No matter how many times I've convinced myself I am a grown woman who doesn't need anybody's permission to stay up on a Monday night, and that I no longer have a curfew like I used to when I was in high school, I still feel nervous as I ride the elevator to the top floor. It's almost eleven, I decided to lengthen my hang out session with Drey till dinner, but then he asked me to join him to the night club that I politely declined and headed home after dessert. As usual, it was quiet the moment the door opens. I step out and brace myself upon seeing a man sitting on the couch, currently reading something on the iPad in front of him. He's still in the same navy blue suit he wore when we went to the courthouse this morning, minus the coat and light blue tie. As if I'm a naughty teenager who's trying to crawl back into the room after coming home past curfew, I try my best to walk in silence on my way to the stairs. But of course, the scene is only perfect with the infamous throat-cl
Honey's POV 🍯I had a stressful day yesterday trying to squeeze everything between registering our marriage at the courthouse, attending all the important meetings, and rushing to finish everything before six because I aimed to have dinner with my baby since we're officially married by law now, to celebrate and commemorate the day as man and wife. All that while dealing with my aching body due to sleeping on the couch last night, and of course, mending my broken heart that keeps on shattering into pieces every time my wife ignores me. That sums up yesterday. But today, this morning, when I open my eyes, I have this feeling of knowing my day will be a good one because it starts with a view of my beautiful wife, only to get yelled at with such disgust shown on her face. My heart drops again at her sudden outburst but I guess I'm an expert at this; all she did ever since she left five years ago is getting mad at me. At first I was taken aback with her reaction and decided to leave
I never knew one of the sluttiest things a man can do is to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt, flexing the muscles of his arms with veins popping out while holding a stack of hangers that have suits on them. Reminding me of his other veiny stuff... Snap out of it, Alya! Astaghfirullah! I'm sure God would be happy by how much I've been asking for His forgiveness these days but at the same time angry with my never-ending behaviour for salivating over a man, lusting over the opposite gender. "Do you need help?" He asks while looking at me, his right hand is disappearing into the closet, reaching out for another suit but his mesmerising green eyes are focusing on me. I quickly shake my head and grin on my attempt to cover up my shameless act of staring at such fine specimen- him. He's that fine, fine muy-bueno specimen. He was home around six thirty today, bringing my favorite Taco Bell for dinner which we sat quietly in front of the tv and watched a show while eating. Half an
Being a goal oriented person along with such self-entitled personality, nobody can say no to Genevieve persuasion that unfortunately she has also passed down those quality traits to her eldest so I had two girls of different age breathing my neck until I say 'yes' to Italy. I'm sure it has nothing to do with Honey because he always assured me I didn't have to fall for the girls' tricks about guilting me into an agreement, in fact he offered to talk about it with them, to stop making me so uncomfortable with their relentless begging. But I'm one of the trio, so I understand them better than anyone. They just want the entire quorum to be there because each one of us know we're gonna have so much fun with each other's company. Hence the yes. Honey must have felt so guilty with his daughter and granddaughter's behaviour that he mentioned about the reward I hadn't thought about redeeming in the next few months; a ticket to Jakarta. It's spring right now which is the weather I pretty m
You kinky dirty mind! Wearing this cotton pair of shorts obviously doesn't help I wish I'm wearing a jeans to hide my hard on, to strain this wild thing. Please, down boy, down. We don't wanna creep her out. "This would be our boundary," she places a pillow in the middle of the California King bed, "Don't get into my territory." I can't help but to smile at her little warning, "I won't." "Hmm."Hearing her approval, I climb on the bed and situate myself on my side of the bed. She's busy adjusting the pillows to fit her tiny frame in a cloud of fluffy cushions. I miss how she used to hug me after sex and fall asleep immediately but she has clearly replaced me with those pillows. "Good night." She murmurs while switching off her bedside lamp. Goodnight? She's gonna sleep with that long shawl on her head? That must've been uncomfortable to have her head wrapped up like that the entire day; she's been with me since early morning, excluding the one hour bath time. "I'm gonna put on t
"You can see me?!" She is so shocked to the point of freaking out, "Oh my God! You can see me!" Movements followed through with the mattress dipping as if she has jumped off the bed. I quickly sit up, the smirk I had earlier has been wiped away from my face, "No, no I can't see you, I'm still wearing this eye mask, Alya." "B-but-""I swear I can't see you. I made a promise last night, didn’t I? That I won't remove this until you ask me to. I promise, Alya. I promise I won't see you if you don’t allow me." "So you... really can't see me?" I shake my head eagerly, "I can't." "Prove it!" What? Prove it? How am I going to prove it when I'm in the blind here? "Prove it, Calvin. Show me you did as you promised." I sigh when I feel heat nearing me, she must be coming back to the bed after jumping off just now. "How many fingers am I showing now?" Is this a trick question? If I don't answer her she's gonna be angrier but if I do answer her, she's gonna be angry too for whatever reas
"Calvin..." I'm sure I'm still awake, this is not a dream, because I can feel her flesh in my hands. I can hear her inviting voice as I caress her figure while being blinded with lust. Technically blinded. "For whatever reason," I can feel her breath on my face, our nose touching, by how near our face is to each other, "Under no circumstances, do not remove the mask without my permission." "I promise." It's a miracle I managed to form a full sentence by how hard I am right now. I can't think straight with all my blood rushing to that one specific region. "I'm not a waitress but can you give me the tip?" She's gotta be kidding to still joke around when she knows how desperate I am. My erection is poking her back like nobody's business. "I'm asking for your consent, Mr Gunn." I hate how calm she sounds while I'm struggling over here. "Yes," I grunt like a desperate pervert, "Yes, please." "Mhmm," she moans teasingly while removing herself from my middle, making me a little upse
She's bold, and I like it. In fact, she's so bold she voiced out her fear of experiencing the same thing back when I took her virginity but she actually made the first move by volunteering to ride me. "This way," she places both hands on my shoulders, "I can control the pace and however I want it to be."I gulp once she straddles me again but this time without any barrier between us; we're both naked and ready to move to the next step. "Besides, it's not like you can see anything to guide it into me." Her bottom is lifted once again but two seconds later I can feel the tip of my cock touching something- her. Ahhh, this is a dream come true. "I'm scared." I can practically feel her fear so I place my hands at each side of her body, gently guiding her, "I'm here. At your pace, remember?" "Mhmm," she hums though her body resists at my push to bring it further down. "I don't think it will fit," she's freaking out now. "You used to fit me nicely. We fit like a puzzle, B. Trust me.