Official statement from the desk of the devil in heels
Hello readers......
It is I your loving queen here to feed your dirty minds with a story that could not of happened with out my best friend and new love muffin Belladonna who you all saw her poor treatment by the tower's protection forces and the unclean hands of the local law enforcement officials. So to make it up to her I've asked her to stay in my home and tend to the place while I am away on personal matters. Please treat her as you would me. Also a side note. Erin Lee is a jealous thirsty whore who is not half the fighter her cousin is! Now with that I want to turn it over to the true star of the show. A woman with few equals. Miss Belladonna And- oh sorry she does not want out there not that I blame her..Bella it is all yours..
Thank you lover I promise this place is in good hands. So where should I start. I guess I should explain what happened. It is simple really. Kate saw me dragged away in cuffs unfairly I might add, and her and her barrister showed up,and fifteen minutes I was free. Before you start with the you sold your soul jag. I did nothing of the kind. No blood contract,or anything like that I swear... Do you think i'd be silly enough to sell my soul to Kate for a ride and a week in her pad? I mean the shower does rock and the personal chef is Devine still no way they still would need my blood. I mean yes I bleed a little when she kissed in the back of her car and yes I used a napkin to stop the bleeding while she sorted out the issues with the building. That is what she said. You know what screw you guys. You don't deserve this story so you can wait till Alex X shows up. See if she wants to tell you anything. I'm going to shower and eat dinner blood rare stake and ceaser salad. Sounds good right? It will be amazing. Suck it bitches!
From the desk of the devil in heels
First I have to give love and well wishes to Kate. Next I would like to tell the jealous bitches who think I faked the message from my Dark goddess first prove it! Then take that proof and shove it in a dark tight place that no one cares about. I have a top ten list if you want options, but this is no time to mock others. Firstly its never fair to start a battle of wits with the unarmed, and most the bitches here would have trouble hitting the ground with a rock.
Enough stalling I'm just unhappy with this. Not because the story is lacking in some way far from it. I'm proud of my work. No this next part is sad,but we must carry on yes?
Readers: Yes!
Settle down! I mean I'm just setting the sence I did not sat a word about the amazing paper I'm using or the desk set with quill and ink I'm using or any of the stamp... [\i]
*mumble and growl*
Sorry my bad it's just nice and up class is all. I wish I was able to send the notes I wrote to Kate's rivals\ friends it would of been good advertising. *sigh* oh well. Anyway. I just stepped out of the shower god I love it! I would marry it if I could, but alas legalization to a shower seems miles from today. My hair was blow dried etc, and was just sitting down to my dinner when then the banging began. I'm not going to lie. I did ignore it for awhile and enjoyed my meal, but not the chilled fruit as I could tell whoever it was wanted Kate. Sadly she was not here, but I can handle this right?
I took a moment to drink my water, and clean my face. Then after apologizing to the chef for leaving before desert, and thanking him deeply for his efforts! I turned in MY robe and headed for the door. Opening it and seeing a trashy blonde standing there. Her face somewhere between shock and relief. Mine was just shock as we started at the other....[\i]
Who are you?
Quote from: Alexandra X on October 04, 2025, 08:35:40 AM
Damn it, I've been knocking on the door for five minutes, is she sleeping in there? Or does she have hearing problems? Or is she just..... having problems? But I hear there's someone in the apartment, and I'm not leaving here until I talk to that bitch Kate. I keep knocking on the door insistently. And suddenly, lo and behold, the door opens and I see... And who do I see? It's definitely not Kate. I see a lady in a robe looking at me in surprise (maybe she's in shock). Yes, she definitely doesn't look like a maid.
She looks like she just got out of the shower. I wonder why some bitch is taking a shower in Kate's apartment? Is this really the Bella I've heard so much about? Fuck, Kate kept telling me how sweet, funny, and talented Bella was. She also said she wouldn't tolerate me flirting with her girlfriend. So, I'm standing here, looking at this girl, and I have no desire to flirt with her. I'm serious. All these cute and funny people just annoy me. And I'm also jealous, yes. I'm clearly better than her. You'd have to be blind not to see it. Maybe if she combed her hair and put on makeup, it would improve the situation a little, but still, she's just a pathetic slob compared to me.
"Who are you?" Her question brings me back to reality.
"It's none of your business." I put on the most bitchy expression on my face: "Is Kate at home? Please call your mistress, you're the housekeeper, right?"
