HARD TRUTHSSávio didn't mention it again, and when they arrived at the motel not far from the condominium, he chose a suite with a whirlpool bathtub and a pool."Hmm, what a good room choice. You seem excited, huh?" she joked when he received the key from the receptionist."I hope you don't have an early commitment tomorrow, girl, because seeing you at the party tonight has left me permanently hard."Clara didn't want to think about Otávio anymore that night, and even though she had asked Sávio to change the subject, she spent the whole way thinking about the guy watching her drive away. Wondering what he was thinking, knowing where she was going and what she would do. But when Sávio told her how excited he was for her, the excitement also took hold of her, and Otávio was forgotten, at least for now."Hmm, now I'm even more turned on," she said to Sávio, turned to him while still in the car, and placed her hand on his crotch. Even through his pants, she could feel his erection. "What
SHARELara had indeed gone to Chácara Amanhã, but she arrived there drunk.Just the thought that the party was happening in the condominium made her heart race, and the desire to drink almost killed her. She hadn't planned on drinking, of course not, especially since she was going to a place where nobody drank and they struggled to stay sober, but she brought a small bottle just in case.She also brought the medication prescribed by the doctor, but she hadn't started the treatment yet.She asked Márcia to take care of her house and left. She called a taxi and arrived at Chácara Amanhã at five o'clock and this time was greeted by Murilo. She hadn't noticed how handsome he was the first time she was there. Polite, like everyone there, he took her to the main hall, where most of the residents or those who didn't live there stayed.Soon the others came to greet her with welcoming smiles. Roger told her she could stay there over the weekend if she wanted to.Some were still working in the
JUST FOR TODAY…Lara was astonished by each life story shared there. Some cried as they recounted their experiences with addiction, while others seemed emotionally numb and narrated their stories without shedding a tear, even though the details made the hair on her arms stand on end."I'm Ezequiel, and I'm an alcoholic.""Hello, Ezequiel!""My parents are evangelical, so they gave me a biblical name. I'm the youngest, and before me, my parents were not religious. I have two older brothers and a sister, and as incredible as it may seem, only I turned out messed up," he said, giving himself a nickname that made everyone laugh. "I say messed up because I caused a lot of trouble for my family with my drinking. My older brothers say they will never give their children biblical names to avoid bad luck. They think it might be the name that messed me up. I don't see it that way anymore. I'm twenty-nine years old, never been married, but if I ever get married and have children, I will name my
SEXUAL SOBRIETYLara was surprised that after her outburst at the microphone, nobody looked at her differently or criticised her. After all, she was going against their steps and principles, which involved sharing. But no, nobody criticised her, and when they took a break from sharing their stories, she joined them on the porch and enjoyed the delicious corn and cassava cakes, freshly harvested from the farm. She had coffee and talked to some of them. She went outside with Ciça, Murilo, and three other people who wanted to smoke cigarettes where there was no roof."Can I have one?" she asked Ciça. "I don't smoke, but I might as well start.""Cursed addiction, this one too, but it's the lesser evil, right?" Ciça lit her cigarette with a lighter. "I've freed myself from one addiction, and this pleasure is what's left, for now.""I'm not going to quit smoking, huh?" Flora said. "I'm already struggling to stay sober, without cigarettes, I'd go crazy for good."Everyone laughed at that. La
SUGAR CANE PASSIONLara then leaned over him, onto his lap, and without unbuckling his belt, struggled a bit to free his cock and delighted in putting it in her mouth and slowly sucking on it.Murilo tensed his thighs and she could feel the firmness of his hard thighs on her elbows as he made an effort to stay steady at the wheel. Cars and trucks were speeding by next to their car, and the young man, familiar with the area, made a turn onto a dirt road up ahead. The tires sang as he left the highway and took the dirt road, causing Lara to pause in her suction due to the car's jolting.When he parked the car amidst the sugarcane field, she unbuckled her seatbelt and resumed where she left off:"This is better," she said, and Murilo reclined his seat to the maximum, giving her better access. And she indulged in it eagerly.His member wasn't the largest she had ever handled, but it was just the right size for her.Murilo also needed to touch her, and while she sucked him, he tried to rem
REFUGELara entered the destination for the nearest motel on her cell phone's GPS, and a fifteen-minute drive away appeared on the screen. It was a luxurious motel, and they requested a suite with a bathtub and a pool. She loved rooms with pools and jacuzzis, and she was glad to know that this motel had such suites available at that late hour.She stepped into the shower, took a quick bath, and then got into the bathtub to relax while Murilo took his shower. She took a sip from his hidden flask of alcohol and ordered a cold cut platter to not only mask the smell of the drink but also line her stomach.Murilo emerged from the bathroom, not paying much attention to the cold cuts. His gaze was fixed on her naked body in the bathtub, his erection fully aroused. She eagerly and anxiously got out of the bathtub, her eyes fixed on his cock, dropping to her knees, her mouth eager to suck it all the way to his balls."Mercy!" Murilo exclaimed. As she began to suck, his cock reaching down her t
