restraining me from doing that is making a horror show before everyone in motion, and then getting my hands cuffed up, my face thrust high against the wall, and finally towed into a police van. Many people have different names for that thing—I mean that vehicle. “You don’t seem happy being here with me,” he notices, the reason he decides to pass comment. I stare at him quietly. Inside my head, there are millions of thoughts pressing their way. I am thinking and thinking and overdoing it. I can’t get myself to make a final decision. My head is on the verge of bursting. He has a point. I should call it quits and put my concentration on him solely. “That is not what I said, or hinted. What makes ... you say that, Miguel?” I fake a cheery smile. He doesn’t buy it. I have become so bothered I cannot get myself to put on a false act, which I always triumph in doing. Gosh. This has become way too serious then! “What is it, concerning me, that makes you terribly worried, cutie? Perhaps I have done something that you find offensive? Tell me, baby, and I will be quick to apologize.” I hold his cheek with my hand. It feels baby smooth like, delightful. I caress it smoothly. He suddenly falls quiet and gets wound out of his breath, like a babe when it is struck dumb. I am not going to leave him for anything in this world, I swear. “You haven’t done anything to upset me. The truth is I am only thinking about us—our future together, where we are headed to.” He is still out of breath and alarmingly quiet, taking into consideration every word that I am giving utterance to. “What do you think about us, my sweet pie?” “We don’t just need to fuck. We should marry, dear……..one day I mean.” Between these two words, ‘dear’ and ‘one’, he notices how bitterly my facial expression has changed. Yes, I love him; deeply what’s more. I am not ready to wed him this soon. I beg. I am willing to do anything to satisfy his sexual needs, even if it means selling my soul to the devil. Why am I saying this? He is holding my butt nicely with his wooly hands. I smile at him slightly. He grins back in self-confidence. He precisely knows what he is doing to me. He has located my anus, promptly jabbing a firm ...