Quote from: Alexandra X on October 03, 2025, 01:15:26 AM
Damn it, I don't even understand how I got here, but I know exactly what I want to do. Kate, Kate, Kate... I'm obsessed with this bitch. To think she called me a "mistake." Just like that, spending the night together and then declaring, "I made a mistake, let's stay friends." Fuck, I think I hate her. Yes, that's exactly it. In my homeland, they say, "From love to hate, there's only one step," and that step has been taken. All I want is to kick that Kate's ass. Because as they say, mistakes come with a price. The events of the previous week flash through my mind like a kaleidoscope as I ride the elevator to the top floor. I need to calm down. How do you do that, count to five and take a deep breath... or exhale? Damn, it seems emotions are getting the better of me again. And here's the floor I need. I exhale and step out of the elevator. I'm wearing white, mid-calf pants, black sneakers, and a black sweatshirt. A belated thought occurs to me that I should have worn the dress and stockings Kate loves so much, but now there's no way to fix it. I stop in front of her apartment door. I rethink our upcoming conversation. The main thing is not to lose my temper and call her a bitch, at least not right away. And so, having brought my thoughts into relative order, I fix my hair and knock on the door of Kate's apartment.
There comes a point when you have to cut bait and run, or knuckle down and try again and fuck the universe that seems set against you.. I'm splitting the difference as I've written this twice and twice the site acted like my daddy and spanked me and sent me to bed. Well fuck you pop! Where were you before this shit happened? Huh? Exactly so fuck off! Now if the site will let this go up it can stop replaying in my head. What? Spoilers. Now I'm with the fight.
Alex burned past me like she owned the place. She could have for all I know. Me and my "Goddess" are going to have a long talk not just about the apartment, and what she found in her bed, but what she keeps in her office behind s bookcase. No more spoilers I promise other then this place makes doctor strange's house seem normal..
So blonde bitch who needs a brush stormed it yelling for Kate and calling me a maid. Annoying yes? Rude sure but given I was on probation with the building I thought it was best to shut the door and try to settle this at least in his the sound proof walls of the apartment. We reached the living room and the bitch turned around and looked at me. I smirked as that is I react to aggression. So that made us rivals and like me this bitch did not like other whores in her face. I liked her. Even after the slap..
"You swing like a bitch... I thought Russian whores were tough?.."
I stepped back and grinning ear to ear like a psycho slapped her back with my left hand I bought up from the floor. The sound echoed and she reacted like me which was no reaction. Which made me giggle as this was going to be a war.I'm nuts I know...
Back to the mad Russia whore:-)
Sorry for intruding on your territory, but I have to say this. It's like Bella playing baseball and Alex playing hockey. It's pretty funny. Sorry again.
Great last move Alex
Quote from: Alexandra X on October 05, 2025, 11:47:23 PM
So, the strange girl in the robe continues to blink her eyelashes in surprise; it seems Kate likes to surround herself with klutzes. My hope of getting a sensible answer to my question from her melts like snow under the rays of the spring sun.
I push her away and go inside.
"Kate, bitch, are you home?" No one answers.
I reached the living room. I called Kate again. It seemed she wasn't in the apartment. Looks like I wasted my time. I turn around to leave and then I see this bitch, I think her name is Bella, if it really is her.
"What the hell are you staring at me for?" I ask, squinting at her stupid smile.
But I don't get an answer. She just stands there and smiles like some kind of maniac. I thought for a second. Since I'd wasted my time on this visit, and Kate wasn't home, I couldn't leave empty-handed. Maybe I should pick a fight with Bella? No, that wouldn't solve my problem with Kate, but at least I'd get some moral satisfaction. And before my thoughts could fully form, my hand moves of its own accord, completely unexpectedly, and I give Bella a resounding slap. It wasn't exactly a hard blow, more like a humiliating and provocative one.
I thought she would immediately pounce on me, but instead she mumbled something about Russian prostitutes. It seems she has complexes, or maybe envy, i have no desire to understand her motives.
Bella backs away, still smiling stupidly, then hits me and starts laughing hysterically. Fuck! I've met crazy woman again. It seems I'm not the only one thinking about a fight.
I pretend to be bored and, with feigned indifference, begin to look at the nails on my left hand.
"You know, bitch, you're going to have to apologize, yeah. Or I'll make you do it" My voice is sickeningly sweet, but there is a threat and a challenge in it.
Was this Russian bitch serious, or did my slap have no effect. As she had the overeries to check her nails was just offensive. I'm not British. I'm an American... The country that made truck nuts a thing. So if this slut thought she was okay to check out her manicure. She was about to learn to respect me.,..
