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Sunday Quickie: No Shame in the Jacuzzi

No Shame in the Jacuzzi

I met Elisa at the gym where I workout, about six months back. We were instant friends, and she’s been coaching and cheering me on ever since. I’ve slimmed down a lot. I’m a hell of a lot stronger too.

Elisa is a slim and strong bombshell to begin with. Her arms are firm with well defined muscles. She has a set of legs that any younger woman would be jealous of. And her abs, admittedly, make me a little wet whenever she wears a sports bra. Unlike my giant ridiculous boobs, Elisa has small teacup sized breasts and, though I’d never seen them, they sure looked perky and firm.

Also unlike me, she has enough self-confidence for two women. You can see it in her posture and the way she casually flips her shoulder length brown hair into a ponytail. I love that about her.

Oh, and she loves other women.

So when Elisa invited me to her house to celebrate my weight loss, from the sparkle in her eyes I knew she had more than a nice dinner in mind.

I was more than fine with her unstated intentions. I happen to like other women too. I also happened to be infatuated with my workout partner.

But when Elisa told me to bring a bathing suit, I was nervous. Scared shitless, actually. I hadn’t worn anything skimpier than tights and a knee-length sweater for much of my adult life. The one-piece suit I’d bought the year before, a sort of perk to lose weight, now fit just fine. That didn’t help my confidence, oddly.

Dinner was wonderful. Chicken salad with quinoa and a lot of colorful peppers, mushrooms, and greens. For dessert, Elisa made chocolate pudding that was to die for.

And then she opened a bottle of blackberry wine. Once we were both properly buzzed, she patted me on the knee and asked if I wanted to soak in the jacuzzi.

I certainly didn’t want to disappoint her. So I said yes, but she caught the hesitation in my voice. I saw the pained look on her face, the way her brows tightened together, the little smile she gave me. But I decided to be brave, to be confident like my friend. I was going to wear the one-piece, gods-fucking-damned-it.

Elisa showed me to master bathroom and gave me a towel. And then she grabbed a towel for herself and a skimpy blue bikini that was practically made of strings, and gave me some privacy. I barely looked in the mirror while I changed. All I saw where stretch marks, my fat hips, and sagging breasts.

I slipped into my bathing suit and wrapped a towel around my torso. I met Elisa in her backyard, where the jacuzzi was. She had a fenced in yard, shaded by massive elm trees, and mostly filled with a vegetable garden and a few strips of trimmed grass.

She was heating up the water, testing it by dipping a hand in. I admired her from behind for a little while. Elisa seemed so vulnerable in her tiny bikini, and yet so powerful. Like some kind of super-heroine who stripped off her regular clothes and became a crime fighting babe, and here she was on her off-hours.

I giggled at the thought, which got her attention.

Elisa turned her head, and smiled at me. The water was already bubbling and looked so inviting. She stepped one leg, then the other into the jacuzzi. I approached. If I could drop the towel fast enough and shimmy in, she wouldn’t see my fat ass.

But I wasn’t nearly fast enough. Elisa was already leaning back, arms stretched out to either side. She stared at me. I stared at her, clutching my towel like it was the last shred of clothing on my body.

Elisa stood up, water dripping down her sexy body. Then she grabbed the towel right above my breasts. She yanked it off, snagging my bathing suit along for the ride. The elastic in my suit snapped back on my chest, the towel fell around my feet.

“Janice,” she said. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. You are beautiful and incredibly sexy the way you are.”

“Do you really think so?” I said.

“I know so, baby.” Elisa sat back down in the jacuzzi and lifted the bottle of wine which was nearby. It looked a lot emptier than I thought it should be. “Now get your sweet ass in here before I polish off this wine.”

The alcohol might’ve been doing some of her talking. Hell, maybe some of her seeing too. But clearly Elisa had planned this. The delicious dinner. The jacuzzi. The wine. I could’ve cried a little, standing there watching the most beautiful woman on Earth pamper me.

Instead, I stepped into the jacuzzi.

The water was lovely and hot. And when Elisa handed me a glass of wine and put her around my shoulders, I felt so safe and protected. No women had ever made me feel quite this way. Like I was made to snuggle into her arms. The sensation was better than sexy. It was magnificent.

We clinked glasses and toasted our health. Elisa has this way of relaxing me. Add the jacuzzi water, and I was melting in her embrace.

