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Our Hearts Beat For Anne Sweet Caress
Anne He kept himself up with his knees on both sides of me, and in one fluid movement, pulled his shirt off, exposing the rippling muscles of his arms, shoulders, and abdomen. I gulped. Hard! He had tiny beads of sweat running down his chest. I reached out and stopped one of them, earning myself a moan from him. “Anny,” he breathed, straightening on top of me. He held up most of his weight with his left elbow, then used his right hand to softly stroke my cheek. I don’t know if my eyes mirrored his, but the intensity of his gaze had my whole body reaching boiling point. I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him ferociously. He returned it with the same vigor, running his right arm all over my body. He grabbed my left boob and squeezed gently. That single action had my knees vibrating. I bit my lower lip to satiate the painful throb of my hardened nipples, arching my back to press it against his naked chest. But my stupid gown and underwear were impeding it. I wanted more. I need
Our Hearts Beat For Anne She's Gone
Vincent I knew something was off even before opening my eyes. I felt emptiness around me. Weirdly, I had slept so peacefully without haunting dreams of Anny and my brother. The clock on my bedside table read 10 am. I had slept till the late hours of the morning. Great! I slowly stood up holding my head at the massive pounding whilst squinting my eyes at the harsh light coming in from the window. I felt weak, tired, and hungry, but at the same time, I felt a tinge of happiness within me. It was either the peculiar scent of Anne all over the place, or something else? This was when the flashes began. It was in tiny fragments, and a bit dark. It sped past in quick succession that I couldn’t grab them individually. But my most predominant thought at that moment was that Anny was here. I darted my eyes looking for pieces of evidence asides from her scent, but there were no traces of her. Against my mad headache, I slipped out of bed and scrutinized my room like a merchant purchasing dia
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Uneasy Feelings
Andrew The housekeepers had told me she left that night. I was worried sick and had kept trying to reach her but I couldn’t. I was going to go off in search of her but mum wouldn’t let me. she pleaded I stayed back cause’ of my leg and the fact it was already dark. She was certain Anny would call before the day ran out. I accepted because I knew she was right. It didn’t make me feel any better though. She’d been left alone. Maybe an emergency came up. I felt hurt too. Anny and I had a beautiful moment that night at the party. Although we didn’t get close after that, something had begun between us. I had been happy and confident about it, till now. If she wouldn’t inform me of sudden departures, then our relationship would be built on weak ground. My mum’s reassurance kept resounding in my ears as the night progressed and yet, no sign or call from Anne. I tried calling Vincent. His wasn’t going either. I simply assumed he was on call. My anxiety level was now climbing the ceiling by
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Denial
Andrew My joy knew no bound. I sprinted towards her, almost sending us both to the ground when I ran into her. She flinched at the contact and held onto me for support. My arms couldn’t hold her tight enough. Left for me, I would cut myself open and stick her into me. That was a demented thought, I know. After hugging the life out of her, I pulled away a little bit, then came down and took her lips immediately. She wasn’t holding me anymore, neither was she kissing me back. She just stood rigid, with her eyes squinted shut as if in pain. This made me pull away to examine her. “Where have you been? Are you hurt anywhere? Why didn’t you call or text? I was so freaking worried about you,” I said in a rush. She didn’t respond to any of my questions. She just stood there staring at me with a look of guilt or something of that nature. “Anny, talk to me,” I said, gently shaking her arms. She still didn’t respond. “Are you sick or something? What’s happening Anny? You’re making me anxio
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Demented
Andrew Sharp pains shot through my body as a bone-crushing blow made contact with my balls. I was hauled backward by its force. I wrapped my palm around it tenderly, nursing it back to normal. My Anne had kneaded me in the groin. She stomped towards me and came to hover over me as I lay on the floor. She was panting profusely while staring daggers at me. It was as if she was daring me to grab her again and see what happens. I was ashamed. I had attempted it again. But this time, I wasn’t drunk. I was fully conscious. There were no excuses as to why I tried to get sexual with her against her will. Even if she had any feeling for me, however small, it must have been wiped out completely by my actions. “Get out,” she said in a low deadly voice. I was too mortified to move. Her words from the hospital, when I’d been admitted for a puncture wound on the neck, resurfaced. She warned me never to attempt this on anyone. She forgave me and even went as far as accepting me as a friend. But
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Trip to Umende
Vincent “Okay, thanks,” I said and ended the call. I just finished booking my flight ticket to Umende, a remote area in the northern part of the country. I had enrolled in another voluntary medical outreach program hosted by a group of big hospitals and NGOs. The aim was to send medical teams, test kits, drugs, food, and other assistance to the surrounding villages affected by the outbreak of the SARS virus. The team from my hospital, after getting vaccine shots and immune boosters left a week ago, their flight tickets and accommodation organized by the alliance. I was supposed to go with them but something tragic came up. The cancer patient of mine who had gone home to spend his last days with his family died a day before our departure. I stayed back to commemorate with the bereaved family while booking my flight for tomorrow. I hadn’t the intention to go at first, because I had my share of sick people in need of urgent medical care. But I wasn’t in the right state of mind to give
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Annoying Lady
Vincent “That was one bumpy ride,” I heard a lady explaining to a friend that came to pick her up from the airport. Her voice sounded familiar. So, so familiar. It made me swerve immediately in her direction. Of course, it wasn’t Anny. It was the lady that held onto me throughout the plane ride. When the pilot announced the nature of the weather and the experience thereafter, the lady had sprung up from her seat and made her way to mine. She had rushed a quick 'pardon me' before sliding into the seat next to me. Her voice was the first thing I noticed. It sounded so much like Anny’s. She was scared. She had told me that one of her worst fears was to die alone in a plane crash. So, whenever she heard such announcements from the pilots, she attaches herself to someone. When the turbulence began, she had grabbed onto my arm and held on for her dear life, irrespective of the seat belts that kept her in place. She had her eyes tightly shut as if she was expecting the worst to happen. H
Our Hearts Beat For Anne A Glimpse of Her
Vincent I almost jumped out of the car when we pulled in front of the hotel’s lobby. I’ve never been happy to see a hotel. Anything to get me away from those chattering boxes. More of their friends, both Indians and non-Indians were outside waiting to receive them. I took that as an opportunity to slip away. Moreover, I’d already thanked them as soon as we arrived. I went straight to the reception, gave the attendant my details, and was immediately given my hotel pass and room key. I thanked them and was off into the big maze of a hotel, accompanied by the porter. The hotel is a ten-story building that covered a large expanse of land, one of its kind in the little, bubbly town of Umende. It had state-of-the-art features but according to my research on it, it had been erected for ages past and has been renovated to suit the century. We entered the elevator to the tenth floor and went down a hallway filled with artifacts of different shapes and sizes; plant and flower pots that wer
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