The only question was how to respond to this bitch not wanting a mixed message. I could knee lift her, but that is a bit extreme, and I did not want to be mistaken either so as she inspected her nails. I shed my robe then Looked at you and smiled as I brought a fist to your belly. Assuming that would help get my point across. ????
Quote from: Alexandra X on October 07, 2025, 11:51:41 AM
Damn it, instead of apologizing to me, the crazy bitch took off her robe. I'm serious, she gave me a striptease. It's not that I didn't like what I saw, but it caught me off guard. Before I could make a snide comment about her tits, she punched me in the stomach.
I gasped for a second, grabbed my stomach and took a few steps back. It was unpleasant, but I was still lucky. If the blow had landed on my solar plexus, the consequences would have been far worse. I exhaled, my abdominal muscles absorbing the blow, even though it caused some discomfort.
I may be blonde, but I'm not so stupid as not to understand that the bitch challenged me, now a fight is inevitable. I pulled off my sweatshirt and tossed it aside, leaving me in a white lace bra. I don't want this bitch to have any advantage. My palms clench and unclench, I feel adrenaline rush through my veins, and I start to shake slightly, like I always do before a fight.
"You made a big mistake, bitch, now your apologies won't be enough, you'll be kissing my feet, begging for mercy" As I say this I grin nastily.
The distance between us is quite large; to attack, I need to close the gap. I'm not going to fight fair. I step forward with my right foot and bring my left leg forward with a bent knee, bringing it down forcefully, slamming my heel into that bitch's foot. Her scream is music to my ears, but I'm not going to give her a break, I grab her by the shoulders with my hands and trip her with my right foot, she falls on her back and I fall on top of her. The blow knocks the air out of her lungs, and she hits the back of her head on the floor. I sit on her stomach and grab her hair with both hands, I lower my face so close to hers that it seems like I want to kiss her, but I don't intend to, I whisper into her face:
Do you like this, bitch? How do you like the idea of ??being fucked by a Russian whore?
What a question? Both bold and teasing its hard to strike the balance between bitch boss and sex goddess, she pulled it off then again my head was spinning , and trying to get my breath back to cingulate the bitch for coming up with a line like that I'm a forgien language. Given her native younger is best for lines for toilet paper and other stuff. Not saying English is better. Just more folks speak it, and slang is cool also curses but that is a sideline of my own really.
So with my breath back I had other issues to confront like the bigass ruskie sitting on my belly so I began to slowly move my hands along of your back gentle like a lover would. I hoped my eyes were behaving themselves as they can play against me a lot but for the moment they were at daytaunt with me. So I slid them up and cradled your back as I stopped moving for the moment.
Then when they were at the small of the back and begin to lean forward slightly more because that is a!l I can manage. Looking in her eyes a bit shy mostly because if I don't they could give me away and that would be queer and I'd lose this fight, and I was not even close to admitting that. While I argued with myself and began sliding my feet up, and then I exhaled.
And then pushed up with my feet and legs as my hands pushed from the small of your back and hopped you would be caught off guard and Tumble forward and allow me to wiggle free of you and show you the office.. *giggles and growns*
Girls, if I were a referee, I would give you both a warning for passivity.
Maybe we should order some Chinese food and drinks? While you wait for delivery, swap recipes for grandma's pie or draw a princess with colored pencils ;D
Quote from: Alexandra X on October 10, 2025, 09:53:52 AM
The girl lying beneath me is acting strange. Instead of kicking and screaming, she starts running her hands down my back (at least she didn't pull my bra down), looking into my eyes, but I can't read their expression. As Olga says, everyone has a little bit of madness in them, and Bella seems to have it all figured out.
To my surprise, she pulls off a clever trick and I end up on the floor. She crawls back, giggling stupidly.
Instead of attacking this bitch, I sit down cross-legged in the oriental style. A clump of her hair remains in my fingers. I look at it thoughtfully. Fragments of many thoughts flit through my head. I think about how the English language, due to its poverty, cannot convey even a tenth of the exquisite curses I could have hurled at her... Don't get me wrong, usually when I'm fighting, I don't indulge in philological reflections, but now, at this time and in this place, everything seems somehow unreal and illusory to me.
So, I return the flow of my thoughts, which carried me away to the forbidden oak groves of the distant Fatherland, to our sheep, that is, I want to say to the giggling Bella.
