I'm awoken from my sleep by the sudden need to quench my thirst. My throat feels parched and rough, almost as if I went to bed screaming, which I didn't. I feel around the other side of the bed with my hand, and I'm not surprised when I find it empty.I roll my eyes and turn on the bedside lamp "The third night in a row. Nothing new here" I mutter to myself as I get out of bed. I put on my slippers and make my way to the kitchen. Turning on the lights I contemplate having wine instead of water.I could blame this on being thirsty but I knew the urge for wine was to forget about the brewing annoyance in me, caused by the fact that my husband, has spent three nights out of his matrimonial home.I gulp down a whole glass of wine before going to the sink for a glass of water. I'm too tired for this. I should be used to it by now, the way he always picks work over me, over our marriage. Like I said, nothing new. I place my used glass in the sink and make my way back into the room. I pick
"How is that okay with you guys?" I scoff as I take a gown off the rack to inspect it more."Tell me something, Felishia. What's the age gap between you and Anthony?"I glare at her when I realize the direction the conversation is heading "It's not the -The sound of her taunting laughter cuts me off "Answer the question""Nine" I answer lowly. Yeah I’m 28 years old and my husband Anthony is 37 Most people doesn’t deem our age gap proper but I’d to marry him. It was the least I could do... “Like I said it's not the same""Because we are women? It's okay for older men to like younger girls, some of them even like minors! But when an older woman likes a legal younger man, that likes her back!" The emphasis in that sentence is obvious "It's suddenly the world's biggest taboo""That's not what I meant" I clarify "And do tell, what do you mean, please? You know, for someone who claims to be a devout feminist you don't sound like one right now"I roll my eyes at her "You're blowing this w
Baylor college has its upsides and downsides, but so far I've only experienced the ups. And maybe a little downside, in the form of an English lecturer called Mary Stewart. Most of the staffs and I are cool, but she has this unspoken beef with me that I can't seem to fathom. Especially when I’m around Mr Mathew the maths lectural whom we recently got acquainted, she always shows up mysteriously to spoil my day. Not like it's any of my business, she can hate me for all I care. I'm here for one thing and one alone which is to work.I’d just engaged the team of footballers in their mornin workout and training for the day. it’s time to head home. I was approaching the car garage when I began hearing some voices. It was sounding like an altercation between a girl and a boy. “Stay the hell away from me Belinda. We’re fucking done. Is that too hard to understand?” The familiar masculine voice shouted. I change my direction so I can see what's going on and I twirled just in tim
I have an addiction to masturbating. It's like nothing else matters once I'm horny, and all that matters is relief.Which is why I'm running late to work. I spent part of the day watching TikTok videos one or two that may have been thirst traps. It was already 4 pm when I arrived at school and the training actually starts by exactly 4pm till 6. I pull into the parking space and park my car before stepping out. I take my bag and head straight for the field. I'm too late to make any extra stops.When I get to the field I see the boys running laps around. As I get closer one person notices me, and then the rest do too. I drop my bag on a bench and signify for them to gather around. "Evening guys" I greet them. My eyes drift to Sebastian and I hate myself for how much I let my body react to him being shirtless.I don't bother waiting for a reply "Let's start with some drills, shall we?" There's a chorused reply of groans and low complaints from some of them. I ignore their groans
“What?” I barked like I didn’t heard him the first time and I really hope I’d heard wrong. My forehead was creased and my mouth was unable to close back as I was staring at this Sabastian guy in incredulity. To much of My annoyance, his face was as stoic like he didn’t just spew out something forbidden. “Yeah You heard right Mrs smith.” His voice was guileless as he nodded smugly and took another drag from his cigarette. Blowing the whole thing on my face.“This Deal is simple,” he said just when I was about to complain about the smoke. “You’re going to be at my beck and call AnyTIME I need to jerk off. In other words, my sexual puppet.” He whispered, laying more emphasis on the anytime as he smirked, his lustful eyes staring deep into my eyes. I don’t know if it was the horny state I was in right now, but his eyes were already doing a lot of things to me right now that I just can’t explain. However, reflecting back what he’d just said, my face contorted with furry. “I’m n
Sabastian's povMy fingers wrap the Shot glass of alcohol and I bring it to my lips to take a sip, my eyes dance around the frat club until they meet with a stripper who is sweeping me with dirty smiles.I stare gluely at her and make her my entertainment but as I look further I notice she isn't my age–pfft.. "you too?" The words creased out of my lips like a scoff and I feel a hand on my shoulder."Why you tripping?" Derrick slurs and I jerks his hand off my back giving him a long stare. "C'mon, I saw the way you looked at her, I mean we all did."The other guys nod and I cuss faintly."She's tripping, she winked at me first–"Their silly laughs cut me off and I just sip gently from my cup ignoring their naughty taunts.They soon stop joking and start talking about sports, I bail from their conversation and once I'm alone with my thoughts a rear picture of Mrs Smith touching herself flashed past my eyes.My abdomen makes a gidy noise and I can't think straight for a minute. All that
Chapter 7Amidst the laughter and clinking of glasses, I felt a pang of envy as my friends shared stories of their loving and attentive spouses. They spoke of their partners' affectionate gestures and thoughtful surprises, while I felt the absence of such gestures in my own life. It made me question my choices and wonder if marrying a younger man would have made a difference. Perhaps then I would have experienced the love and attention I yearned for.Trying to push away those thoughts, I mustered a smile and joined in their conversation. "I'm sorry, guys. I'm just lost in my own thoughts tonight. But I'm genuinely happy for all of you and your wonderful partners."Linda, ever the playful one, raised an eyebrow and teased, “you are lost in your own thoughts or that’s an excuse not to talk with us because we all married younger men? Which you’re ambitiously against.” I chuckled, shaking my head. "No, not at all. It's not about that. I'm just going through a rough patch, you know? But t
Felisha’s POV, The loud music blaring all around the premises, smokes from cigarette pulluting everywhere was really making me loose brain cells. Hormonal teenagers and adults were al overall the hall engaging different obscene attictives like drinking, girls giving guys a lap dance and some were openly making out even. The neon lights glistening was giving it the steamy sinful aura. Why in the lord's name will Sabastian pick a frat house of all places to live in!! It’s already frustrating how he’d to distrupt my beauty sleep tonight and call me for the start of the sex contract I’d signed but now this? I was literally freaking out as I stood in the middle of this all, waiting for Sabastian who’d told me hours earlier on the phone that he’d be hear soon. Now what hell is taking him this long. No it should be how would he even find me in this crowd. My head had been spinning round as I walk about ailmessly but no sign of him. "Ugh.." I groaned getting faustrated at searching for