The wine started doing its magic on me, making me brave enough to snuggle her neck. I kissed her collarbone, just to be playful. And if she didn’t really like it, I’d just say I was being playful and leave it at that.

Instead, she cupped my face with one hand and kissed me on the mouth. A slow, sexy kiss. When she tried to end it, I sank my tongue between her lips and continued it. And then we played tongue tag. My heart skipped a beat.

I grabbed one of her breasts. Sure enough, she was perky and firm. And already nipping. I slipped my hand underneath her bikini top. Her skin was unbelievably smooth. I rubbed every inch of her boob, savoring the texture, and then I twisted her nipple.

And then Elisa spread my thighs apart, and scratched her fingernails up the inside of my leg. All the way to my pussy. Whatever confidence issues I’d been having, seemed kind of far off now. Like somebody else’s problem. I was with the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, and her fingers were pulling aside my swimsuit to slip a fingertip inside me.

I had a moment of indecision though.

“Why did you ask me to bring this damn swimsuit?” I asked.

Elisa smiled. “So you’d have a way out if you didn’t want to make out with me.”

I tugged at my shoulder straps. She sat back, enjoying the private striptease. I rubbed my breasts against her, not quite ready to pull them out for her.

And then she took hold of the straps and pulled my swimsuit down. My boobs fell out, big milky white jugs. I never cared for them. Elisa bent down and took a nipple into her mouth.

And bit.

I sucked in a quick breath. My nipples were already erect and taut. She continued sucking and licking on me, making slow work of each, making sure she tasted every inch of me. What Elisa didn’t know, is I can orgasm from just boob play. Not a big one, like having my pussy eaten out. But a nice electric warmth that starts in my nipples and spreads throughout my body. I threw my head back and screamed.

Elisa stared at me while I came down from my high. She seemed befuddled that she gave me an orgasm already.

While she was still processing that, I attacked her. That cute little string bikini didn’t stand a chance. I ripped the top off with my newfound strength. I laid waste to her pink nipples. I stripped the bottom off and let it float on the surface of the water.

Then I shoved my fingers into her pussy, while rubbing her clit with my thumb. She was ready for me. Already wet, legs spread apart. She pulled my suit off, with a little help from me. And then she fingered me.

The water seemed to get even hotter. She had a cute moan. She begged me to keep going. To not stop. She kept pace with my finger fucking.

And then we came together. Synchronised coming.

Afterwards, we just sat next to each other, holding one another. I kept thanking her, over and over. For everything. Elisa kissed me, over and over on the neck.

“You are the most beautiful woman to me,” she whispered in my ear.

I melted, and held her even tighter.

A year later, we still workout together. And once a week, we extend the workout to bedroom fun.

I’ve never felt better about myself. Elisa makes me feel slim and strong. And she is that much sexier for how she makes me feel.


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Sunday Quickie: When the Office Screws You Over

One day, after one such meeting, Tony pulled me aside to the break room. Nobody else was in there. Just us.

Life at the office has gotten more and more difficult for all of us. Tony lost his health insurance. My hours got cut way back, not to mention I’m now the only woman in the entire company. And every single one of us is now expected to do the work of three people, even with fewer hours.

But as work got harder, life between Tony and I heated up. I’d worked with the guy for almost a decade. I was his friend during his nasty divorce. He was mine after each long term boyfriend traded me in for a younger model. But we never had sex through it all.

I think the tipping for us was when the economy crashed and the Great Recession happened. I was over-worked and stressed out with no end in sight.

And when I’m stressed, I oddly work harder. And then I want to play harder.

But the office work was becoming tedious and boring, and the deadlines meant nothing anymore because nobody got anything done.

So naturally, I started wearing a buttplug to work.

At first, it was just to feel something fun inside me while analyzing spreadsheets. I liked the way it slowly stretched me out all day, and how I could feel it when I wiggled my ass in the chair, without anybody the wiser. Feeling the plug and squeezing it with my anal muscles got me through the day.

And then I started added a small remote controlled vibrator inside my panties. Just a clit stimulator, not enough to make me gush in orgasm. Certainly got me wet.

I sat through boring meetings next to Tony, discreetly playing with my vibrator and enjoying the slick feel of the buttplug. The entire, I’d think of Tony, and what he must look like naked. How he might feel, warm body pressed against mine in the break room. Enclosed tight in his arms, his cock inside me, our tongues mingling.

