Jake I'm not a very talkative person... or well. I talk easily to those close to me, and then I act reserved toward newcomers. I've always been like this, even from a young age. This made it hard for me to make friends as a kid, but I was never bothered by that. Winnie, my childhood friend and old
I snort, and Winnie turns tense when I gather her long blonde hair in my hands. It smells like fruity shampoo, and I have to fight every instinct telling me to hug the shit out of her. I'm not a cuddler, but my brain betrays me whenever I'm next to Winnie. I distract myself by talking. "I just do.
Winnie Ritva's kitchen is spotless. The floor is immaculate. Every little nook and cranny has been polished and cleaned. The handles of every cabinet are neat, and I feel so freaking proud of myself. "Good job, Winnie!" I tell myself as I wipe my forehead on the back of my hand, smiling at the spa
I laugh. "Wife-hunting..." He winks at me. "Yeah, so chop-chop, I need to hear this. Tell me about the woman we 'jocks' like to date." "Hmm, let's see... the women your kind is interested in never have a bad hair day. Neither do they ever fart nor use the toilet. They are tall, with shiny hair, an
Winnie No matter what, I can't get over how huge Jake is. His fat, veiny cock is in my mouth, but I can't fit the entire thing without breaking my jaw. My mouth is already cramping, but I can't stop sucking him. I'm too turned on. Too desperate for his forgiveness to ever stop. It also works in J
Winnie I'm lounging on the couch and wondering what I should do with my life. My exams are over, and endless time is on my hands. I will intern at Tobias's company in a couple of weeks, but right now, my life is dull. I don't even have friends to hang with... like, why am I living in this city whe
I groan at myself, close to pulling my hair. "You put yourself in this situation, Winnie... there is no one to blame but yourself... you basically said you didn't want Jake. Then you find out he is a walking fantasy, and then you're reminded of how awesome he is... typical." Defeated, I curl up on
Mark "Good morning! I'm sorry that my office is a bit messy. As I mentioned, I moved cities a week ago, and I haven't unpacked everything yet," Linda, my therapist, smiles at me from her seat. "How are you?" I force a smile onto my lips. This is the second time I've been to Linda's office this wee
Linda It’s my first Christmas with Mark, and I couldn’t be any happier. I spent all morning cooking and putting the final touches on the tree. I forced Mark to sleep over and make cookies with me the night before. At first, he was grumpy and complaining, but then he got into the spirit after I let
Mark nods and takes my hand, leading me outside. The rest of the family is gathered around the picnic table, chatting and laughing. Julian, Mark’s stepfather, is flipping burgers on the grill. He just seems like a normal guy, I think to myself. Mark’s older brother, Tobias, smiles at us. “Welcome,
Linda Saturday came too fast. I’m pacing back and forth as I’m a nervous wreck. I’m meeting Mark’s family today, and he is standing there grinning like it’s no big deal while I try to calm my nerves. We have been dating for a month, and this is my first time meeting his family, so it’s a big deal
Linda’s face lights up. “Really? I’m looking forward to meeting her too!” she exclaims, wrapping her arms around my neck and giving me a kiss. I chuckle and kiss her back. “I told you there was nothing to worry about.” “I know, but meeting your family is a big deal, you know?” she says, looking at
Mark A few weeks later. I can’t believe it. Linda and I are dating, and I feel like my head is in the clouds. Since when did I become such a sucker for love? I have no idea. We have been dating for a month now, and never in my life did I imagine I would be lounging on the sofa next to a beautif
Damn it. I’m a full grown woman; I shouldn’t be floating on cloud nine. Neither should I be falling for Mark this quickly, but I can’t fight the warm emotions growing within me. I wrap my arms around Mark’s neck, deepening the kiss as I let go of my inhibitions. His hands move higher up my thighs,
Linda I panic when I open my eyes and see thick, muscular arms wrapped around me. My ex-husband is dead, and I haven’t spent the night with anyone in forever. All logic leaves my brain, and I scream before bolting up from bed. It doesn’t matter that I was the one who invited Mark to my home. I’m n
“You have the most perfect tits,” he grunts. “I can’t stop myself from playing with them.” I crack my eyes open and stare at his large pectoral muscles that easily rival the size of my breasts. But don’t get me wrong. My breasts are by no chance small. It’s just that Mark is a fucking beast. “Your
“Oh, please.” “Say it again.” “What?” I ask, my voice is slightly shaky. “That you need me,” his voice has gone lower, and I shudder at the authority in it. Mark is normally as tame as a lamb, but it seems like there is a more dominant nature to him in bed. It turns me on even more. He might be