Black Eye Susan Novels & Stories

Susan is the more attractive of the two at about 5'5" and less than 100 pounds. Susan has a perfectly shaped backside, very slim waist-line and big firm breasts which was perfect for her body. She always wears tight thong which exposes a good amount of her chest. She has a black shoulder length blonde hair, pale blue eyes and a little puggy nose that crinkles when she smiles. Her mouth is one that most men would look at and involuntarily think about what they would like to put in there. His daughter, Trina is taller at 5'7" with a very slight build. She weighs less than 100 pounds as well with long thin legs leading up to narrow hips, tiny waist and moderate breasts. She was not well endowed

It’s gorgeous every single day, rain, hail, or shine and this morning, a little fog. I finish my shower and get dressed in a white t-shirt, dark jeans, black biker boots. I put on a little light makeup; I’m pretty pale, but that could be from the poor sleep I’ve been having lately; one good night is never enough. My eye colour is strange; they have a blue outer ring and grey in the middle with green flecks within the grey. Sometimes they look blue, and other days like today, they look grey. The one attribute I like about myself is my lovely dark loose curls; it’s a deep brown and flows to the top of my waist. When wet, my hair touches the back of my thighs.

She blinked expectantly at her. "No, why will I" Susan shook her head with a smile, "Just that erm... did you come here to see him officially or personally because..." She ran her eyes over her clothes which were a long black overcoat, high heeled boots and her hair and face were made up like she was going out on a date. "...you don't look like you are going to meet him officially. You look dressed"

The long-sleeved, black dress she wore dangled all the way to her ankles as she elegantly sat down the sofa. Her contemptuous ocean eyes interpolated with the color of the red sea, and her perfectly molded nose was just as pink as the cherry blossoms in spring. She might be beautifully described, but she looked like a disaster. For more than a week of pooling her eyes with raindrop tears, her eyes were nothing like the tranquil sea. She was more like a turbulent ocean with obscure and vicious tidal waves. Dark, violent, and resentful was she – Elise, the widowed witch.

Susan asks confidently, looking at her with disdain. "Susan!" Eva exclaims as if seeing a ghost. "Was it you? How?" Eva observes her with wide eyes as if what she's seeing isn't a real woman. She seems to be looking at a vision until Santiago orders the lights to be turned on. The beautiful Susan, hand in hand with her husband, smiles happily while looking at Eva with contempt.

All I knew was that after all of this, my clothes would be taken off. "My name is Susan. I'm twenty-four and I have everything it takes to make you happy. I'm 5'5" tall, with an hourglass shape and long hair. My eyes are stunning. I have a good bust, attractive hips, and heart-shaped lips for your pleasure." I tried to move my buttocks on his legs, acting as if I had done it before. "Is that all?" he asked. "You can feel it for yourself, I'm hot," I replied, and he fell silent again.

He didn’t like leaving Annie but he didn’t want to make her feel like shit. Annalise sighed and shook her head before wheeling herself to Mr. Black’s cubical. As soon as Mr. Black saw Annalise enter, he quickly shot up from his seat and walked up to her. Mr. Black was a man in his mid-fifties. His hair grey shined and he wore golden rimmed spectacles. His stomach bulged out of his body and he was a short man. “You must be Annalise. Mila had informed me about your arrival.” He said and guided her to his table and over a chair to make some space for her.

An awkward silence descended upon the room as they stood in wait. A gentle knock sounded at the door, “It’s open!” Penny called out. Heels clacked on the floor as Alex moved through the Hallway and into the living room. Bellamy and Lissa’s jaw’s dropped open as they looked at the woman that stood before them. She didn’t look like any demon they had ever known or leant about. She didn’t look demonic at all, if anything, she was a closer resemblance to an angel. Her ebony skin seemed to have an other worldly glow, her dark slick hair flowed down to her cinched waist. Grey eyes glittered as she looked up at Bellamy and Lissa staring at her almost star struck. A warm smile formed on her thick fu

Scarlett was ours; we would love and cherish her to the last day. "Have you noticed Scarlett's eyes are getting greener every day?" Maxwell said, and I nodded. I had noticed it too but Ignored it. "That is an unusual eye colour. It is almost neon, especially knowing she wasn't born that way." Clay deduced, and I sighed.

Susan said to the servant as soon as she opened the door and came face to face with Susan. "Yes ma'am," the servant replied knowing Susan was a special guest of the family. Susan walked in wearing a small black body con straight dress which left half of her thigh to her legs exposed. The hands of the dress were tied at the neck leaving half of her back exposed. She wore a black rose on the dress small hands tied around the neck allowing some of the ends to flow down her shoulder. Her hair was neatly wrapped and she had a black disc fascinator decorating it. She wore a long gold earring and adorned both of her hands with multiple gold bracelets with two gold rings strategically placed on two