I look at her carefully, thoughtfully twirling a strand of her hair in my fingers, and then ask:
"Bella, tell me, are you always like this, or only when someone hits your head on the floor?"
Pausing for a moment as I scramble to my feet and away from an attack that was not coming as I turn around to find the bitch. Sitting there on the floor in what seems like relaxed posture. Now the only thing stopping me from kicking her head off her shoulders like a world cup one on one at goal. Is her cockiness.
I take a breath and think about my next move carefully. Then react quickly by running at her and faking a big kick in her face.. Knowing she was going to lay back as any other reaction would be dumb as if she did not it took a moment to kick her in the teeth. Anyway with me pass your head with one foot I planted the other on your chest and hoped that stopped you from grabbing my ankle and forcing me to fall.so yay me!
Darting down the hall I reached the office of my lover The Devil in heels. And giggled at how dumb the bitch was for believing I was going to kick her in the teeth. That was till aforementioned bitch grabbed my hair and slammed me face first into the desk,and pulled me backwards and flung me backwards into a book case. Now this is where it gets weird and traumatic for me. So give me a little latitude I hit the bookcase with a thud and a copy of Frankenstein fell from the self into my lap or would of been if I was sitting instead of pressed against it. What happened was it fell hitting her on the head dropping her tp the floor and allowing me to move as the bookcase began to move bringing we with face to face with a life sized Erin lee doll in battle with a life sized kate. I looked at it stunned as it looked like a thing you would make at Easter but with more care and respect then i did at 8. I mean they had s I stood in horror at the Catfight frozen in time. She got up behind me and stared.... What the @@@@@@@@?
Good question I think its her trophy room.....
With the fight frozen in time much like my topless whore of a cousin and my true love. My dark goddess.... KateA. We were going to talk about this to be sure, but I have to admit I wondered about this. Was there a display for me upcoming. I mean call me egotistical if you want, but a girl needs to know. So did the other bitch who's name escapes me. So I led the way as torches lit automatically as we walked. First was my cxnt of a cousin Erin Lee it listed her stats likes dislikes things they had done ideas she had for punishments that were not bad I tried to remember some of them as we walked along and came up to the next one again Erin and Kate fighting this time a mention of a Daniel in the plaque. She just growls as she contines again and again finding Erin Lee and Kate fighting it out. Outfits difference, but the same blurb mentioning Daniel. My this point Belladonna promised herself two things. First was to beat Erin Lee the next time they fought within an inch of her of her life, and the second was to make Kate explain this abomination to her as they reached the end of the walk, and greatest insult of any. 8 life sized Erin lee action figures all in factory packaging with different outfits and actions. There was Erin with a biniki. Then there was Erin as a "bond" girl,but that was not the one that made me grab the torch and this it in it was the Erin lee that was wearing the same dress I was going to wear to the party. She was trying to live out a fantasy with me filling in for my cousin.
So as i stood there twitching and trembling as she saw one with a cute dog at her feel his name Daniel. With that she fell to her knees and screamed. "Kate you whore you will pay for this! I sware it... You will pay!" With a new twitch and plans to set fire to everything as fire was the only answer I saw. So I grabbed s torch off the wall then threw the torch down the hallway shut the bookcase, and with a twitch in my left eye and madness in my eyes I looked at Alex. I smiled my best smile and looked at her,.,
"Sorry about that.....where were we?'
i am lost now ???
Quote from: jumpisay5 on October 11, 2025, 10:38:24 AM
i am lost now ???
Hehe yeah Bella has that affect on people :P
However I believe that while messing around inside my apartment that bitch knocked my 1st edition copy of Frankenstein off my bookcase and found my secret room. A room that contains my shine to Erin Lee... hidden out of sight is some life like statues of me and Erin locked in hair pulling and face scratching action scenes. Also contained within is a life like mock up of my beloved Daniel, Daniel is currently staying with a friend of mine by the way. I hear he is having fun chasing and being chased by sheep - I miss my dog. Also I know... it's shocking! I have friends :o For those who need a refresher Daniel is the dog me and Erin had a catfight over and what a catfight it was... as I finally scored a win against Erin :)
Now what other stuff is in this secret room? Well we have my KateA - The Devil in Heels and Erin Lee action figures. Then there is the wall... an area covered with pictures of Erin and each one written on with red lipstick. What did I write? I shall leave that to your imagination but mostly it's a collection of four and five letter words.
Anyway Bella... perhaps for the sake of confused readers everywhere. You and Sasha should make some more progress tearing each other apart.
