1. 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

    The same is equally true with me. Last night was wonderful, I give my word. The place is quiet, not the kind of location where tumults erupt aimlessly, all out of nowhere. Here, I settle down with him, seating on his lap. He wants me to seat here. So I do it! The only thing I don't want to work out is to awaken his sleeping Sweet John or Jake. It is not like we are going to fuck here, right where people pass until they reach their respective destinations. First, he looks up at me, mildly, and then he caresses my chin. "Stop shaking, girl; my legs are not a twig that easily snaps once anyone heavy settles down on them." Did he say 'heavy'? I am wondering if I am that overweight actually. I know that I am not. Duh! "Stop scolding me. You say you love me, don't you? I was just worried that....I could brush your...and land ourselves in big trouble." "I am your man; yours and yours alone. I beg you; don't look down on me like I am one of those commonplace, worthless jerks parading the streets out there." At this, I lean my head playfully on his shoulder. I don't see anything wrong with doing this. After all, he is my man, isn't he? "You know one thing, my beautiful? I am going to fuck you again, and I will keep on doing it until I yield my last breath. Don't you like the idea of me fucking you?" I almost giggle uncontrollably at these words. I am going to fuck and fuck him too, until I breathe my last. I have my fingers crossed on that! I can’t conceal what I am feeling ...
    anymore. I am falling in love with two men: Miguel and Tyrone. Let me make this simple for you to follow. I am in love with Miguel, and yet I am starting to have feelings for another man, who is Tyrone. Both two are handsome, likeable and affectionate. No one else besides me knows this. I can’t tell Julie. It is pretty early to make confessions of this kind. I think I’m in trouble. In fact, I am trapped in this bowl of mess, deliberately. I told mom I have a crush on Tyrone. Now she wants to meet him. Sir Richard Wotton’s Day is tomorrow. He is the one who instituted the university back in 1926. Every year, the college throws a jubilee in commemoration of him. Students, parents, guardians, politicians, professors, and neighborhood celebrities, are called forth to paint the town red. Mom swore to me she would come, warranted she was going to meet Tyrone. Miguel and I begun dating a year past. Amber still believes he and I are finished. Well, we are not over with each other truthfully. We reconciled two weeks ago and rushed into thoughtless sex, steered by our savage passions, I fathom. I don’t know how I will tackle this. The two must not meet—Miguel and his yet-to-be rival. Tyrone is a scholar here. Miguel works for Wells Fargo, a provincial bank. I did not notify him about the coming event. I don’t think I have to. Mom will have sneaking suspicions should she spot him with me. She will stop having confidence in me furthermore. I don’t want this to happen. No! Nighttime generally ...
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