One day, after one such meeting, Tony pulled me aside to the break room. Nobody else was in there. Just us.

“Did you hear that weird buzzing sound?” he said, rubbing a finger inside his ear.

“No,” I said, trying and failing to hold back my gleeful smile. “Are you going deaf?”

“I don’t know. But I swear, I kept hearing a buzz.”

“Let me look at your ear.” I held him close, and blew in his hear. At the same time, with my other hand, I turned on my vibrator.

“There it is again,” he said. “Don’t you hear that?”

“I don’t hear anything.” I flicked the vibe speed up a notch. Having Tony so close plus getting a good clit stimulation made me soaking wet. I could smell my pussy now. I liked how my smell mingled with his cologne. It was like the two odors mingled into one.

“Damn, it’s louder,” Tony said. “And I think it’s coming… from there.”

He pointed down. I looked at my feet, all innocent, or at least pretending like hell to be. The expression in Tony’s eyes was wild. I fucking loved it.

I locked the break room door. Nothing more had to be said. Tony held me close in his arms and made out with me. No peck on the cheeks. Straight to tongues flicking and heavy breathing. I had two orgasms from all the stimulation I was getting.

Then I bent over one of the tables and lifted my skirt. Tony pulled down my panties.

“My God, woman,” was all he said when he saw the buttplug and my soaked pussy. He unzipped and dropped his trousers. Then I felt his cock, inch into me. I had no idea how big he was at the time, and was pleasantly surprised at how perfectly he stretched me.

I folded my arms on the table in front of me, and laid my head down. Completely at his mercy. I loved the double feeling of his cock in my pussy rubbing against the toy in my ass.

And then the buttplug slipped out a little. Tony pushed it back in. In, out. With the rhythm he was fucking me at. Faster, more intense, he fucked me in both holes.

More orgasms ripped through my body. I had never experienced such pleasure before. And the danger of being caught just amplified things for me. I whimpered. I cried. I begged him to give it to me.

And then I pushed him away. A yelp came out of my mouth. I squirted all over him and the floor. A nice big wet spot that smelled of pussy. I collapsed back on the table, exhausted.

Tony leaned on top of me, just holding me for awhile. I felt so secure in his arms. Like I was made for him to hold, it just felt so right.

I don’t think he even came inside of me, and he didn’t insist. Once my afterglow cooled down a bit, we got dressed and straightened up quickly.

Every day that week, we repeated our fucking. First in the break room again. Then in the men’s bathroom, then the ladies’. We used the conference rooms.

One night, very late, we fucked in my cubicle.

What we didn’t realize, was that security cameras had been installed everywhere in the office. Our boss hadn’t informed us of that for some dumb reason. I got fired first. Apparently, the boss didn’t want a sexual harassment suit in the office, and he figured I was the one most likely to file one.

Tony quit soon after that, and we moved in together.

Eventually, we got new jobs, then we opened our own business.

An adult shop, complete with magazines, movies and sex toys. Working there with Tony is a blast every day.

And we can fuck in the break room all we want, and nobody cares. We even record ourselves with the security cameras.


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The Undressing Room

When the Unthinkable Happens

The Undressing Room


Miriam F. Martin

WhenTheUnthinkableHappens_v1I take GamerGirl out clothes shopping every so often. Not real sure why I do so. Ever notice the chair outside the ladies’ fitting rooms? That’s where I sleep.

When I’m not sleeping, I’m fantasizing. One of my biggest fantasies is to have wild, raunchy sex in the fitting room.

Surprisingly (or not) this is one of GamerGirl’s fantasies too.

For both of us, it’s the thrill of getting caught by a fitting room attendant, or by another customer. Or maybe even by security.

Luckily, department stores have drastically cut back on their staffing, so getting caught by an attendant is unlikely. Also because of less staff, there’s fewer customers. And security at these stores tends to be one guy who sits at a desk and watches TV all day, so no worries there.

But none of that kills the illusion.

So we were in the fitting room at GamerGirl’s favorite department store. She had an arm full of Lolita style dresses to try on. I had a massive boner bulging in my pants. She looked at me, I looked at her.

Then I pushed her into the cubicle and we ripped each other’s clothes off.

I played with her pussy for a bit to make her wet. Then I slipped on a condom. (She has five kids. She doesn’t need one from me. And Hubby owns guns.)