Anyway wish me luck... I have to apply for probate :(
Xoxo
Kate xx
PS.
Bella... Sasha, it's really sweet you're both doing this - thank you xx
Everything is so confusing that I only have one question: girls, are you even going to fight?
Yes I hope
Quote from: Alexandra X on October 14, 2025, 08:47:45 AM
Quote from: Just A Guy on October 14, 2025, 01:28:25 AM
You two are truly something else. What a show. :)
This is just a prelude, we haven't even started yet :P ;)
The music begins first it reminds of spring and running through flowers then it changes to some thing still sweet but slower more like summer with the humidity and stifling air then it all stops all but a single flute light and sweet till the percussions start up acting like police to the humble flutes robber, and it to a moment then stops.
Quote from: Alexandra X on October 16, 2025, 09:31:33 AM
So what's going on?
What happens is that I'm holding Bella by the hair in the middle of Kate's trashed office. There are books and other things strewn about, things that fell from the table while I was dragging Bella across it. Continuing the fight here, among all this junk and sharp-edged cabinets... No, I've got a better idea.
Smiling at my thoughts, I moved down the hallway in search of Kate's bedroom, dragging Bella by her hair. She was too shocked by what she saw in the closet to resist.
After several attempts, I manage to find a room with a huge bed. This seems to be just what I need. I push Bella onto the bed and look around smugly. This is the perfect place to kick this bitch's ass. I begin to unbutton my trousers, and under Bella's surprised gaze, I pull them off my hips, arranging something like a striptease. Now I'm standing in front of the bed where Bella is lying, and I'm wearing only white lace underwear.
"Well, bitch, let's dance?"
As she stands there looking so sure of herself, and seems ready standing there, and boldly daring me to make a move. Instead I sit up on the bed looking back at her, as I feel the goddess in me stir. Wanting to be let out to deal with this trash. I giggle quietly to.myself and let me deal with her With a loud sigh she seems to agree. Besides she has a date planned no need to deal with random bitches.
So I sit up and flash a cocky smile at the girl giving her best striptease and sigh as I'm bored . then I let disinterest wash over my face. Then I finish with disinterest, and smiile. As she rushes at me looking to finish th the fight. That was the last mistake she would make as I greet her With a punch to her belly and then I grab her hair pulling her off balance and into the bed with me where I begin to straddle her waist and pin her under me..
Quote from: Bella13 on October 18, 2025, 06:04:30 PM
Quote from: Alexandra X on October 16, 2025, 09:31:33 AM
So what's going on?
What happens is that I'm holding Bella by the hair in the middle of Kate's trashed office. There are books and other things strewn about, things that fell from the table while I was dragging Bella across it. Continuing the fight here, among all this junk and sharp-edged cabinets... No, I've got a better idea.
Smiling at my thoughts, I moved down the hallway in search of Kate's bedroom, dragging Bella by her hair. She was too shocked by what she saw in the closet to resist.
After several attempts, I manage to find a room with a huge bed. This seems to be just what I need. I push Bella onto the bed and look around smugly. This is the perfect place to kick this bitch's ass. I begin to unbutton my trousers, and under Bella's surprised gaze, I pull them off my hips, arranging something like a striptease. Now I'm standing in front of the bed where Bella is lying, and I'm wearing only white lace underwear.
"Well, bitch, let's dance?"
As she stands there looking so sure of herself, and seems ready standing there, and boldly daring me to make a move. Instead I sit up on the bed looking back at her, as I feel the goddess in me stir. Wanting to be let out to deal with this trash. I giggle quietly to.myself and let me deal with her With a loud sigh she seems to agree. Besides she has a date planned no need to deal with random bitches.
So I sit up and flash a cocky smile at the girl giving her best striptease and sigh as I'm bored . then I let disinterest wash over my face. Then I finish with disinterest, and smiile. As she rushes at me looking to finish th the fight. That was the last mistake she would make as I greet her With a punch to her belly and then I grab her hair pulling her off balance and into the bed with me where I begin to straddle her waist and pin her under me..
No, not that, don't play by her rules. If you start fucking her, you'll die! :o
Quote from: Olga on October 20, 2025, 11:22:50 AM
Quote from: Bella13 on October 18, 2025, 06:04:30 PM
Quote from: Alexandra X on October 16, 2025, 09:31:33 AM
So what's going on?
What happens is that I'm holding Bella by the hair in the middle of Kate's trashed office. There are books and other things strewn about, things that fell from the table while I was dragging Bella across it. Continuing the fight here, among all this junk and sharp-edged cabinets... No, I've got a better idea.
