He cuddled her in her dreams, that realm of unrestricted possibilities which afforded her the luxury of being in his arms, his voice whispering to her in that low guttural tone that sent her juices flowing. His breath was fanning her ears, his palms running through her body. And how quickly did such romantic fantasy take an erotic turn? Those fingers which had known her most intimate places slipped into her tight opening, finding her wet and ready like a flower, her nectars flooding his thick fingers. His thumb rubbed against her clitoris in a slow circular motion, eliciting a loud moan from her. And inducing a flood of juices down her body which soon started to make her uncomfortable... It was almost as if she were... Clara's eyes snapped open, awakened by her heavy bladder which was almost quite ready to send it raining down her thighs. With a low curse, she dashed out of bed and found her way to the bathroom, her eyes shut in ecstatic relief as the heavy burden of biological ne
"You... That was manipulation!" "But do you want to leave me, honestly?" He still hadn't let her go, although his fingers had ceased to be in her walls and breasts. His arms were now wrapped around her, his nose buried in her neck. The scent of her arousal was fresh in his fingers irrespective of his having sucked them clean.She couldn't think with his body that close to hers, her brain breaking that chain of rationality which ought to be making her push him away.Andre didn't exactly exude green flags, but red had never been so attractive as it was on him. She wasn't supposed to get intimate with him again till she straightened the vagueness of their relationship, yet here she was, her hair plastered to his chest as though it belonged there."I... You hurt me." The words managed to leave her lips, proclaiming the honesty she hadn't planned to tell him. Her heart ached as flashes of those ugly scenario made a gallery in her mind, and it reflected in her eyes which became downcast, s
With the lights flooding the room, Andre swallowed hard, his erect cock throbbing in response to that natural attraction he had never been able to fight. She was beauty and strength laced with delicacy and aphrodisia. Her cat-like green eyes mirrored the haunting desire which overwhelmed and weakened him to a state of powerlessness, that creamy porcelain skin making a play of the glow of the white sheets as she lay on it.She was everything and every fucking thing he had never imagined, and his fingers reached for her gently, his cautious steps mirroring his fear of being burned in the glowing fires of her light. She watched him with confused eyes which reflected varying emotions, but one was clear. Irrespective of what she couldn't understand, she knew the place of interest which afforded them a mutual understanding, and didn't waste time acting on it.Wordlessly, she started that agonisingly slow seductive act of spreading her photographic built legs, exposing that beautiful apex
Gonzalo López had never looked more uncomfortable than he did at that moment, losing all the composure Clara had known him for. It was as though he was ready to bury himself deep in the ground, while at the same time the situation before him seemed too surreal to be believed. For Clara who had just been caught by the person she worked with at the office, she could only imagine if this was how Andre had felt when she had unmasked him at the club.Because right now, her first instinct was to wish that the chief secretary would be transferred to as far as Afghanistan where she wouldn't have to set her eyes on him again. Her cheeks were sure flooded with obvious shades of deep embarrassment, judging by the hotness which was currently spreading through her blood. "Mr. Gonzalo, you came to see Clara I suppose?" Her eyes flew to her boss who had suddenly regained that composure he used at the office which made him stay in control of the most dire situations. But although she had never ima
It had been that blissful over the past week; serenity washed over her soul as his body wrapped around hers, his warmth and heartbeat entangled with hers in the most beautiful rhythmical dance of the salsa. Calming and soothing and yet arousing, being with Andre surpassed what she had dreamed of.It could almost be properly said that he lived in her apartment now; her bathtub was lined with his body products and her closet held some of his clothes and shoes and underwear. Not that he needed them when he was with her anyway, but he wasn't unemployed like her and still went to work from her house. The beautiful articles of clothing he wore however made a trail on the floors as soon as he returned to her apartment, his lips descending on hers.Sometimes he was quite busy with his laptop or spent his time on the phone giving instructions, a sight which was always hilarious to her because he was clad in his glowing tanned skin most of the time, and she found her naughty side reaching for h
Shimmering sweaty bodies who craved the worst cruelty of torture were bound to the confinement of handcuffs, their silhouette the most mesmerising sight for people who got off on sadism and masochism. They twisted their arched bodies beneath the dark grey lights, their cries muffled by the balls restraining their lips. Not that their screams of pleasure could pierce through the walls anyway; the rooms were as soundproofed as the identity of the club patrons which had been protected for years. Until a certain young man had found his hands on the database in the guise of registering to join the club. Well, his best part of programming was getting rid of bugs, that and hacking into systems of high corporate organisations which had dared cross him, and helping them decrypt and filter their information according to his idea of what would be important to them. Everything had been going in accordance with his plans, until Luca had detected that virus lurking around the club. There wasn't
Clara adjusted her sunshades as she rolled her box away from the airport terminal, her slender body clad in a bright yellow summer dress which rode down to her ankles, her exposed arms glowing with the natural tan she had acquired from hours of working on the farm.It had been good to be home, but it felt even better returning to the setting sun of Manhattan which didn't signal the end of a busy day. People briskly made their way past her, hurrying to catch the next flight. If it were a weekend, people like Andre would only be preparing for their night ventures at the club. Thoughts of him reminded her of the message he had left just before she boarded a flight; precise and detailed in informing her that someone would come to pick her up at the airport. She was smiling again as she thought of him, which was virtually all she had done since that gesture of reconciliation between them. He had called every evening to ask how her day had been and without making any pretence, she had be
"More wine?" Clad in dark tailored pants whose colour matched the T-shirt with the top two buttons open, and holding a bottle of red wine which he held towards her, Andre looked every bit the seductive chef who lured people with the both kinds of food.Both which were appetising and made Clara feel that surge of uncontrollable urge to ravish them all the time.Andre made a hell of an amazing cook, a discovery which surprised her as well as it turned her on even more. Dinner had been like a private cocktail party with the perfect ravioli and grilled chicken, and she had of course cleared her plate, eating so much that her stomach felt the impact.She shook her head, her eyes mirroring the kind of satisfaction they always had after rounds of sexual sessions with him. "No, can't take anything else." A familiar teasing smirk graced his beautiful lips as he brought the bottle closer and poured for himself, twirling the glass cup in between his fingers. "You can't taking ANYTHING ELSE, su