THE DISMISSAL OF THE MASTER BUILDERLara woke up refreshed, and the coffee was ready once again. Lipe brought a tray to her bed."Wake up, sleepyhead!" he whispered."I was already awake," she sat up in bed and leaned against the headboard, let out a loud sigh, and accepted the steaming cup offered by Lipe. "This is all very strange.""What?" he asked, as if nothing there was strange. As if it were natural for her to sneak into his bed in the middle of the night."Being called a sleepyhead," she smiled at him and sipped the coffee. "I don't remember ever being called that before.""Wow, not even as a child?""Maybe I was, every child is called a sleepyhead, I suppose. When I had to go to school, I remember studying in the mornings until I was ten, so I believe I must have been called sleepyhead at some point. But if I was, I don't remember.""Did you finish your studies?" Lipe asked, and she took her time to respond. She stared into the depths of her cup, buying herself some time."I
UP IN ARMSClara was trembling. She looked at Dalia in disbelief."He fired Savio?" she repeated the question."Yes, I was telling Lipe. Can you believe he came here this morning, went to the backyard where the men and I were having coffee, and fired Savio out of the blue? Sit down, my dear, I'll make some coffee. The water must be drying up."Clara was still trembling with anger. How could Otavio be so childish? She was already planning what she would say to him. She waited for Dalia to make the coffee and drank it while her friend and Lipe speculated about what could have motivated him to do such a thing."After I manage to talk to him, I'll ask the guy to come back. The construction work has been stalled without him, and it's not just that, but it was such an unpleasant thing, you know, I didn't know where to hide my face. Everyone was looking at me without understanding. Only Savio seemed to understand, but he didn't want to tell me anything and left," Dalia recounted."Don't worr
TWO YEARS LATER"It may seem like many people say that, but I'm being completely sincere when I say you are the most beautiful pregnant woman I have ever seen!" Clara exclaimed as Megan entered her apartment."I hope she believes you, Clara, because I tell her the same thing every day and she doesn't believe me," Gregory said, entering behind his eight-month pregnant wife, who waddled with her pregnant swagger."I believe you, Greg, but when his godmother says it, I'm happy too," Megan said, sitting down with some effort and with Gregory's help. The two had been married for a year and seemed to be in a constant honeymoon phase. "Friend, I also never tire of saying that your apartment is the most beautiful I have ever seen.""I'm obliged to agree, and Dália helped me furnish it.""Dália has incredible taste, doesn't she?""Yes, look at this painting!" Clara pointed to the wall where a beautiful landscape canvas was hanging. It was exactly the painting of Paradise – she says it's for me
SO MUCH OLDER.When they left, Dália and Linda were buzzing with excitement, practically ready to take flight. Linda made calls to catering services, wanting everything to be perfect, and sent messages in the group, warning everyone and threatening anyone who thought about leaving tonight, as she wanted everyone present.Lara sent an audio message, saying she was heading to Márcia's house right now and promised to drag her along by her hair if she had to. Everyone responded with laughing and laughing emojis.Clara was practically dragged to the main house by Linda and Dália. Priscilla was already there with her boyfriend and their daughters, busy cleaning and organizing the house for the party later.Frank tried to help as much as he could, Jânio had left work to assist everyone, and Megan pulled Clara aside to tell her that this party would be good to get them out of the slump they were in. It was Clara's father's call that reminded her that she was supposed to be on her way to his h
RESCUEShe locked the living room door, trembling at the thought of him showing up, knowing she would hit him if he appeared there now. She paced around the room like a caged lioness. Hurt, devastated, and feeling dirty. She felt like the dirtiest woman on the face of the earth.Dália must have seen the lights on in her living room because minutes later she knocked on her door. And she only opened it because she recognized her friend's voice."Why was your door locked?" Dália asked as soon as she entered. "I couldn't sleep thinking about Jaqueline and Márcia, can you believe it? I'm going to make some coffee."Her friend didn't look at her and didn't notice how bad she was feeling. Clara thought it was better that way and shouted from the living room."Okay, I'll get ready and take a shower, and then I'll come to the kitchen."She really needed a shower and took a long one, hoping that the water would wash away some of her pain and anguish down the drain, and that her eyes wouldn't be
