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DIRTY DESIRES FIREWORK FESTIVAL
The city's phenomenal West coastline is an idyllic place to drive where the land meets the sea. The entire route is breathtakingly beautiful, and the picturesque lighthouse that lies ahead brings irresistible charm. The pulsing heart of the sea causes a gentle swell and the waves cascade onto the shore. The palm trees are lined in serried rows and dip their heads in obedience to the sea. Series of streetlights lit the coastal road. The sea’s indefinable beauty reveals a galaxy of otherworldly scents. The pelagic smell of the salty waves lingered on her nostrils.Boarded on his Aston Martin, Mort and Sumire are on their way to Erétria City. They traverse the long coastal road under the Full moon. No vehicles running that night except for them. The cold breeze gently kissed her rosy cheeks and her long midnight dancing in the unseen current.While the hunk man was driving her to the city's famous festival, Sumire was busy exploring Mort's abs feeling the deep narrow lines of his well-def
DIRTY DESIRES DEAD RATS
A cold breeze swept across her face while staring deeply into his orbs of green. Him between her tighs, a number of rockets continue to explode into the night space creating thousands of splendid luminescent green colors behind him matches his eyes. Her gaze traveled down on his adam's apple moving up and down. From his masculine chest down to his well-built abdomen, an orb of sweats rolling and sexily dripped over her. His manly intoxicating aroma lingers in her nostrils made her heart thump. Her eyes went back to his face and admired his exquisite looks, sculpted with perfection. It took almost half a minute before Mort broke their intense gazes."Wear this," Mort ordered as he handed his shirt to her.Sumire's face blushed when she saw herself almost naked. Mort dressed her in his big black t-shirt that almost reached her knee. 'I feel like ... dirty ...' she utters in her mind.Cheeks burning in red, Sumire quickly put on the panty that slid down her left leg. While Mort took the
DIRTY DESIRES AM I REALLY THE MISTRESS?
4:00 AM. From the darkened room only the source of moonlight lit the room, now set on the West horizon, Mort stays awake. The maiden in his arms slept soundly and deeply, now hugging him tightly. His eyes dawned on her perfectly sculpted face. He's been staring at her for hours. Every exquisite detail of her visage was now carved on his mind. He let his arm be her pillow. She snuggles. Lips slightly parted, her face still pressed against his wide chest and there Sumire cutely snoring.Thirty minutes have passed, and Mort decided to get up. Gently and slowly, he removed her arms enwrapped him. She slightly moaned so Mort gave her a pillow to embrace. After he manages to escape the maiden's tight embrace, Mort steals one last glance before closing the bedroom door. Wearing a black boxer with no upper garment, revealing his raw masculine chest, he went to the kitchen counter and started to get busy.Mort prepares a traditional breakfast for the maiden. A delicious art of buttermilk pancak
DIRTY DESIRES GIFT
A great pang gripped Sumire's heart. Her body went numb and her vision blurry. Her pair of midnight eyes bleed with pain. A series of orbs of tears dripped into her beautiful midnight eyes while her hand clutched her chest. She hid in a massive cylindric wall of the basement near her parked car. Sumire felt her heart break into tiny pieces and it left her huge damage inside. The maiden silently cried and she restrained herself from sobbing as she watched the approaching happy family walking in her direction.Sumire dramatically grips her chest. Her choppy breathing and watery eyes remained for quite some time. She stands hidden in there unmoving. "...hic...I won't wipe these bitter tears from my eyes and even in this way, it will obscure the reality that has slapped me." Sumire started chewing on her lower lip and her eyes welled up with tears, she was truly hurt. '...no words can describe how my feelings have been emotionally tortured....' she added. Tears continued to stream down her
DIRTY DESIRES YELENA
Look stiff and uncomfortable with his sister, Trevor was restless in his seat. He could hear his own heartbeat; he could even hear his nervous breaths. His uneasiness doubles when he hears Sumire's name and the gift from the lips of his older sister, Yelena."Why does it have to be her?"Jaw-clenched, Trevor asked making Yelena an eyebrow at him. The tall woman confidently crossed her legs, lowers her big sunglass and slide it down to her pointed nose, and flashed a smirk."Why not her?"Yelena asked, head slightly tilted on the side. Oozing much more power and authority than him, Trevor bent his head down after her. He couldn't meet his sister's sinister gaze."Do you like her?"Yelena asked in a cold tone when she couldn't get an answer from Trevor. Lips firmly closed, the young man heaves a deep sigh."No, but she's my friend and someone close to me. Sumire is more like a little sister to me."Trevor abruptly answers. The traces of good and sincerity can be seen in his eyes. Yelena
DIRTY DESIRES CALM BEFORE THE STORM
A deafening silence reigns inside the executive room of the MDA building. The moment was so tense that, when the tip of the gun pounded on the table, making a sound, they both jumped except for a man sitting majestically holding the gun and leaning his massive frame against the swivel chair, both legs were crossed beneath the table. His cold gaze was piercing and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.Klauss, Mischa, Laurel, and the twins, Leroy and Lyric sitting on the sofa were restless, fixed their eyes on the gun Mort was holding. They gasped whenever it was pointed at one of them and with just one click from it someone will surely die in instant. None of them attempted to talk to the Boss as they were overwhelmed with fear of the gun would fire at them."What is happening to him?" Mischa asked Klauss in almost a whisper who stood next to the girl's side without taking his eyes off the gun in his Boss's hand."....." Klauss remained unmoved and just shrug."Ask him." Mort's spoiled b
