Without being able to do anything I called him, but he did not answer the phone, I wanted to chase him to find him, but at that moment I realized that there was nothing I knew about him. I was so foolish to ignore him for so long that I lost contact with him instantly. He protected me throughout the trip, and his last act was to save my identity.It was hard to say, but that job was what I was back then, and he understood instantly. I, unable to see beyond what was in front of me, let myself be carried away by my need to explain everything, and that feeling that I had inside me now on was lost in my need to give it a name.The explanation he had given me about love was quite simple and straightforward, and for the first time, I had understood it, but I felt that now it was too late, and it would be useless to understand that feeling now if the person for whom I felt had left.The following days were gray for me, I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and I ke

I got to the right place, and it was a cozy restaurant, small but very pretty in its facade. It had the image of a kitchen knife next to a shiny word called Richie’s.It was a beautiful place and entering, and I saw how all the empty tables gave a feeling of space. A bossa-nova sounded in the distance while Richard looked at me from the bar. His chef’s uniform fit him as well as ever, and looking at me calmly, he smiled. He did not say anything. Only with his hand, he indicated the tables urging me to take one.I walked up to where he was and sitting at the bar, and I said, “I will eat here! I want to see the chef work! “He smiled at my request and calmly walked to the other side, and taking the ingredients with a soul, and he began to prepare the food. He cut and prepared the cuts with delicacy, and while he looked at me, he said, “How is the agency?”I looked at him directly and calmly said, “I do not know! Goo

James, nicely dressed in a pair of light brown Khaki pants and a navy blue t-shirt, stepped into the front porch of where he lived. He checked his watch, nodding while making a guess he would arrive twenty minutes to the scheduled time.He grinned in the knowledge she would arrive late. Experience has taught him that, but he did not mind. He knew she could have opted to pick him up, but James had tried to avoid the favor during most of the occasions.He had made an extra effort to look and smell good today, though, fantasizing about his best friend while getting ready. He had noticed, watched her breasts grow to fully molded perfection, swallowing at how her nipples popped behind the braless light t-shirt when they went swimming.Her thick, delicious chocolate thighs and the now blossoming curves had highlighted her womanity, and she seemed more self-conscious of that than she had been earlier, judging from changes in her dressing code recently and how she was c

She spread the wet pre-ejaculation juices on the dick over the tip, placing it back in her opening, trying to push it in. She loudly exclaimed, cursing as James pushed the cock in her. He withdrew, having only managed to make a quarter of his massive member in her and, with a powerful stroke and her scream, smashed his huge dick fully home, deep in her pussy.He groaned, feeling the tight pussy walls pressing against his massive member as he withdrew. James slowly built momentum, stroking her in long, full thrusts as she screamed in a combination of pure ecstasy and some pain. He gripped her round butt cheeks, turning her in a doggy style, tapped her  pussy lips with his dick before smashing it back in her as she sucked at the air.He continued the exploits, grabbing her hair from behind, smashing long deep strokes as she cried, asking for more. Building a fast, consistent momentum, James felt her muscles tightening is probably a build-up to another organism. He m

Standing in the balcony grills, staring into the abyss, dressed in just a vast t-shirt, is Millie Johnson. Outside the apartment is a modern harbor, a serene, beautiful beach, bathing in breath taking orange rays of sunrise and amongst the most amazing beautiful sights, anyone can behold. She is up early, just like the previous morning before this after sleep stints of amnesia.A few other people are also up early to admire and take photos of the beautiful sunrise. But Millie doesn’t notice any of this or, more precisely, pretends not to, her mind having drifted off away in a dreamy, wishing kind of state. She takes in deep breaths of air, hoping the suffocating feel subsides, but that does not help either.It has been two months since she left her home town and flown to the City of Dodoma for her University education. She would have wished for a university closer home, but this was the best Media institution in the whole region, and she was determined to emerge