THERE ARE OTHER PLEASURES IN LIFE.And that's exactly how it went. Clara had a sleepless night. It was past midnight, and she was still stressed, thinking about how casually he had mentioned talking to her father, solving the problem, just like that. But by one in the morning, her feelings had changed, and she felt like a fool for getting upset and kicking him out of her house simply because he had said he would never have sex with her, ever! What kind of woman was she, getting rid of a man just because he said he would never sleep with her?But at two in the morning, she reconsidered. No, it wasn't about sex! The harsh reality of her situation with Otavio was that it was messy and strange. Perhaps deep down, she knew that it would have to come to an end someday. It wasn't about sex, it wasn't a relationship, it wasn't what they had. She knew that one day it would have to end, and now seemed just as good a time as any. A breaking point could come at any moment, even now.Reality final
I AM AT MY LIMITDália messaged her shortly after, and she thought it was Dália who was turning the doorknob."Hi, my dear. Is something wrong?""Was it you at my bedroom door?" she asked."No, I'm already in bed, but I was there about twenty minutes ago, and Otávio was mopping the living room. Is everything okay?""No. We had an argument, Dália.""I understand.""I don't want him in my house anymore. Please let him know that he needs to go back to his own house.""I will, don't worry."After a sleepless night, she left her room and saw that the living room was sterile clean, but he wasn't there. Thank goodness for that. But his mother was there because the smell of fresh coffee was coming from the kitchen."Good morning," she greeted her friend, who along with Linda, was sitting at the table having breakfast."Good morning. Are you feeling better?" Dália asked, concerned."Yes. I'm feeling better now.""Was it one of his quirks?" Linda asked."No, Linda. I got upset when I joked with
YOU DON'T SLEEP HERE ANYMORE!"I still can't believe it," she said, lying on his chest in the morning. "I don't even feel the urge to drink.""God, that's the best thing I've heard in centuries," Lipe said, his voice husky and smiling."I didn't sleep with Murilo, Lipe. I know I've said it already, but I want to emphasize it.""It's okay, love. I believe you, okay?""Especially because I could only think of you since I left the hospital, and my mind was filled with thoughts of you all the time.""Lara, I'm so happy, and it's so unbelievable to me that I feel like I might be dreaming, you here with me, telling me that you love me." He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her with shining eyes."I don't understand why it's so hard to believe. I'd be crazy not to love you, love. I may be dependent, but I'm not insane. You're the most incredible guy who has come into my life, and it would be me not believing that you could love me. I just have to be grateful to the universe for
I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO SURE IN MY LIFE"Are you not going to visit her at the farmhouse?" Clara probed."I'm not that evolved," he replied, smiling to the side."I don't understand," she said."She stayed at my house the day she was discharged from the hospital, Clara, and left in the morning without saying goodbye, just leaving me a note on the fridge saying she would spend a few days at the farmhouse. I could have taken her there, but she called Murilo. They're together at the farmhouse now, and my concern is that he and she, well... they degrade themselves sexually. I'm sorry for telling you this, but you've gone out with her to Jânio's parties and you've seen how she uses sex to vent," he explained."Oh my God, Lipe. I'm so sorry," Clara wanted to cry upon hearing that, imagining how much the young man was suffering."I guess deep down, I worry that she will resort to old habits that will lead her to relapse, you know, and she has struggled so much to get clean," he confided."You a
LIGHTNING STORMMegan was thinking about Gregory even more now. She had stopped stalking him on social media a long time ago. It was too much suffering, why continue to do that, to hurt herself even more?Talking to Clara was always wonderful. It brought her relief and made her feel calm. But when she was alone, the thoughts assaulted her again. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that it might be her ego screaming, that her longing for him was because she couldn't have him, that it was the desire for the forbidden, deep down she knew it wasn't just that. It wasn't a matter of ego; it was love in its most painful and absurd form. It was the love for someone who was already committed, and if he were single, they would be together, end of story. She wouldn't be the mistress for quick encounters, the other woman who patiently or anxiously waits for the married and committed man. She had self-respect and wouldn't lower herself to be the lover who regrets being with the husban
YOU DID THE RIGHT THING!When his plump, warm lips touched hers, the sound of the door being opened concealed her moan. Finally, a woman who valued her bladder!"Let's go to my place," Gregory whispered in her ear, intertwining his finger with hers, and she followed him outside. The woman who entered didn't even notice them there, nor did she notice that there was a man present. Megan walked with him, their fingers still entwined. It was only when they were going down the escalator that it hit her. One: she was walking hand in hand with a married man in the middle of a shopping mall. Two: he said they were going to his house?But she didn't want to ask anything. She feared that if she asked any questions, the enchantment would break, he would change his mind, see reason, and by God, the self-proclaimed moralist feared that. She mentally kicked herself. Rolled her eyes internally at knowing that she was falling for it as well, and this time, fully aware! She was aware that she was acco