DIRTY DESIRES TARGET
The bright light of the horizon on the east carefully infiltrated the light blue sky, and the new day gradually moved from afar. At 8 AM, the sun rose bright and fair. Morning dawned with low-hanging clouds. The gentle southerly wind swiped across the city with a myriad of people. Everywhere, there is vigor and vitality. Everything is pure and refreshing. She gazed at the city around her. The sun's rays peeked over the neighboring buildings. Sumire arrives at the building owned by Trevor in her fancy sports car.She park in the basement of the building where the co-actor was waiting patiently for her. Trevor gave her a warm and welcoming smile. The man himself opened the car's door for her. Looking simply expensive, Sumire emerges from the place wearing her oversized white T-shirt that length to her thighs revealing her long defined legs, a pair of shoes, big sunglasses, and a black mask. She was wearing a black cap that covered most of her head. The air was cool, gently stroking her f
DIRTY DESIRES SPECIAL DAY
The moon merges with the shimmering stars and consumes the night with a palpitating aura of magical enlightenment. Sitting next to the window, the maiden looking at the constellation of stars, can't help but stretch out her hand, facing the sky of the serene night. It seems to use the bright scorpion to tell a beautiful fairy tale. It perfectly matches her pair of midnight eyes twinkling in delight. She can't wait to have the precious thing in her hand she desires for a long time. Ever since the tall, paled woman arrived and met Yelena at the boutique, Sumire has noticed that Trevor is always out of his character. The man frequently delays if he answers her. He had a pale complexion and his hands were as cold as ice. He always gets jumpy every time she touches him and couldn't sit still. Even the blind person can feel the young man's fear of his older sister. Sumire couldn't understand why Trevor was terrified of his sister but she didn't bother to find out more, especially since Yelen
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DIRTY DESIRES EPILOGUE
FIVE BEAUTIFUL YEARS LATER...10 pm. The sound of flesh slapping, grunts, and moans echoing the corners of the dark master bedroom with only small light from the lampshade lit the place. Raw naked above the king-size bed and under the thick blanket, Mort was enjoying his wife's body."Mmmm... yeaahhh aahh..." Sumire moaned. Toes curled and legs quivered from the delicious release as Mort captured her lips and milked her. Her husband had brought her to seventh heaven.Bodies connected, Mort was on top of her, dominating her. He moved again after cumming so much inside her. He pleasure Sumire with his delicious strokes, pounding her in a steady rhythm. He kissed her impatiently and infinitely. It's been eight months since he had not touched his wife after she gave birth to their second baby. Their princess. "You're tight and feel so good, wife. So damn good." Mort huskily said, growling feral as his eyes inflamed with lust and desire.Sumire bit her lower lip and dug her nails into his
DIRTY DESIRES MR. AND MRS. ASLANOV
In a cozy room lying on the Queen-side bed, Sumire was in a strange dream. A man at the Shrine of Death appeared in her sweet slumber and they shared a kiss again. Only this time, the stranger was awake with his face still blurry in her vision. The man kisses her with a gentle rhythm and went intensely deeper. She kissed him back with the same intensity. She is no longer that 13 years old and the stranger man she kissed now was grown older than his age. In just a second, Sumire was surprised when she found themselves already on the bed in the massive master bedroom. She tried to see the man's visage but failed because of the blinding light around him. "Who are you?" Sumire asked when the man spared her lips. The stranger did not answer her question.Shivering, her hair stood on end when she reach and touched the man's face. It was hairy. Sumire withdraw her hands and slowly, the blinding light on the man's face faded and revealed the head of the hungry shark with its saliva dripping
DIRTY DESIRES SURPRISE
The night sky was aglow with the bright pale crescent moon rising from the east shone like a silvery claw in the dark. The maiden looked up at the blanket of stars that stretched to infinity and the sound of crickets hums in the air. Sitting on the balcony of her room under the ablazing stars, embedded in the serene night sky, Sumire sat on the rocking chair. The maiden seems lost into the infiniteness of the black beauty, gazing at the constellation of Orion and scorpion painting the serene night. The gentle touch of the breeze kisses her rosy cheek and skin. She imagined herself as the moon and the twinkling stars were her and Mort's babies."The moon sure looks beautiful tonight," Sumire said with a smile. A cold wind blows past her. It whips out all her anxiety and stress. Instinctively, she closed her eyes. The night deepened and the maiden is unbothered by getting cold. This is the most soothing feeling ever!The night zephyr wind gently stirred her long hair and it soothes her
DIRTY DESIRES SHOPPING
Morning came, the sun rose bright and fair. In the sunshine the air was warm, and that warmth was particularly pleasant with the invigorating freshness of the morning. Mort returns home to the Brethren city and headed straight into the Aslanovs' manor after he talks to Sumire's family. Emerge from his phantom car, Mort felt a surge of happiness in his veins. The news elevated his mood. He couldn’t think of a time he’d ever been happier. The hunk never imagined himself in these situations but this is him now, he felt like an ordinary person.Mort unconsciously hums as he strode toward the manor. With a calm and cool demeanor, a charming smile curved on his lips. All he knows he is deeply delighted. "Is that really our Master?""I have never seen Master like this...""I think Master was just reborn from being a demon."Mouth left hanging open, the maidservants stare at him completely awestruck as he passed by. They all lined up and held their gaze, struck by the light aura around him.
