Novels by Writingale Pen

Tamara's POV"I am not spending my Friday night watching sweaty men chase a rubber disc."Elena had been saying some version of this for forty-five minutes. We were already in the arena. The cold had seeped through my jeans. The noise was building, that low, rising anticipation that happens right before a game, when everyone's holding their breath without realizing it."You said that," I replied, pulling my hoodie tighter. "Twelve times.""Because you aren't listening.""I'm listening. I just don't care."She glared at me, all dark lips and sharp eyeliner. Her black hair was pulled into two pigtails that somehow made her look more threatening, not less. "You owe me. I covered for you with Professor Bondo when you missed that quiz.""You forged a doctor's note.""A convincing doctor's note." She grabbed my arm and dragged me toward our seats in the mid-section. "Now sit. Cheer. Pretend you understand what offside means."I laughed.It came out before I could stop it, genuine and unexpe

Tamara's POVI came back to myself in pieces.First, the ceiling. Grey morning light filtering through blinds I didn't recognize. Then the ache between my thighs, deep and insistent, I couldn't see but felt with every shift of my legs. My head pounded. My mouth was dry.Then the memories arrived like a flood of cold water.Climbing into his lap. Kissing him. Saying Lucas's name. Him going still.And then….My face burned. I sat up too fast, and my head punished me for it. The blanket slid down, and I was naked underneath. His shirt had been draped over me at some point. I hadn't noticed it last night.Garrett. I knew his name now. I'd screamed it.I looked around the room. The floor blanket was gone. The bed was made—he'd made the bed while I was still in it. The windows were cracked open, letting in the cold morning air. And there, leaning against the doorframe like he'd been standing there for a while, was him.He was wearing a T-shirt and short, barefoot. Arms crossed over his broa

Tamara's POVIt wasn't a question. And somehow my dizzy brain couldn't file that as danger, something to be wary of.I shook my head, my voice sounding rather scratchy. "Ashford."Something flickered across his face. Annoyance, maybe. Or amusement. Hard to tell with the lighting and the alcohol in my system."I don't care," I added, because suddenly I was defensive. "I'm not on anyone's territory. I'm just sitting."He didn't respond to that. Just stood there, massive and unmoving, his eyes scanning my face like he was reading a report he didn't particularly enjoy."You can't stay out here alone," he said finally."Watch me.""You're drunk.""Observant."Something that might have been a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. It was gone before I could be sure.He didn't ask what was wrong, didn't try to fix it. He didn't offer me a tissue or a hug or any of the things people usually shove at crying girls.He just said, "Get up.""Why?""Because I'm not carrying you."I stared at him

Tamara's POVThe sob escaped before I could stop it.Lucas's head snapped up first. His hands were still in Mara's hair, frozen mid-caress. His eyes found mine across the darkness, and I watched something move through his face, something fast and calculating.Not guilt. It was never guilt.Mara turned slower than he did. Took her time, like she already knew who was standing there. When she saw me, her lips curved into a small, satisfied smile. The kind that said she'd been waiting for this.She knew, I realized. She always knew.I turned and walked away as fast as I could. I didn't run, no I refused to run. My legs shook, my chest burned, my eyes pouring out tears but I kept my spine straight and my steps even. The gravel crunched under my sneakers. Behind me, I heard murmured voices, then footsteps like someone was sprinting after me."Tamara."He called my name using that voice of his, the one that used to make me feel special.I kept walking.He caught up before I reached the main

Tamara's POV “Out of my way!”I turned just in time to see a coursemate brush past me and Elena on roller skates still yelling as he ran through.Elena shook her head and adjusted her bag strap.“Raving mad”I chuckled and brushed back the strands of hair that were getting into my eyes.“Whose class do we have this morning?”Elena asked“Professor Bondo's”“On minerals and resources?”“Mineral resources, specifically granite”, I said with a small laugh.“Elena…“Let me be Tamara”.I looked at her black wavy hair and the black eyeliner that made her eyes stand out.She blinked, looking all gothic and in black.“What are you doing after class?”I smiled shyly, tucking my hair behind my ears. “I have plans”.******************I crossed the main quadrangle with my earbuds in, head down, walking in the way I'd learned to move through spaces that weren't really mine. People passed. Nobody looked at me twice. That was the point.To my left, the hockey rink glowed under floodlights. To my r