Smiling at my thoughts, I moved down the hallway in search of Kate's bedroom, dragging Bella by her hair. She was too shocked by what she saw in the closet to resist.
After several attempts, I manage to find a room with a huge bed. This seems to be just what I need. I push Bella onto the bed and look around smugly. This is the perfect place to kick this bitch's ass. I begin to unbutton my trousers, and under Bella's surprised gaze, I pull them off my hips, arranging something like a striptease. Now I'm standing in front of the bed where Bella is lying, and I'm wearing only white lace underwear.
"Well, bitch, let's dance?"
As she stands there looking so sure of herself, and seems ready standing there, and boldly daring me to make a move. Instead I sit up on the bed looking back at her, as I feel the goddess in me stir. Wanting to be let out to deal with this trash. I giggle quietly to.myself and let me deal with her With a loud sigh she seems to agree. Besides she has a date planned no need to deal with random bitches.
So I sit up and flash a cocky smile at the girl giving her best striptease and sigh as I'm bored . then I let disinterest wash over my face. Then I finish with disinterest, and smiile. As she rushes at me looking to finish th the fight. That was the last mistake she would make as I greet her With a punch to her belly and then I grab her hair pulling her off balance and into the bed with me where I begin to straddle her waist and pin her under me..
No, not that, don't play by her rules. If you start fucking her, you'll die! :o
Alex is such a slut that if they start fucking, poor Bella, I feel sorry for her :'(
Quote from: Alexandra X on October 21, 2025, 09:22:25 AM
My swift attack ends with me underneath Bella. The bitch is lying down on me, pressing her full weight against me. It's not that I dislike it all that much, but I'm not about to give in, at least not right away.
"Don't fucking shove your tits in my face!" I scream indignantly. Sure, I know it's a favorite pastime for the rednecks from the shithole she came from, but damn, I don't have to put up with that kind of behavior! With my left hand I grabbed her hair and pulled her to the side, my right hand dug into her face, scratching her cheek with my nails.
At the same time, I feel that she, fuck, I feel with my bare belly that her panties are wet... No, it's not sweat, a slut can't sweat so much that she wets her panties... Is it really her? No! Anything but that, another bitch wants me. I wonder why this keeps happening to me!
(first sorry for my delay in responding)
First of all, I don't want you whore. Fighting turns me on, ask bitchy my cousin for proof. I get wet from the fight nothing to do with you. Other than you being here fighting me. So if I end up riding your face like a pony it's for me. You don't matter whore ask my bitch of a cousin about how I get in a fight... Now with that bit of bullshit out of the way. I mean I ask you readers do you care that I get wetter then a- never mind I doubt I need an answer. Back to the fight and the tiny fire that could of been started accidentally by me. So in the worse night of my life I still had this Russian whore who wanted to fight.
Me I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.Then come back and kill Kate in a gory way.. Maybe eat her intestines. I have not thought much about it since she shattered my soul. With the mock shrine to my cousin and her in life size models of them fighting. Not to mention the rest. Which makes me wonder are there freaks playing with me? If so where is my cut. Another question for Kate to answer. Right?
So miss " I have no tits" rips her nails down my cheek and pulls me off her and to the side. I land on my tears welling up in my eyes and running down my cheeks. I felt fucking pathetic looking up at her. She smiled down as she climbed on me and smiled down... " I think we are done here yes?'
I say nothing I just look down and sob. She I'm sure smirked I don't know as I was not looking at her I was busy sobbing and being a little bitch. Then she leaned down and asked me again if it was over.
Now it sent shivers though my body I mean it did she whispers it like you see the Russian spy does in the movies. I have to admit I wanted her now.... I'm a sucker for an accent. As she waited for a reply I kept my face down and kept up the act. Why because I had one chance to get out of this and if I blow it its over. That is what we call a cliffhanger bitches! Continued my partner in this tribute Alex x
I haven't said this enough, but I really love you two for doing this.
Thank you :-* :-*
Quote from: Alexandra X on October 31, 2025, 08:00:19 AM
So, what was that stream of thoughts I just read?
Dear readers, of whom we have two and a half, I hope you have figured this out better than I have.
And anyway, why the hell am I breaking the fifth wall? My idol is Harley Quinn, not some Deadpool. And I certainly don't want Kate to accuse me of plagiarism, so I won't be contacting readers anymore, no matter how dear they are to me. Kisses and hugs to everyone.
