”I whimper and try to suck more but by this time I haveto go to the bathroom, all that water has stretched mybladder and servicing this primary ...need has almosttaken over my thoughts. He slaps me off his cock as Ilook at the bathroom door for the fifteenth time. Ishake my head to clear it and crawl to the closed doorwhining loudly.“Puppy Girls go on the paper, not the potty.”The shame of it all makes my face red and my pussydrip. I scurry to the paper and kneel, knowing I. There is a reason we write under pseudo names and have avatars as our profile pictures. My friends and family do not know about my naughty little stories and would fall over dead if they ever found out.I can hear my mother screeching now, "You go wash out that dirty mind with soap!" I hear the angry mob crying: It is dirty! Smut writing opens a porthole to hell! Your eyes will bleed! Hmmm, let's test that last theory, shall we? Close one eye, just in case, and read the naughty excerpt below:You. They ran to the ticket counter and asked for two, the cashier said that they were almost sold out so they might have trouble finding seats. They grabbed the tickets anyway and ran towards the theater. As they walked into the theater, they looked around and saw that it was extremely crowded. They looked around for a couple minutes but could not find two seats together. Chellie rejoiced in her head, as this was all part of her plan. “Come on,” Chellie said as she grabbed Eric’s hand and headed to. My head dropped between my shoulders, and from the tops of my eyes, I stared rapturously at the Dark Queen. My queen. LEVERIA “Well, that’s not happening.” Elena sighed as she pulled her fists out of me. “Elena,” I gasped, squirming desperately, “the extract is still in me! I need you to make me come!”She regarded me with an amused smile. “Letting you writhe on the floor would be more than you deserve.” “Don’t throw morality at me, you bitch!” I snapped, my need consuming me, burning beneath.