My Pathetic Obsession With The Hockey Boy

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easing into my wet pussy so slow

e on my parted lips. His penetrating gray eyes locked onto mine, pu

caped my lips as h

aned on my parted mouth, hi

kiss, a loud sound pulle

g and sweating, the remains of d

e and the kisses. The feeling of his cock pu

elt s

it wa

ing my brains out. In fact, it had become a very recu

way I could voice

possible for us t

of looks. Carlson was the star athlete, a sexy p

d never connect in th

dreams, th

enced the alarm clock. With a groan, I flo

of desire Carlson left in my dream. An a

n my reality, tha

m lip harder as my fingers trailed down

e but his rough calloused fing

nasty things in my ear. His body

into my panties, kissing its

he would kiss me while his fingers rubbed circles

ke you're

high pitched voice

k. Celeste. My older sister and the golden child. The one

he same height as me. With her arms crossed over her chest

hen my cheeks reared an ugly red embarra

gination, I hadn't heard

g I still had them tucked in there. I could feel how wet and exposed

I uttered awkwardly, my face hot

mbarra

u were enjoying yourself, Cheryl," she teased. "Who w

over my head, my mortification n

see that," I moaned, burning in

on me masturbating. I was so

of my bed and fingers pry

d sucked in a breath with

e smile

e cruelty

y, her eyes dropping to my nig

ood we

?" I said, my

pen my nightstand drawer. I tried to stop he

ff me,

d the leather-bound notebook. "The one you keep hid

e it

anced out of my reach, flipping through the

er since I had the opportunity to be the hockey team jou

es scanning the page. "Cheryl.

t back r

eel like. Not in a weird way. Okay, in a weird way. In a very weird way.'" Sh

'm serious.

, about him making me cum on his face. His tongue dancing around my clit. I think about him fucking me ag

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uld feel the tears swelling up my eyes,

slowly, her expression shift

one at school should see this. They should see what their little video analyst writ

, Celest

should I? You've been hiding this for years and writing your l

done anyth

journal in her hands. I scrambled after her, m

it back. Please.

s were sitting at the table. Mom was reading her

shaking. "Celeste took my

you," Mom said without looking up

w it to the whole school. She's just wa

his expression irritated

u should a

ou know, the captain hockey player in our school. She's obsessed with him. It's

ight now? Your sister has a game today. We're trying to focus. She

humiliated in front of the entire school! She

ing," Dad said flatly. "You're always doing thi

s hearing. "She broke into my room, stole my pr

ake. "Maybe if you didn't write such creepy

said. "Celeste, give

mile faltere

e it

e it was garbage. I grabbed it, clutching

at," Mom said. "We h

o make sense of what had just happene

and I looked at him, confused. "Even that journal nonsens

Da

t again. "If you're going to have these l

r, walking toward me until

dropping out of school. I'm not wasting money on your nonsense. You have on