If someone had asked me a week ago, I would have said I would never be seen buying one of those bridal magazines. However, the expert on the subject – my newlywed secretary – told me it was impossible to plan a wedding without resorting to them.Of course, I had managed to organize my wedding without the help of any of those glossy magazines, but look at the result. A fleeting episode of three months of marriage that marred my thirty-two years of immaculate singleness.Ironically, it was now up to me, with a little help from my sisters Kathleen and Janaina, to plan the perfect wedding. Two weeks in advance.No, not mine, it doesn't stop me from making mistakes, but I've been trying my hardest not to repeat this one, so I kind of let go of men.My youngest sister, Marcela, will be the bride who will march down the aisle. A wedding march she's dreamed of ever since, at the age of five, she threw engaged Barbie into Ken's arms.Marcela is going to marry Matheus, her soul mate since high
Damien Black smiled at the intriguing woman in the next seat. That sexy teacher who I was reviewing University of Sydney exams, but I didn't have an Australian accent. A woman whose telephone conversation had given him a stressful headache. The intellectualoid snob who thought her novels were superficial crap. Not that he disagreed with that opinion, necessarily, but damn! he had fun writing that superficial junk beyond profitable! He had the best job universe, fuck: making up stories, playing with imaginary friends and getting paid well for that. That teacher intrigued him not just because she was hot, in a subtle, elegant way. He wondered how she would react when she found out he was the guy whose books she had belittled, but Damien preferred to contain his need to satisfy his curiosity. They they had a long flight ahead of them and could turn the trip into something really fun. Like this, he thought the chances would be better if that woman knew him before she knew his
This hot man, this... Day... had he really said what I thought I heard? stunnedand suspicious, I asked:"What do you mean, interested?" Interested in what way?He gave me the sexiest smile imaginable.“The normal way.Yes. In the normal way a man showed interest in a woman. Usualfor him — which was a no-brainer — but definitely not for me. My skin got hotas if I had a fever, and I felt my pulse in my throat. Something else pulsed between themy legs. My dormant sex drive seemed to have woken up.No man has ever looked at me that way. Jeffrey's interest had beenimmensely flattering and seductive, but his eyes had never shown that warmth thatde Day possessed. From my ex, I had, of course, learned that his interest was inappropriation of my research, and the sex we shared was just an added benefit tohe.And Jeffrey was, let's face it, a short, prematurely bald professor who, inhis best days, and with goodwill, we could call it interesting... It was not even alittle like the star
So, she thought he was handsome. Damien smiled smugly.“Hold that thought, Professor. It might come in handy later.When she discovered his identity.Theresa frowned, clearly not understanding, thank goodness. Then she stretched andfiddled with the seat controls.- Some problem? he asked.— I want to adjust the back and raise the footrest."Here." He leaned over her, and when he found control, his hand brushed her thigh.One thigh warm and firm under her cotton pants. - Give me your hand.Hesitantly, she let him take it and place it on the lever, resting his hand over hers toguide her.“Like this,” he explained. "You slide the lever like this and use your feet to push theforward support.“Thanks, I understand.Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand and let it settle on its own."I'm not used to traveling on business," she said. - My budget doesn'tallows that, but this time I got an upgrade.— For long flights like this, it's preferable.His budget, thanks to Kalti Brown, afforded the l
I could have—probably should have—shunned Day, wrapped myself in my friend's cocoon.seat, turned on a light, started working on that wedding project.It would be too silly to let myself be seduced by a flirt like that, and I wasn't one.woman known for screwing up. Yet, oh God, he got me so turned on by that one.story of sharing dessert... Not to mention when he said that a woman like medeserves to be appreciated slowly and fully, and should feel beautiful and sexy.No man has ever made me feel this way. No wonder I never hadlots of motivation for sex, since no guy had ever made me this high before.Of course, it was just a series of compliments, but the truth is, I wasn't the type towoman that guys normally sang about. When was the last time even a manhad you flirted with me? When was the last time I had fun talking to a guy, and thatwasn't about sociological studies, but simply playing games of conquest?Games? Wait a minute, I didn't know how to joke. The prank gene had been
Damien smiled at the look of shock on Theresa's face."Don't do this to me," she said, looking at him over her glasses, one handabout the heart. - I thought you were sleeping.“And I was.He reached out and took her arm, because it was hard to look at her and not touch her. Yourmurmur had woken him up, but that woman was so beautiful that he couldn't stayupset about it. She messed with him too much. Smart, sassy, sexy, sensual – but alsowith a certain simplicity, like blushing with embarrassment for nothing and whispering to herself, whatmade it even more attractive.And it was so much fun to play with Theresa.“It's been hard to sleep through all this stuff about bureaucracy and justice of the peace and white ribbon.What the fuck is a justice of the peace anyway?Her face filled with embarrassment and she took off her glasses."Was I talking to myself again?" Sorry. A justice of the peace is the person who officiates amarriage."You academics know all the great expressions," h
