DATES “Ten dates before y’all fuck? What is this? The eighteenth century?” Jessica barks out a laugh. I let out a sigh, that was the exact question I asked myself when I heard it. But he was pretty adamant on that, he would not be persuaded. “I'm surprised she pulled off the confession for someone who cannot keep a straight face whilst talking about love.” I look up at Cecilia who was sucking out of a bottle that was clearly for Prudy. “That’s for Prudy. Also, why are you here?” She shrugged,“You called for an intervention, I came over.” I knew her creating the group text was a bad idea. Jessica nor Cecilia responded to my messages if I didn’t drop them in the group texts. A bunch of weirdos. “What are you planning?”I throw my hands up in the air as a sign of tiredness. “I have no plans. That’s the reason I called for the intervention in the first place.” “You can give up. I mean dates aren’t like love speeches; you actually have to spend ti

COMPLIMENT “It’s a surprise is all I can tell you at the moment.” Is what he kept repeating after announcing that he already had our first date planned out. And what is even more surprising is the fact that I absolutely cannot wait for the date itself. Which is funny since, I never wanted to go in the first place. “Can you at least give me a hint? So I know how to dress up?” “Dress as you please, you will look perfect, like always.”I groan. Trying to ignore the compliment, which is obviously not working since I am blushing profusely. What is wrong with me anyway? “What if I dress all businessy and this place requires casual? What happens then?” “It won't be affecting anything. You'll be fine. Now stop trying to find out. It’s a surprise.” Another groan from my end. He laughs.“Drive safely okay?” I sit in the driver’s seat, the door wide open and he stands at the door. He never looked less delicious. With his dishevelled hair and his sweat shirt. No

PUNISHMENT His mouth was soft against mine. We move together in sync, a slow and deliberate dance with our mouths. Fireworks exploded on every part of me that his mouth touches. I loved the heat that came from them, so I demanded more. I pushed my body down into his, pressing our bodies until his arm wraps around my waist. Needing more than that, I raise my knee slowly to his thighs. Feeling the swell of an obvious bulge, I smirk against his lips. This time, I pull myself up from his body, his arm around me slack enough for me to move around freely. I pull myself into a sitting position, directly above the bulge. The kiss doesn’t worry or wane as I move up his body. My legs on either sides of his body. Knees tucked close to him, and ankles even closer. Slowly grinding my waist against his body, moving up and down, slightly touching the mould of dick in his pants. I particularly enjoy his hisses and sharp breaths when my ass comes in contact with the swolle

MAN “Jake.” Vaughn warns again. Jake raises his palms facing upward in surrender. “I wish I had information for you, but unfortunately I know nothing. You really have to go through with his terms and conditions.” I chuckle,“That is exactly what I called it too.” He shakes his head with a laugh at his best friend, I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that they are best friends. “You of all people should have gotten right into it, he must really like the rules for them to apply to you too.” “Me too? What does that mean?” I watch him closely, with his eyes on Vaughn, he seemed to understand unspoken words because he just laughs and shakes his head again. “I will let the man speak for himself.” The man in question seems to be impatient, he keeps tapping his feet. “How come I haven’t seen you around him? Before tonight I could have sworn I knew his tight knit circle.” He burst out laughing. “Tight knit circle. Fancy words for loner. But he

SHOWTIME He hands me a cup of iced water which I gratefully accept. For his sake I do try to take small sips but that is the most I can do so I push the glass away from me. “I thought you promised no more tears.” He says, sitting beside me and wiping the stray tear from my cheek. “I know I said I won’t cry any more so Prudy won't have to worry about me. I’m sorry I’m such a mess.” He pulls me close to him, forcing me to look up at him. “Hey, you aren’t a mess. You are human, showing emotions is part of the baggage. It’s sad that you had to be separated from her like that and you are allowed to feel sad.” I sniffle and say nothing whilst watching him through glassy eyes. “Okay?” he urges.I nod.“Verbal response. I need you to respond verbally.” That brings back memories. Those were things he said in my fantasies. I give him a puzzled look.“Yes.”“Good girl.”Was it just me? Or was my fantasy professor coming out at the moment? “We should have stayed