A dark twisted thing called love, the series: Vinnie’s story
To get into the mood, play this song while you read: song
'He was quite fond of doing this, of watching her. She, the ‘girl’ was of a tall height, a masculine build not typical for a girl, with an athletic lean body. She was dressed in a cute outfit, showing off her long brown thighs that Vinnie just wanted to sink his teeth into. Even with the robotic leg, her thighs always managed to look juicy, fleshy, and perfect to touch, to bite, to love. He missed her greatly, the her who was not a her, the her who made him question everything- his Staya Kumara with her (read his) short hair, and perfect lean body. He had his right hand down his pants, he had paused, waiting for the perfect moment to do it, it had to be that exact moment or else Vinnie would not feel anything.
“I” Staya began, his her perfect full lips wide open, the corners of her lips relaxed, as she prepared to sing the song that Vinnie always liked to hear. “I was a girl in the village doing alright. Then I became a princess overnight. Now I gotta figure out how to do it right.”
Fck
Vinnie muttered, twisting his hand around the swollen head of his d*ck, as he imagined Staya underneath the sheets, her body completely exposed to him, filled with marks he had left on her. His fingers wrapped around Staya’s own dck as his other hand presses different fingers into his hole. He pictured it, how it would feel to circle a finger oh-so-slowly around Staya’s entrance, muscles fluttering beneath his touch. Staya had moaned, biting his lips, as he forced out through tears, So much to learn and see, bucking up against Vinnie’s hands as he- no she begged for something bigger inside her. She whimpered, a breathed, A whole enchanted world is waiting for me and Vinnie’s back had arched off the bed as a second orgasm sent lightning racing through his veins, his fist pumping as rough and fast as he could.
Stays, Staya He moaned, My dark, twisted love and with that large white stuff had sprouted from underneath his hands as he collapsed onto the bed, sighing as Staya said the last words. ‘To show them all that I’m Sofia the First’
Aah yes, his lovely Staya, his handsome Staya was his Sofia the First. With her warm brown eyes that tried desperately to be called, with her pouty brown lips, that Vinnie wanted to kiss, wanted to bite. In a perfect world , he would have conquered her heart, he wouldn’t have to hide behind cameras to see her beautiful face and she wouldn’t wear her beautiful clothing only in the night, scared for the opinions of others due to the fact that she was a man, a man who identified as one and loved to dress femininely. A man who was Vinnie’s pretty angel, his dark love, his former friend who had left him after the bloody encounter. Stays was his dark love truly, the evil of his evil, love of his life, She broke his heart. Reaching through his drawer, he gathered a strand of her hair, that he had managed to steal while she was not looking and smelled it, Staya Sofia, his princess.
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