I turned her around to face the mirror. GamerGirl braced herself with a hand on opposite walls. I was balls deep in her.

Pretty soon, we were both sweaty. Our hair was a mess. Her makeup was ruined. I made eye contact with her in the mirror. Watching her tits bounce and her eyes roll backwards, just made me even hotter.

Then, over the intercom: “Good afternoon customers. There’s a tornado watch in affect. Sorry for the inconvenience, but we ask that you follow all ten of our employees to the designated safety area. Thank you.”

The thrill of being caught intensified. Now it was the thrill of being in danger. What if the roof got torn off while we were fucking?

GamerGirl and I rattled the cubicles. A few of the bolts fell out and clinked on the floor. The mirror almost came off the wall. It hung sideways.

And then the unthinkable happened.

People came marching into the dressing room. Lots of people. Employees, customers, security guy. More than I thought were in the store. Their feet shuffled across the hardwood floor.

“Is this really the tornado drill area?” said one person.

“Yes, ma’am,” said another. “And this isn’t drill, ma’am.”

“Just doesn’t seem all that safe.”

“Mommy, she has four feet!” said yet another voice, one with a high shrill like nails on chalkboard.

My dick shriveled up. I didn’t have to pull out. It just kind of fell out and migrated up into my prostate. My condom fell off and dropped to the floor. I didn’t dare move to pick it up.

GamerGirl and I froze, like deer in the headlights. Or rabbits caught in the garden late at night. Or…

Well, fuck it. We got caught, and it was nothing like I imagined. All the hot sweat was now cold.

I signaled to GamerGirl in the mirror. After a few weird hand signs, we agreed to dress ourselves.

I moved slower than a sloth slowed down with more than enough booze to tranq a mammoth. One leg. One pant-leg. Then the other. Pull the jeans up very, very damned slowly. Neither of us made a sound.

Then, unthinkably, the unthinkable struck again.

I accidentally smashed my elbow into the cubicle wall. Thunk! I froze again. The wall didn’t stay so still. The mirror creaked, and then fell to the floor and smashed into a thousand gazillion pieces.

The dressing room got real quiet quick. Even the tornado seemed to quiet down.

“Mommy, what was mmph mmmph…”

GamerGirl and I pretended the people outside the cubicle didn’t exist, as best we could. In return, the ignored us best they could. It was like being at family dinner and the weird uncle farted loud enough to rattle the house.

Nobody said anything.

After what seemed like an endless eternity, the damn tornado ended. GamerGirl and I cut our feet on the glass shards.

Driving her to the emergency room was the single most painful experience ever, not counting anything Vampirella’s done to me.

Needless to say, we’re both banned from that department store.


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Rule Number Two

When the Unthinkable Happens

Rule Number Two


Miriam F. Martin

WhenTheUnthinkableHappens_v1I have a firm rule when I’m performing on cam. Never, under any circumstances, agree to meet somebody. No matter how sexy the photo she shares, no matter what dirty things she says, or even if she’s a stunning Asian woman with a dragon tattoo on her pussy.

That’s rule number two. Rule one is to have fun, of course.

This lady with the handle JennySuxCox had been lurking in my webcam chatroom for several days. I noticed her, said hi, and then ignored her because she’d never say anything.

Until one late night.

“Hi,” she wrote.

“Hello,” I wrote back. It was a slow night on the cam.

“Wanna be my BF?” Jenny said.

Now understand, I was bored with a massive boner in one hand. And earlier I’d gotten a lot of unwanted attention from dudes. Jenny’s profile image was of a very beautiful Asian woman. So, fuck yeah. I told her yes.

“Oh??” she wrote back immediately. “I think I love u.”

I smiled, and then stroked myself a bit for her. I figured this was some fantasy for her. And then she wrote a bunch of kinky, sexy things to me. How she wanted to ride my big cock. How she’d suck me dry under the stars. And then ride me even harder.

“So,” she wrote after awhile. “When u gonna propose?”

“Propose what? Lol,” I wrote back.

“Marriage, dumb a$$,” Jenny wrote.

I was silent for a long time. I typed and retyped several responses. “I like to meet and fuck first,” I said at last. “Ya know, get to know you.”

“OK,” said Jenny. “Let’s meet. Tonite. Make Out Park. I have a dragon tattoo on my pussy. Condom or bareback, ur choice.”

