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A Fucking Night Out
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My First Love is a Whore The Make-Out
ChristopherI was in the middle of masturbating when I got the message that Kate is here. I stopped abruptly and quickly rearranged the room. I have never been so nervous. It's not her first time here but I want to try my possible best not to fuck this up. It is my only chance to build up my falling ego. The idea that women are dangerous and should not be anywhere close to me seems invisible at this moment. I told my bodyguard to guide her in. The door flung open and Kate walks in majestically like a Queen that she is. A whore, I know but tonight, she seems to me a Queen. Gosh, it was nice to have Kate in here with me again. Her body exuded heat, it was irresistible. Her hair smelled fresh and tropical, and the faint perfume she wore indicated that she had just washed. She gave me a lovely smile and I sign in contentment. "What do I offer you? " I asked, nervous. "You!" Kate said seductively. "Let's get to business. I'm not here for the food." I nodded in agreement. My nervousne
My First Love is a Whore Happy-Sad Morning
KateI slowly opened my eyes, but since the curtains were still drawn, the light of the new day was blocked from entering the space. The memory of yesterday night flashed through my head and I smiled. To be honest, it's been a while I had such great sex, maybe because I was in control. Most sex I had, I always have to be quick and most time, the men does not like to be controlled. I knew yesterday was going to be different when I did not have to struggle to pick what to wear. It happens all the time, I guess all women in the world does that. Mine is better if Bev and I were to be in competition. Bev has a totally wrong dress sense. The first dress I picked was perfect and it gave me the perfect fit I was looking for. I confirmed I had the right look when Chris's men who came to pick me up could not keep their lips together. Especially the driver. I told him to face his front more than three times. He kept looking back at the beauty seated in the car. I knew they were well trained an
My First Love is a Whore My Question
ChristopherI thought I had been to the peak of sexual enjoyment until I woke up to an incredible morning dose. Is this what married men enjoy? I see why Darren sometimes comes to work late. If this is all marriage is all about, I would love to be married. But I am no kid. I know too well that marriage is nothing close to sweet. It is just the forceful union of two people, a protagonist, and an antagonist. They sometimes bring more people into their lives just because they can not suffer alone and then they call them children. I do not have to be like them. I do not have to bring young beautiful versions of myself into this world to keep my company in a battle against the woman I call their mother. For now, I just want to enjoy the moment. The sex is great. I've had a taste of it and I want more. That is not too much to ask. After all, she is just a whore and she has no other responsibility in my life than to fill that sexual place and give me pleasure. That's the lie I tell myself
My First Love is a Whore HeartBroken
Chapter 24.KateMy ride back home was not amazing. All I could think about was Bev. I did not see this coming. Well, that is a lie. I saw it coming but not this way. Ever since Bev met her boyfriend, her life has been wrapped around him. The plans they have made, the future they talk about, the joy, the happiness, and the excitement with which she talked about her future with him. Everything has now gone sour. I could feel the pain like I was the one in the relationship. I can justify that feeling because God knows I know a lot about the relationship. I made my plans based on the plans made in that relationship. And now I wish I could just take the pain away once and for all. I have been trying to reach her ever since I got the message. She is not answering her phone. And I’m scared because I don’t know where this will lead. She would definitely be heartbroken. No, she is definitely heartbroken and I don’t know to what extent the heartbreak would affect her, us too.I don’t know h
My First Love is a Whore The Call to the Beloved
Christopher.Curiosity is a burden, I must say. It was as if a heavy burden Was lifted off me when she said it wasn’t about me. When she acknowledged the little me, Every part of me jumps in triumph. I want more, and I knew I would be asking for more, but expressing my feelings right there caught me off, guard. It was a perfect slip of the tongue. Even though her delay is not denial, it does not sit well with me. With her, there is a different feeling that surely suits my nerves, body, and soul. I want to feel that way again, at that very moment. As I journeyed back home, all I was thinking about was how to make it happen sooner enough. I hate excuses. It turns my stomach and right now, I believe she just gives an excuse to control her time with me, might even be me. It is not far-fetched from that gender. Almost home, an idea came to my mind and I put a call across to Darren immediately. “Get every information about Kate. The things she is into at the moment, her family, friends,
My First Love is a Whore My First Limousine
KateIt is another gloomy day for Kate and me. I would of course be lying if I say her condition has not improved since the breakup. It is quite surprising how fast she is healing. She has not had anything despite how much I’ve tried to convince her. She hasn’t gotten out of bed either, and opening the window blind for exposure would definitely be a death sentence for me. However, crying is now a seldom activity, and trust me that is the progress we’re talking about because it’s huge. The idea of grieving Bev in my head is way higher than the vibe she is giving me, which I must say is comforting. Today we go harder she must get out of bed.I have been thinking about how to get that done. The only idea coming to my head is getting out of the house to someplace fun to enjoy ourselves. Luckily for me, Chris has sent me money yesterday for, you know, my service. It's going to be difficult convincing Bev, that I know because that lovely girl is hard but fragile. However, I am bent on not
My First Love is a Whore Happy Bev's Day
KateIt was quite a long drive. The Limousine finally stopped moving and this time around we were escorted out of the car to what I recognised at once as an expensive restaurant. Right from the time we got down from our ride, eyes fell on us. Getting out of a limousine is no child's play. I could feel different eyes follow me as we entered the restaurant with bodyguards walking around us. We were led to a more fancy seat close to the pool. It is obviously a VIP section. Immediately after we settled in our seats, the attendant came to us with the menu. I looked at one of the security men, he seemed to be the head of them all as I have noticed they all take instructions from him. I looked at him again with contempt and he discharged the attendant immediately. It is high time he told me what is going on. “Where is your boss?” I asked politely, directing my question to the head of security. “He will not be coming ma'am” He answered bowing politely. “so why are we here?” I have been
My First Love is a Whore Above All
KateAs I got closer to him, I could feel my heart racing with excitement. I do not know what came over me but I knew what I wanted and I was not going to let this opportunity slip by. I leaned in and kissed him, feeling his lips respond to mine with passion. We kissed for what felt like an eternity before he pulled away, looking into my eyes with a mixture of desire and hesitation. “I shouldn't have done that,” I said to myself staring back into his desirous eyes. This is my first time kissing a man and the first I would feel the urge. Chris keeps running a hand through his hair. He also seems restless. If I was his first then I am almost certain this is the first time he would be kissing a woman too. His voice interrupted my thoughts. “you want to stop now, don't you?”I could see the conflict in his eyes, but I wasn't willing to give up just yet. “But you want it too, don't you?” I whispered, tracing a finger along his jawline. “Don't fight it.”He hesitated for a moment longe
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