DIRTY DESIRES GONE TOO FAR
12:30. The blazing midday sun shone relentlessly and the sunlit skyscrapers pierced the hot, blue sky. The peaceful summertime was filled with the small wind and the buzzing sounds of cicadas echoing around. It's been two days since Lyric and Leroy arrived at Francois. The temperature was scorching and the intense heat was burning their skin. The twins were outdoors working under the burning sun and the third day of their torment."I didn't sign up for this," Leroy complained as he pulled a bunch of weeds from Chadwick's garden. Lyric, on the other hand, trimmed the bermuda grass with hair clippers. It would have been easy for them if Sumire had just let them use the gardener's tools at Chadwick's manor but the maiden wants to torture them. The two of them had thought that they would just watch over her, accompany and guard her wherever she roams and, as Narco said, cook her favorite cuisine. The twins ask Mort to teach them how to cook but they couldn't use what they learn when they
DIRTY DESIRES DOUBLE TROUBLE
The sun peeked at the East horizon, with warm beams piercing through the fluffy rosy clouds. The birds keep chirping, and the breeze is cool. The first rays of dawn seeped into her room with their golden magic, spreading various hues of silver and gold. The morning was exceedingly beautiful!Long and dark wavy eyelashes slowly flutter, Sumire wakes up with a beaming smile and felt light within. She feels a sudden feeling of serenity flowing through her veins. All the negative vibes and emotions vanished in just one night. It's like she just got cleanse or whatever.Her morning is now invigorating that even if she sees the person she loathes, her day won't be ruined. Sumire's smile widened when she remembered how wonderful her dream was last night. She felt like it was real!The maiden yawned and rose from the white sheet, stretching her body from side to side before getting out of her bed. Sumire sauntered to the window and opened it. The beautiful garden below the room greeted her. Ho
DIRTY DESIRES EMPTY SHELL
It's been days since Blanche was worried sick about her cousin. It is unusual for Sumire to skip breakfast and became silent. She doesn't even eat the hidden snacks in the big fridge inside her room. She no longer touches her favorite unnamed dessert, like her cravings for fruit and ice cream, marshmallows, and milkshakes she dearly loves. It's also rare to see the maiden never fights Narco when she is the one who consumed her own food. Though Sumire was no longer crying than the last time, she can be seen hugging the hotdog pillow while staring into the nothingness. She doesn't utter even a single word and just stays in the same position. Blanche sighed heavily as if Sumire was like a broken living doll now. Her eyes freeze. She doesn't bother to blink. Those orbs seem like a hole of dark abyss; dull and dead. No sign of emotions cruising in her beautiful pair of midnight orbs. She no longer cares to fix her messy hair. Sumire used to put on light makeup to make her babies look han
DIRTY DESIRES MISSING HIM
Wearing his famous stoic face, Mort was facing the screen of his computer while hands were busy fiddling on the keyboard, Leroy and Lyric were restless in their seats. Narco sent them a message with random letters and numbers and they couldn't decipher it properly. What he sent to them made no sense. The twins think that maybe it was just a prank by Narco. But his message hasn't gone off their minds. Sitting on the sofa, Leroy and Lyric tried to call Narco but the phone seemed to be turned off. They failed to reach him. Sighing heavily, they wish to know Narco's exact location. The twins hope they could leave the place and would look for Narco. Leroy and Lyric instinctively turn their gaze on someone in the room. Klauss, who had been looking at his phone, added to their worries. Even their Boss's secretary was busy, every now and then he glances at the phone as if waiting for a call or message from someone. Although they have a hunch he is waiting for Laurel, they are still unsure ab
DIRTY DESIRES CRAVE
Eyes lazily open, Narco got up after a series of knocks on his bedroom door. Those thuds from the door were too loud as if there was a killer inside the house. His pair of golden orbs looked at the glow-in-the-dark wall clock on the ceiling and it was two in the morning. He was about to go back to bed when someone outside his door screamed."Narcoooo!" Sumire shouted loudly like a landowner as if the young man owed her a debt. Fury made her feet strike the ground in heavy clomps. With messy bed hair, Narco stood up in his boxers not bothering to cover himself with a towel or sheets. He then proceeds and opened the door to see the maiden blushed with anger. Cheeks grow scarlet and swollen from shouting. Her scorching death glare was directed at him and both hands were on her waist."I want to eat." Sumire greeted him with a scowl as if Narco had the pot of food with him. The young man raised his eyebrows. Stand taller than her, Narco's eyes went blank and hovered over her. He didn't
