The Socks That Talked

The Socks That Talked

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Dec 14, 2018
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Have you ever thought shopping for socks could change your life? Grace Ventril is an ordinary 14 year old girl. Smart, popular, pretty. She lives with her mom and her little brother who was 11 and sister who was 9, Aiden and Evelynn. Until one day her life had changed. She went shopping for new clothes with her family and got separated. She entered a mysterious shop and came across something very unexpected. Can she keep this secret from her family? Will her life ever be the same? Find out by reading The Socks That Talked! Author's Note: This is supposed to be a fun story, and it's my first so cut me some slack please.
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Two people - broken in their own way - collide. Francesca's life was completely normal up to a couple months ago. Ethan's never known normality. Two people. Carrying a massive weight of secrets. Only time will take for their barriers to break and their walls to fall. Mature content throughout: PTSD, Language, sexual themes, smut, drugs and alcohol. - - - My insides are begging for me to let go, and I don't think I can hold no longer, but for my own dignity, I do, trying to push it down. It's too soon, embarrassingly soon. "Don't you fucking dare." His voice is hard, demeaning, and that alone makes my insides tighten further. The pressure becoming unbearable. Ethan's hand grabs my wet hair, twirling it around his hand before he pulls me up by it, and I wince slightly before sighing as my back hits his chest, his cock still buried into me. He palms my breasts, my nipples hardening further, and he rolls my right one between his fingers before pinching it, and I whine at the feeling. Dickhead. "Cum for me right now, Francesca, or else."

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