The Demon's Bride - Sex Stories

The Demon's Bride

... just so you can please and support him, Mila?” “No, Zoey. You are right. Chase and I are through and finished with. There is no way on planet Earth I am going to give him another damn second chance. It won’t happen please. If I will be there at his album lunch, it is because he is a celebrity and I work for the Paparazzi—meaning that my job here is to chase and stalk after wildly popular superstars like him. Do you clearly get this, darling?” “Sure, Mila!”I can imagine my petite but tall Zoey rolling and wheeling her eyes in sheer disenchantment and annoyance. Is she seriously all that annoyed and vexed up with me? Is she—honestly speaking? I am finally home at long last. Once I am in my private and tastefully-furnished bedroom, I toss my handbag onto my bed and quickly hurry to my closet to chuck its white-painted doors open and then anxiously look inside the wee, immaculate breathing space. What specifically am I going to wear this special night? What really? I think this bright, darkish red glittering dress will frankly do—goodness, it ends somewhere mid my thighs, meaning it’s supposed to be a reserved mini, right? On my chest, it has got this wonderful and breathtaking decorations of feathers and flower-made stuff and so on. It looks plain damn gorgeous and magnificent! I definitely think I am going to be en-ravishing and glorious-alike in it tonight. Definitely! How about putting on high heels? Of course! This will also be wonderful and excellent! My stilettos must be ...

... wholly black. I will also have to thoroughly darken my light brown hair to match and impeccably harmonize with them. I myself Mila in deep black hair? It would be quite incredible and amazing too. I love brunette dark hair. It is like the most awesome thing ever! My long, shiny, sparkly-like hair will be curled and twirled lavishly, I presume. Any other better idea? I don’t marginally think that one more does exist. I have to do and dye my hair up in like two hours before it becomes deeply dark and lightless out there. My nails need to be chopped and hacked up too. This is all such an easy thing and task altogether. My legs? I last shaved them in like two months. Oh yeah. I am not all this excessively hairy and woolly like most men and even some women are. But as I will be drop-dead and alluring in a mini tonight, I better be on the safe and harmless side. Anything can happen. I can trip or fall down those damn soaring stairs, scratching and clawing my legs so that I bleed and suffer terrible pain as a result, and just exactly how do I first-aid and treat myself in this particular kind of situation? Huh? I better be safe than sorry, baby! I am about to leave when Zoey and Chloe arrive. They are just the two of them, glittery and gorgeous in black jeans and jackets, and they are carrying plastics and bags filled with vegetables, meat, chocolate, and the sort. Chocolate? It definitely and absolutely is my favorite! “You are leaving us, girlfriend?” Chloe asks with a shocked, ...