Well, now I've finished with the introduction and partially satisfied my latest attack of graphomania.Now I'll try to get to the point, but I'm not sure I'll succeed, because I need to fully concentrate. And someone keeps distracting me. And now, dear readers, I'm writing this meaningless jumble of words, and one bitch... Actually, no, you don't need to know these vulgar details.
I don't understand why Bella keeps talking about her cousin, and what exactly I should ask her about. She probably has some incredibly important information for me (at least, that's what Bella thinks). But I have a strong conviction that I can survive this winter, even if I can't figure out what's making Bella's panties wet, yes.
We return to our bed, or rather to Kate's bed, where Bella and I ended up by chance. Is Bella saying she doesn't want a whore, or that I shouldn't be a whore. Or that I am a whore? I can't make out her mumbling. Is it because she's crying, or because of her Southern accent.
You know, dear readers, at this moment I'm thinking about General Lee. No, not the Chinese military leader of the Qing Dynasty, but the brave Confederate General Robert Edward Lee. Just so you know, dear readers, he's my idol. And I'm also thinking about alligators. I adore alligators. Of course, a Nile crocodile is more impressive-looking, but an alligator is a real beauty.
And so, thanks to my honed skills, I was able to ride this crybaby little bitch (team crybaby, you remember, dear readers). And all I could think of at that moment was to ask, "Fuck, slut, what the hell are you even doing? Are we going to fucking fight, or let's cry together, and then drink vodka and talk about why Kate is such a bitch?"
A few corrections first Harley Quinn brakes the fourth wall all the time in the films and in the comic books. Some fan she is right. It is incredibly tacky to lie and say your riding my face when at best you are knotting up my hair. Which is a real bitchy thing to do, but its Olay I forgive you you Russian whore. *giggles*
So you are probably asking yourself ""Bella what are you going to do?" Good question, but as always I have an answer and it begins with letting her think I'm weak and broken sobbing weak bitch. Is it pathetic yes. Does it annoy me to look pathetic yes. Will this bitch pay for thinking i'm done? Hell yes!!
So I begin my plan to get the Hell back in this fight[. I begin to curl up in to a ball.[ Why? If I have it to explain my every move I'm going to be dead and so will you. Watch bitch! Curled into a ball check. Russian whore twirling on my head check. Now we see when nails are introduced into the equation. *Giggles*
Because when the whore raises up and brings her ass down again my hands are there to greet the invading ass fleash and digs in. While using my head to push up. She of course surprised yells some thing vin Russian whatever no idea as I do not speak anything other then English. Sorry.
Quote from: Alexandra X on November 03, 2025, 08:33:59 PM
Yes, yes, yes... I know the voices in my head aren't real, but damn, sometimes they give me amazing ideas.
So, dear readers, would you like to discuss Harley Quinn's long journey from her first appearance way back in 1992 (hell, that was before I was even born) in episode 22 of Batman: The Animated Series to being shoehorned into that stupid anime Suicide Squad Isekai?
And by the way, I like Margot Robbie. No, not in the Barbie movie or even in that stupid Birds of Prey, but in Suicide Squad (2016). It's just amazing, I just fell in love with her after watching it, yeah.
Or should we arrange a psychoanalysis session and try to figure out exactly what kind of person this Kate is, in whose bed, by the will of fate or the machinations of evil spirits, we both now find ourselves? What do you think about this, dear readers? Yes, I know you haven't thought about it at all, but now that I've mentioned it, you'll probably think about it. But that's not certain.
So, I'm back to my little comic book lover.
She turned out to be quite vile, like a possum. I have to admit that this whore took me by surprise. But there is no need to think that this will change the course of our battle, I am still on top and I am digging my claws into her soft tits.
Let's see who has more patience, bitch, but strangely enough, my thoughts are carried away somewhere far away and I start wondering what I'm even doing here, why I ended up in Kate's apartment and what Bella wants from me? All these questions are starting to drive me crazy, an idiotic smile appears on my face, it seems I've become like the Joker.
My fingers squeeze Bella's tits, I feel like she's trying to do something to me, but her scratching is more like tickling.
And at that moment, I thought, I wonder what Kate keeps in her bedside table? Maybe there's a dildo or something similar there... And then I could use it as a weapon in my brutal battle with Bella...