Heather's POVI stared at the mini skirt and I could not hold myself from blushing. I put my hands on my mouth to curtail the happiness but I could not.I spun around and held the skirt out with my hand and I smiled at myself.I smacked my perky ass and let it wobble with multiple ripples because I was not wearing any underwear.“You are so fucking sexy, Heather!”I said to myself and I bit my lips, staring at myself at the mirror again and pressing my boobs.I held the two boobs with so much respect and so much poise that I pressed them firmly and used the tip of my fingers to seductively pull out my nipples out of my bra.I stared at them through the mirror and I blushed at how beautiful they were.They were very red with black little dots around. They looked swollen because I was around my ovulation window and I knew that they tasted different.I stuffed my mouth with a load of it, suffocating myself and holding in air to make it suffocate my throat.“Hmmm!”I moaned down and smack

Mandy's POVI locked the door behind us before he could say any other thing and I dimmed the lighting too.“Relax, Director Patcher. This is going to be a good time for the both of us.”I said to him and moved closer to him, kissing his cheek.“Mandy, are you drunk?”He gave me a long stare and I saw him bite his lips and stare at me from head to toe.I giggled and grabbed a wooden seat, pointing for him to take a seat.He looked at me again, unsure of what was happening but he trusted me, because I would never put him at risk.“Mandy…what are you up to.”“Just sit down first.”He sat down quietly and I looked around, searching for a rope, and thank goodness that I found it.“Remember on the call when you said that you wanted me to suck your dick right?”I said to him outrightly and watched his eyes open very widely.“Yes I remember but I was just bluffing, nothing too serious.”I giggled and almost erupted with laughter.“Well, too late for that, Director Patcher. I took the nessage

Mandy's POV“I am really really glad that you accepted our offer, Mandy. It is a great honour to have you here and I am very sure the audience feel that way too, right?”There was a loud uproar from the audience and I could hear them hailing me while some were chanting my name.I was still in awe amd shock with what was happening. I literally became a celebrity in just a snap of the finger and I could not fathom it in any reality.Tears rolled heavily down my cheeks whenever I looked around and saw my dream life before me, with people praising me and even patriots of msyelf being held up every high.“Oh, darling! I should be the one thank you guys for inviting me here. This is literally a dream come true and I am so excited to be part of this show today.”“You are welcome, Mandy and I cannot wait to hear all your dirty confessions. I also need tips on how to handle my boyfriend tonight.”She winked at me and I smiled, leaning back to start the conversation in a comfortable manner.“I

Mandy's POV“Arghh”The sound of my alarm buzzed again, this time louder than the rest and I screamed, jolting up from the bed and kicking all the sheets away from my leg.“Ugh!”I grabbed the pillow and put it around my head and on my ears to block out the sound but it was not working and I was already fully awake.I laid on the bed for the next five minutes, thinking about nothing in particular and just getting my morning meditation time.I lifted myself off the bed with heavy sighing and a lot of curses and I moved to the bathroom to take a piss.I sat on the toilet and a sharp pain hit my lower stomach and I grincd in pain, holding onto my stomach and bending forward.I exhaled deeply and I felt a large lump ooze of my vagina. I put my finger on the tip of my urethra and I took it out, hopping that it was not what I was thinking.I took my finger out and a line of blood came out with it and I hissed out loud, biting my lips very hard.“My period is not supposed to be out till the

Director Patcher's POVAfter I nutted through masturbation, I felt very weak and dizzy so I just sat on the toilet seat, waiting for my strength to be magically restored.I saw how my limp dick shrunk with the deflation and I smiled because I loved to see my grower dick go back to its small size.I remember when I was younger and girls would underestimate my abilities because I was limp or just little but when I was horny and aroused, I would grow so large that they would be begging me to allow them breathe.Every girl I slept with always came back for more and I made sure I fulfilled her sexual fantasies and leave her with a good and remarkable trophy when she goes or leaves me.“I have to go.”I said to myself and got up, washing my hands and my dick, drying it out and putting it back into my trousersI came out all innocent as if nothing happened and I went back to the scene.I found Mandy and Spencer already putting on clothes and the editorial team already doing their magic on th

Director Patcher’s POVSpencer held her legs tightly onto her waist and slid in slowly, inserting all of his dick at once inside of her pussy.They both groaned out loud and Spencer kissed her, licking up her lips. Spencer did the corkscrew motion, unwinding inside of her body to let better penetrative movement.Spencer was good at sex, no doubt. Everything he was showcasing and doing to Mandy was way better than what I wrote in my manuscripts or even better than I ever pictured this sex scene.He was reminding me of my prime years as a fuckbody and playboy and how I would always do my best to please any woman that I had coitus with.The way he moved his waist, the way he man handled Mandy's skin and the way he spoke dirty reminded me of myself.Every thurst into Mandy's pussy was a hard one, that made her pussy lips shiver. I watched as Mandy held into the bedsheets, biting her lower lips hard and grabbing the bedsheets tightly and screaming.I could literally see the tears flowing o