She sent me a picture of her twat. Sure enough, it had a green dragon breathing fire downward onto her clit. My cock twitched.

Then I replied, “Sure. See you soon, baby.”

I shut off my webcam. Sweat dripped down my pits and back. What the hell did I just agree to? Was I really breaking rule number two?

And if I skipped the meeting with Jenny, that made me a liar.

If I kept it, that made me a man-slut.

I had a reputation to uphold. My cam followers expected me to be a little slutty. But I can’t be a liar.

So I put on my jeans and a shirt, grabbed a condom out of my nightstand drawer, and drove out to Make Out Park.

I parked next to the other car that was there, which happened to have an Asian woman sitting behind the wheel. She got out, and got into the passenger seat of my car. Before I could say anything, she unzipped her jeans and showed me the dragon tattoo.

There it was, just like in the photo and twice as sexy.

I meant to look into Jenny’s eyes, but I kept staring at her tattoo.

Didn’t matter. She grabbed me by the face and made out with me. No words were said. I stripped for her, like on my show but in a cramped driver’s seat. She was a rough kisser. And when she climbed on my lap, turned out she was a rough fucker too.

As in, Jenny was bruising my balls. Literally.

I meant to shove her off. Tell her I wanted to put on the condom. But Jenny’s pussy lips firmly gripped my cock.

All that bouncing was taking a toll on me. My stomach and all it’s contents were being rattled senselessly.

I pushed at her.

Jenny pushed back and doubled her effort.

And then the unthinkable happened.

I let out the biggest, loudest ripping fart.

Wish it had stopped there.

I came at the same time.

But along with the fart and what was otherwise a wonderful orgasm, out plopped a massive shit that landed on the floorboard.

Jenny covered her mouth, covering both a scream and a hurl. She turned green. I never saw a woman move so quickly off my lap. Then she ran half naked out of my car, to hers. I don’t think she bothered putting her jeans back on. She drove away.

I was too embarrassed to log on to cam for weeks. Well, and too embarrassed to drive anywhere, because of the nasty smell in my car.

But I never saw Jenny again.

And I never broke rule number two again.


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A Foot Job from Sasquatch

When the Unthinkable Happens

A Foot Job from Sasquatch


Miriam F. Martin

WhenTheUnthinkableHappens_v1Sasquatch is seven feet tall, blond haired, blue eyed, and built like a Scandinavian woman. She is strong, smart, and has a heart of gold. She happens to wear a size 14 in lady’s shoes. Her feet are about twice as long as my penis.

Most days, I feel like she’s twice my 5’4” height.

But I think she’s the most beautiful woman on Earth.

When we dance, I stand on her feet and snuggle just below her breasts. At the movie theater, we sit in the top row, her arm around me, and I lick and suck her nipples throughout the show. In bed, I like to crawl in between her legs and eat her out until she orgasms and falls asleep.

Our relationship suffers two problems.

I’m far too short to reach up and give her a kiss without a step-stool.

And she’s got the sex drive of a fourteen year old boy. I can barely keep up.

I usually can’t, at least not for very long. So Sasquatch travels the world without me, looking for the next sexual high.

But she often returns to me, though I have no idea why.

Doesn’t matter. When Sasquatch is home, I know I’ll be sore for weeks after she’s gone.

This time, I’m on one end of the couch, she’s on the other. And she’s massaging my groin with her bare feet. I wanted to have a normal, grown-up conversation, but alas that wasn’t happening.

Not with the teepee in my jeans.

I do what I’ve been fantasizing about for a long time with Sasquatch. I unzip and take my pants off. She knows right away what I want, like she can read my mind.

She grips my cock with one foot. The woman has amazing dexterity with her feet. What can I say? Sasquatch encircles my girth with her toes, wiggling them about as she strokes me down my shaft.

She takes one last peek at her cell phone, before putting it on vibrate and sticking it under her back.

And then she uses both feet. Her soles are rough from a lifetime of being barefoot. The toes are soft from pedicures. And her nails are painted alternating pink and purple.

I’ve found a little slice of Heaven. Sasquatch does me slow. My cock is aching with a build up of cum.

“Oh God, Sassy,” I said. “I’m very close.”

“Hmmm, good boy,” Sasquatch purrs. A startled expression appears on her face. “Oh shit…”

And then the unthinkable happened.