I struggled with the button on Damien's pants. It wasn't like I was crazy with curiosityto know what a man's package would be like, but he had made me too excited, andeverything I saw and everything I touched suggested that his equipment must indeed beAmazing.His erection was so large that it stretched the fabric taut, and it was a struggle to force the button.metal through rough denim, and then another struggle to get that zipper down. But I persevered, and thedarn it slid down.The swollen head of his cock popped out of the top of his black briefs, damp with precum.An image of masculine vigor, the pure sensuality that made my body shudder.of will.Vaguely, I noticed him pushing his jeans down his legs, his boxer briefshugging the balls and tops of his muscular thighs, but all of a sudden, that was all gone.too, and I took a deep breath as my gaze fell across that rigid lengthpointing at me.I was right when I imagined it to be spectacular. In comparison, Jeffrey and my ot
Looking at Damien, I had a feeling this wasn't true. couldn't be mehere, in a luxury hotel on Waikiki Beach, with a man who had been voted one often sexiest singles in australia.A man who deserved that title. His body was incredible, hard and masculine, golden with hair.Sun. On that body, the dragon and sea eagle tattoos didn't look over the top or tacky,and they gave him an interesting advantage.Damien had a beautiful complexion, his features were strong. An illustration of how inheritancecrossbred could produce wonderful offspring. Oh yes, he was a feast for the eyes.But the most incredible thing was the burning flame in his gray eyes, the huge swollen penisfilling my hands. The indisputable proof of how aroused he was. For me. Oneacademic, not a sex goddess.Yet the heat that pulsed through me—that hardened my nipples, that leftmy pinker skin, which made me tingle and swell between my legs, was downright sexual. And theThe size of his erection, the desire in his eyes ma
The thought of eating breakfast sent an unexpected jolt of nausea through my body.stomach. Followed by another stronger one, and a moment later I was out of bed running to thebathroom.Leaning over the toilet, struggling to throw up, I cursed myself for eatinga lot the night before.Matt knocked on the locked door.— Merilee?“Go away.” Embarrassed, I sank to the cold floor. - Leave me alone."M, I want to come in." Let me help."No, I…" I stopped, the need to throw up again. When finally the stomachit was empty, I pressed the flush and scrambled to sit on the closed toilet seat.My stomach was settling, thanks... "Wait a minute," I said, my voice husky. —I am feeling better.Shakily, I got up to wash my face and brush my teeth, then opened the door tofind Matt, naked, leaning against the side wall.“I think I'm fine now,” I explained.Before I could walk towards the bed, he lifted me and carried me a few steps.Before I could walk towards the bed, he lifted me and carried me a
I remembered what Des had said when we were picking out clothes at the store. If youpick this one, girl, then show off in it!So I showed off, in a way I'd never had the courage or even the will.to do before. And the pirate strutted in response, his movements ever more brazen. Allit was so sensual that, yes, it made me think of sex. Dancing with Ray in his Zorro costume had beenfun until he got aggressive, but this time it was totally different.It was just because of the dancing, the music, I told myself as the music changed, umLatin number after another. The Latin dance was sensual. People danced like thatall the time, with confidence and skill. But I had never done that, and what the pirate and Iwe were dancing weren't the familiar steps, we created something of our own that seemed almost...erotic. My nipples were tight and sore and a warm, tempting throb continued topoke between my thighs.Not that I wanted to do anything about it. Not now, right afterMatt and I broke up
We used it for our joint calls was perched in the center of the table, next to avase of dahlias picked in the garden.Beside me, holding my hands, was Matt.Mom, who had rushed home from work earlier, sat down across from us andtook off his shoes. She rubbed her hands together.“This is going to be fun. James,” she said, impatient with Dad, who was rummaging around.in the fridge. - What are you doing?“Er, I forgot what I came here for.She rolled her eyes.“If he doesn't have a microscope, the man can't see.“I can see perfectly well. I just forgot what I'm looking for.“Milk,” she said. “For your grandson. Get used to it, you're going to do this to us a lot.next years.A few minutes later, he placed a glass of milk in front of me, touched the top of myhead in a brief caress, then sat down next to Mom. He examined it carefully.“You're not under a microscope, but you look pretty good for a grandma."Why, you..." Smiling, she gave him a gentle nudge. "Everyone here, and I hopeth