First this bitch is rude and kinda dumb I mean how could she not love birds of pray the fight in lock up with the sprinklers running down on her as she took out the hoods. Not to mention the action was insanely well shot but no more movie reviews. Why is she rude? Well it is simple. Who sits on someone's face with panties on? I mean can they protect her from a bite if I chose to bite her? I don't think so!
But I'm not that type of girl. So instead I start pulling your parties .This does two things first it confused you as why would I want your pantries down, and it becomes clear as with your panties coming down I begin to suck on your inner thighs first the left. And as you squirm and moan lightly I move to the right thigh and do it again leaving a new hickey on your thigh that makes you squeal and lift your self up again and I push up with my hands and try to get you off my face. Hopefully this works....
Quote from: Alexandra X on November 10, 2025, 08:02:44 AM
Quote from: Bella13 on November 05, 2025, 06:42:16 PM
Quote from: Alexandra X on November 03, 2025, 08:33:59 PM
Yes, yes, yes... I know the voices in my head aren't real, but damn, sometimes they give me amazing ideas.
So, dear readers, would you like to discuss Harley Quinn's long journey from her first appearance way back in 1992 (hell, that was before I was even born) in episode 22 of Batman: The Animated Series to being shoehorned into that stupid anime Suicide Squad Isekai?
And by the way, I like Margot Robbie. No, not in the Barbie movie or even in that stupid Birds of Prey, but in Suicide Squad (2016). It's just amazing, I just fell in love with her after watching it, yeah.
Or should we arrange a psychoanalysis session and try to figure out exactly what kind of person this Kate is, in whose bed, by the will of fate or the machinations of evil spirits, we both now find ourselves? What do you think about this, dear readers? Yes, I know you haven't thought about it at all, but now that I've mentioned it, you'll probably think about it. But that's not certain.
So, I'm back to my little comic book lover.
She turned out to be quite vile, like a possum. I have to admit that this whore took me by surprise. But there is no need to think that this will change the course of our battle, I am still on top and I am digging my claws into her soft tits.
Let's see who has more patience, bitch, but strangely enough, my thoughts are carried away somewhere far away and I start wondering what I'm even doing here, why I ended up in Kate's apartment and what Bella wants from me? All these questions are starting to drive me crazy, an idiotic smile appears on my face, it seems I've become like the Joker.
My fingers squeeze Bella's tits, I feel like she's trying to do something to me, but her scratching is more like tickling.
And at that moment, I thought, I wonder what Kate keeps in her bedside table? Maybe there's a dildo or something similar there... And then I could use it as a weapon in my brutal battle with Bella...
First this bitch is rude and kinda dumb I mean how could she not love birds of pray the fight in lock up with the sprinklers running down on her as she took out the hoods. Not to mention the action was insanely well shot but no more movie reviews. Why is she rude? Well it is simple. Who sits on someone's face with panties on? I mean can they protect her from a bite if I chose to bite her? I don't think so!
But I'm not that type of girl. So instead I start pulling your parties .This does two things first it confused you as why would I want your pantries down, and it becomes clear as with your panties coming down I begin to suck on your inner thighs first the left. And as you squirm and moan lightly I move to the right thigh and do it again leaving a new hickey on your thigh that makes you squeal and lift your self up again and I push up with my hands and try to get you off my face. Hopefully this works....
Oh, Bella, what are you doing? My thoughts are lost and confused, I can't decide what I want. Maybe I just need to strangle her, damn it, like at those slumber parties! And now I'm lying in someone else's apartment, on someone else's bed, and some slutty girl pulled my panties off! No, it's not that I don't like it... Maybe even the opposite, I like it very much. But that's not how things work, I just can't let her get away with it!
I hook the waistband of Bella's panties and tug them so hard that they dig into her crotch. But that's not what I wanted. The panties look pretty sturdy, I don't think I'll be able to rip them. Then I start to pull them off her. I push them down her thighs, and my fingers, completely by accident, without any intention on my part, begin to stroke her pussy.
"Bella, what's wrong with you? Why are you so wet? Did being in Kate's bed affect you this way?"
I remember the secret temple Bella and I saw in the closet. "How do you feel about role-playing?" my question hangs in the air, causing Bella to look confused...
This Russian whore is asking about roleplay? What the fuck?I shove her off and sit up. Yes she allowed me. Which annoys me, but I can bitch about that or I can make her pay. What do you think I chose a clam conversation, or a plan to abuse her that could blow up in both of our faces. While you make a choice I will carry on.
I look at her and smile as I have no idea what role play has do with a fight, but i:m willing to listen as it buys me time which I need to get my breath back.....
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