They Call Me Carmel

They Call Me Carmel

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Sep 24, 2018
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Romance
---------------First Real Story---------------- -----Preview----- "Bitch don't test me, and my name is Carmel,hoe, learn it", I screamed at the trash standing in front of me. She scoffed looking at me like I really offended her petty ass, she turned around and walked of. Her minions trailing behind her. "Well ain't you a gurl who can handle yo shit, I like that." I turned around to see a light skin male walking away. -----Preview over----- My name is Carmel, Carmel Wright. I'm going to tell straight up that a bitch don't play, not about education, not about my job, and not about the people I let around me. I'm currently 18 in my senior year in high school, with a fashion internship at Paradise Kiss a world class fashion company. I live in New York with my mother and her long term girlfriend.
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This story is really HOT. Like really really really HOT. It's essentially about a college student learning about her hidden desire to submit to a man, with the help of her roommate & a very hot dominant man. This is a MATURE story & the smut within the story is VERY smutty, so be warned! BUT there's also substance to the story & it's a good read! Enjoy my loves :* EXCERPT - He cupped my breasts, and then he snarled. "Padded bra. As if you needed one." His hands were under my sweatshirt and he hauled the bra up, roughly, and then his hands were on me, feeling, squeezing, his palms grinding against my nipples. Those hands had spanked me and somehow that changed everything. His hands mattered. I arched into them, and then my head went back and he kissed my mouth again, lips and tongue forcing my mouth to give him what he wanted. "Can't think," I said, dazed, against his lips, and he growled at me for speaking. And then one hand dove into my pants, and a finger forced inward. My knees gave out entirely. We sank to the floor and he pinned me down, violently taking my mouth with his tongue and my pussy with his finger, and I learned what happens when you almost come and stop and then are touched again. I was out of control, my legs opened and my hips tilted. His fingers moved to my clit, then back inside me... everything ached and burned and it was all I could do not to beg for more. The late night fantasies were back, but now I was living one, the man who took, demanded, forced a young girl to feel things she didn't know about - my hips tilted up further, he twisted around and sucked a nipple roughly, painfully, and every muscle in me tensed, I couldn't stop, there was only more and faster- I came in that slow, violent way that takes away all control of your limbs and slams you again and again against the floor. My noises were guttural and raw, and when my eyes were closed all I saw was his dark, demanding gaze. --- OKAY NOW GO READ!

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