Her cell phone vibrated. It must have slid underneath her ribs, where she’s ticklish. Sasquatch jumped in surprise. Another vibration, and she yelped. This time, her feet shifted.

I heard a cracking, like somebody realigning their own back but much, much worse.

The pleasant sensation of being rubbed by a beautiful woman’s feet was replaced by a horrible pain that seemed to begin in my ballsack.

Sasquatch pulled her feet away slowly. Her face was horror stricken.

Halfway up the shaft, my cock was bent at a ninety degree angle. I had the odd sensation of wanting to pee while feeling like being kicked in the junk at the same time.

She apologized repeatedly. We both sat there for what seemed like an hour (but was probably five seconds), completely unsure how to handle this situation.

Sasquatch drove me to the emergency room. After a five hour wait, I was rushed into surgery. When I woke up, my dick was in a splint and Sasquatch was at my bedside, holding my hand.

She stayed with me the entire time, feeding me chicken noodle soup and changing my bandages.

Only the most beautiful woman on Earth stays with you after accidentally breaking your cock.

Even if she leaves soon after your recovery to go on further sexual adventures.


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The Nipple Ring

When the Unthinkable Happens

The Nipple Ring


Miriam F. Martin

WhenTheUnthinkableHappens_v1After working out at the gym for long enough, I’ve developed a nicely toned chest and stomach. So naturally I want to show off a bit. I wanted to do something special to mark my progress.

Getting a tan is out of the question, because I burn too easily. I’m not ready for a tattoo yet. But a nipple ring… fuck yeah!

The piercing itself felt a bit like a bee sting. Once it was in, I felt amazing. I walked out shirtless and with a sexy steel ring in my right nipple. I loved the way it tugged constantly. Kind of like a gentle titty twist.

Put me in the mood, I tell ya.

I sent out texts to every girl I know. GamerGirl had to take the kids to the swimming pool. Mistress Midget was at a BDSM conference in Las Vegas. Sasquatch, my seven foot tall off-again/on-again girlfriend, was getting a pedicure.

That left one option.

Vampirella wanted to meet at the cemetery after midnight.

I might be a fool, but not foolish enough to turn down some action. A night with Vampirella certainly beat giving the Fleshlight a sixty-second drill.

So I met her at the oldest section of the cemetery, where you can barely read the inscriptions. She was silvery pale in the moonlight, wearing a gauzy (almost spider-webby) skirt with a form-fitting corset and knee-high boots.

I’m never sure how to greet Vampirella. Kissing her on the lips is painful, with her fangs in the way. A peck on the neck leaves my own neck vulnerable to a full on bite. A hug feels too pedestrian.

Doesn’t really matter, because she always decides the greeting for me.

This time, she grabbed me by the balls and the hair, and threw me to the ground. Then, using silk ropes, she tied me against a cold granite tombstone. Not just a simple sailor’s knot either. She used some elaborate rope trick Mistress Midget would be proud of.

Vampirella knelt in front of me. She nuzzled against my chest, gently licking the non-pierced nipple, then the pierced one. Back and forth. Then she scrapped her teeth across my skin.

I barely breathed, too afraid to anger her the wrong away. Too afraid to even shiver in delight. But I was incredibly cold and my nipples were rock solid.

She playfully slipped one fang through my ring.

And tugged.

I squirmed, completely helpless and at her mercy.

“Shit,” Vampirella mumbled, tugging even harder.

“Get your fang out. Please.” I gasped. She tugged every which way, yanking my nipple ever rougher.

“I can’t.” She sighed. “Hold on.”

“Shit,” I said.

And then the unthinkable happened.

Vampirella got a fierce look in her icy blue eyes. She snarled at me.

Then RIP!!!

She whipped her back supernaturally fast. One moment I had a perfectly healthy nipple and a ring attached to it. The next…

The ring was still on her fang. The nipple was still on the ring, hanging limp yet still erect.

Blood sprayed out of my chest, squirting Vampirella in the face and down her cleavage.

After a few minutes of licking up my blood, she untied me and dumped me off at the emergency room. The doctors successfully reattached my nipple.

Unfortunately, my nipple is now upside down. The hole where the piercing is, is now at the top of the nipple instead of the bottom.

Even more unfortunate, Vampirella still wears the ring on her fang. I think she likes to taunt me.


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