Merilee's voice invaded his fantasies.“Did I mention that one of the gifts at the bachelorette party was a pair of thong-type underwear withleopard print for you, wasn't it?It rocked his fantasy."For God's sake, there's no way I'm wearing a thong like that!""Coward." She straightened in her chair. "If I can, why can't you?"— It's just... I don't know... It looks ridiculous on guys...“Oh, so you've seen a lot of guys wearing this?- A few. In the locker rooms…” He grimaced, and lowered his voice even further. — the dickguy dangling and trapped by a strip of fabric and his ass popping out.Merilee's lips twisted upward as if she was fighting a smile.“My ass is popping out and you don't think that's stupid. And what's upwrong with having your, ah, dick stuck? The color rose in her cheeks. "Do you even have one?"beautiful dick...“Gee, thanks. ’ Knowing she thought so made him swell up again, and he wishedbe able to recover. “But, like, what if a guy gets hard? There's no plac
I told Matt that I wanted him to be honest. And how honest should I be with him?I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but this was important. I swallowed hard and said softly:“You are an easy going person. Most of the time that's fine, but it's like nothingtouched him deeply, you know? You don't show yourself passionate about things."I don't understand what you're saying," he said stiffly.— Yeah, when I was in that bad pain. You were so sweet, taking care of me, andsaid I should see a doctor. When I told you that my mother and mysisters said that colic was normal with menstruation, you backed off. Until at last, in the autumnIn the past, when I was dying, you got all initiative and practicallydragged to the doctor.Poor Matt, he looked so perplexed."Er... Are you saying this was good or bad?" I mean, I know well that a guy doesn'tmust push the woman around, but I was really worried, and I had reason to be,why...“Matt.” I held up my hand. “What you did was good. Yeah, you do
So that was what real betrayal tasted like. Matt left the pool area with a tastebitter in the mouth, feeling like you've been punched in the stomach. Well locked in yourIn his mind were images of the girl he had always loved, the one he was going to marry three years ago.days, laughing and joking with another guy. Going down a water slide with their bodies trapped, embraced,practically naked if it weren't for the wet bathing suits.His hands balled into fists and he wanted to dive into the pool and punch the guy. Butthen he remembered his mother saying: “Violence is never a solution. A strong man neverturn to her”. He was a better man than his father. And so the acidity that corrodedyour stomach.As he hurried back to the cabin, the images continued to race through his mind.and he couldn't erase them. That blonde girl he saw walking towards the pool calledyour attention for being very beautiful. He thought he looked like Merilee. Then he realized it was her,but in a tiny bik
Drinking coffee was better than lying in bed, so Matt got up early. At nightLast year, he had told his mother about the wedding and had to deal with fits of shock, anger andcompassion. She wanted to make him dinner, take care of him, but that was the kind of thing she couldn't do.could handle it, so he thanked her and said he needed to be alone.He thought about calling his friends, but there was no way they would sympathize. After all, alreadythey didn't understand why he wanted to stay with a single girl, much less get married so young.The only person he could talk to at a time like this had lost his mind.So, feeling very, very alone, he went outside and walked for hours, wandering the streetsas the afternoon turned into night. He was still walking when the kids came in.for dinner, while people watched TV or played games outside, and when peopleroom lights were turned off.When at last he felt his body exhausted, he went home and fell into bed, butmanaged to turn off the m
Hours later, after wedding chores, lunch, and morewedding appointments, Mark still hadn't called and I was seriouslydepressed. He'd done his best not to show it, but he knew he hadn't.achieved, because of the silent hugs of solidarity that my sisterscontinued to give me. As unhappy as I was, I enjoyed spending time with them.and feeling that rush of warmth and mutual support.However, I felt terrible about casting a gloomy mood in the last few days beforeMerilee's wedding. The visit to Grandma didn't help either. After her, M became almostas reserved as I am. We could take Grandma to the wedding, but would there beany hope that she was actually “there”?At the end of the afternoon, with the tasks for the day for the wedding completed, we send M toto her room to rest while Kat and I help Tree marinate the meat, potatoesand the onions from what she called “Damien's Aussie BBQ”. After that, wethree of us went to our rooms to have a moment of renewal and peace.I sat at the tab
Monday morning, before leaving for the symposium, Mark called Jenna atprivacy of your room. Nervousness quickened his breathing as he listened to thecell phone call.Has she told her family about Indonesia? How did they react? If they had triedconvince her otherwise, they might as well force her out of sheer perversity. At theHowever, he wanted her to make up her mind for the right reasons.Yesterday, he thought it would be good for the two of them to spend some time apart,step back and think carefully. For him, that time had only made him feelmissing her and even more sure that she should go to Indonesia. What effect did it haveabout Jenna?Finally, her voice rang in his ear, breathless.“Mark?“Good morning, Jenna. I woke you up?“No, I was in the shower when the phone rang.He imagined her naked, in a steam-filled bathroom, and felt the predictable reaction.“Ah, how evil.She giggled.“I'm just telling the truth, like you always do.He smiled and appreciated the fact that s