When Kimberly's family can't afford to send her to Miami with the rest of her friends, she is forced to spend her spring break at the house of her father's friend, Julian Carter.
Kimberly was not happy with the arrangement and prepared herself for a...
Hey there, in case you haven't heard, I am back with a new story !! (one that I guarantee is MUCH better than uhr)
This story is about our girl Chevelle, creatively titled Chevelle's Story (subject to change). It's set about 2 years after UHR, same world, new people. Chevelle's Story is up on my profile now, so if you have missed my writing at all over the past few years then please go check it out!
I'm really excited to share this little world with y'all & I'm hoping that everybody who needs to find it will find it<3
here is a picture of the cover art & our main character:)
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and, in case you are not yet convinced, HERE is a small excerpt:
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Picture: Abel Seifu, naked as the day he was born, holding all nine inches of himself in his palm. Stroking.
The fever in his eyes is wicked. He stands above me, and I am held in place by nothing other than the sheer power of his gaze.
New picture: A single bead of sweat, racing down my back.
My arms, bound together at the elbows, held behind my back by a grunting beast of a man who is pounding into me with a vicious urgency that I don't fully understand, but that I share, nonetheless.
His fingers are greedy. I feel them on my clit, pinching my nipples, around my neck, in my mouth.
There is a mumbling of words, either from me or from him. Different languages are being spoken. A 'you're so sexy,' a 'please, fout mwen pi rèd,' a 'fuck, it can barely fit,' a 'god, yes.'
There is a speeding up, and then a slowing down.
God, yes.
He smacks my ass and asks me if I like it. I want to tell him he should hit me harder, that I'm not afraid of a bruise or two, but I can't speak anymore. I can barely breathe; every inhale is a gasp that is knocked out with every thrust.
