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

    since my first encounter with Tyrone. For hours unbroken in the comfort of my bed, I sprawled lazily, sucked up into limitless thoughts touching him. What had he done to me? I felt like I had been cast a spell on or something. To make matters worse—or was it the best idea?—I turned to my mom for dating counsel. She oversees a well-liked dating site on the web, with millions of visitors leafing through each slipping month. This alone was reason enough to clear up my cause of approaching her. “You are dating, Phoebe?” Amber sounded excited on the phone. In fact, she was itching to know more about this boy I was talking about. “We are not yet dating, mom. I just wanted to let you know that there is chemistry between the two of us. He is evermore warm and tender with me. I am convinced that I like him. The only trouble is that I am putting in hours and more hours into contemplating about him. Do you think this is normal behavior on my part?” “You are clearly infatuated with the boy, Phoebe. Are you sure he feels the same way about you? If he does not, I am afraid that things are about to take a bitter turn for you, darling. Never let yourself fall for a man you are not convinced treasures the same emotions for you. You might just end up like on of those heartbroken women I console every day on the web.” Truthfully, that was starting to frighten me. It made me reason twice about where I was headed with all of this. Was I genuinely falling in love, or merely tricking myself? The ...
    thought of Tyrone leading me into some nature of a trap made me shudder in horror. Mom had a point, a good one as a matter of fact. I shrugged these thoughts away in any case. FACEBOOK CHAT Tuesday, September 8 2015 9.16 PM Julie and I talk about almost anything; food, fashion, love, religion, life, sex. She is my confidant, someone I can consistently lean on. Yes, I trust her more than I have faith in myself. I feel lucky to have a sweetheart like her. With her, I am evermore free. She is four years older than me, although at times she tends to act weirdo, or let me say babyish. It was night. I didn’t have much to do. I was bored and intentionally lonely. My Blackberry internet was down, so I had to grab my modem and access the internet using my laptop instead. The truth is I like doing stuff on my phone. It is easy, and I get done lots of chores lazy-style. Using my Dell, I have to seat in a precise pose and make sure I heartily concentrate on whatever thing I am doing. Otherwise, to slice a slow, mind-numbing narrative brief: Julie and I texted. It should have been on What’s App or some other well-known app. I cannot one hundred per cent remember what it exactly was, unless I mine back into the past and confirm it—which I am not keen on accomplishing, mind you. In case you don’t know, girls have a weakness of discussing forbidden, X-rated stuff. We don’t give a damn about doing this. It’s merely natural dialogue—our thing, our passion, our secret. What we can’t stand is ...
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