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2024-09-01 14:41:56Ray was a master of deception. That's what Samira had come to realize; he always knew how to turn every situation to his advantage. He had a way of bending reality to his will with a charm that was so smooth it could convince even the most skeptical and crazy mind.
Samira thought she was not crazy, that she could never fall for his schemes, but she was wrong. She once again found herself swept up in his theatrics the moment they stepped into his mother's grand sitting room. The place was a blend of modern elegance and vintage charm—white marble floors, dark mahogany furniture, and large French windows that bathed the room in soft, natural light. She noticed how Ray seemed at ease here, comfortably playing his role as the loving son and husband. Ray's mother, Elena Ray, was a sharp woman in her early fifties, her elegant demeanor accentuated by her pearl necklace and perfectly styled silver hair. She watched them like a hawk, her keen eyes missing nothin
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Samira followed Elena out into the garden, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being led into a trap. The garden was sprawling and meticulously maintained, with rose bushes in full bloom and a small fountain gurgling softly in the center. Elena walked slowly, her posture graceful, every movement calculated. Samira kept her eyes forward, determined not to show any signs of weakness. She had dealt with worse than Ray’s mother; she reminded herself she was not some innocent lamb to be led to slaughter. But the air around them was thick with their unspoken words, and Elena’s silence was more unnerving than her sharp remarks. "You know," Elena began, breaking the quiet, "Ray is very dear to me. He’s my only son, my greatest joy. But he’s also my greatest worry." Samira nodded politely, unsure where this was going. Elena stopped by the fountain, turning to face her directly. The older woman’s eyes were probing, as if searching for some hidden truth beneath Samira's calm exterior. "Bei
Last Updated : 2024-09-03In between kisses I whisper (WARNING 18+ ONLY) Back for more?
#Mature content a head, kindly you kiddo buzz off. Samira’s knees buckled as Ray’s hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt. She gasped, her back arching as his fingers found her most sensitive spot, rubbing slow, teasing circles that made her head spin. She was losing herself, her senses overwhelmed by the heady mix of anger and desire that Ray stirred within her. She could feel the tension coiling tighter, the pressure building to a fever pitch. She was so close, teetering on the edge of release, and Ray knew it. He could feel the way her body responded to him, the way her breath hitched with every touch. "Ray, please," Samira whispered, her voice breaking as she clung to him, desperate for the release he dangled just out of reach. Ray chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her ear. "Please, what? Tell me, Samira. Tell me what you need." Samira bit her lip, her pride warring with her desire. She didn’t want to beg, didn’t want to give him the satisf
Last Updated : 2024-09-04In between kisses I whisper Your so sweet
(WARNING 18+Only) Samira bit back a retort, she was too lost in the feel of his lips on her neck, the way his hands explored her body with a confident possessiveness that made her head spin. She hated how much she craved this, craved him, even as she fought against the control he wielded over her. But in this moment, she was willing to surrender, to let go of the pretense and give in to the fire that blazed between them. Ray lifted her easily, pressing her back against the wall as he kissed her deeply, his tongue teasing hers with a skill that made her knees weak. Samira wrapped her legs around his waist, anchoring herself to him as her hands roamed his chest, pushing his shirt aside to feel the hard muscles beneath. She broke the kiss, her breath ragged as she stared into his eyes, her own reflecting the tempest of emotions raging within her. "Don’t stop," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Don’t you dare stop this time."
Last Updated : 2024-09-04In between kisses I whisper I'm not letting go after last night
(Warning 18+ ONLY!)Samira woke to the soft morning light streaming through the curtains, the warmth of Ray’s body pressed against her back. For a moment, she allowed herself the luxury of simply lying there, savoring the peaceful quiet, the rise and fall of Ray’s chest against her, and the gentle rhythm of his breathing. It was a fragile, fleeting moment that felt almost like a dream—a brief respite from the constant push and pull of their lives. But even as she lay there, reality began to creep back in her, bringing with it the memory of the previous night. She turned slightly, her gaze drifting over Ray’s sleeping form. His face was relaxed in sleep, free of the calculated charm and deceptive confidence that usually defined him. Samira watched him for a while, her mind torn between the intense feelings that had burned between them and the stubborn walls she had built to protect herself from his games. Ray stirred, his eyes fluttering open as if he cou
Last Updated : 2024-09-05In between kisses I whisper Untamed emotions
He turned, offering her a small, rueful smile. "I have to get ready," he said, his voice tinged with reluctance. "I’ve got a meeting this morning."He'd skipped work the entire day yesterday; he had urgent matters to settle that couldn't wait till Monday.Samira nodded, her own emotions a tangled mess. She watched as Ray stood and made his way to the bathroom, her mind replaying the morning’s events in an endless loop. She wanted to say something, anything to bridge the gap that had widened between them in the space of a few short minutes, but the words wouldn’t come.Ray paused in the doorway, glancing back at her. "We’ll talk later, okay?" he said, his tone gentle, but Samira could sense the unspoken weight behind his words."Yeah," she replied, her voice barely audible. "Later."Ray disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water in the bathroom started filling the silence that followed. Samira lay back on the bed, stari
Last Updated : 2024-09-06In between kisses I whisper He should come to her.
As Ray turned his back to take the call, Samira felt a rush of cold air hit her skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth of their stolen heat moment. The door pressed hard against her back feeling like the hardest contact she'd ever got into, and she stood there rooted to the ground, her breath still catching in her throat, her body humming with the remnants of Ray's touch. Yet, the room felt suddenly too small for her liking, the walls had started closing in as the weight of reality settled heavily on her shoulders. Samira wrapped her arms around herself, hugging the emptiness where Ray’s touch had been. The bed sheet lay forgotten at her feet, and she couldn’t bring herself to move, couldn’t bring herself to gather the fabric that had been her only shield moments before. Instead, she watched Ray—his posture tense, his voice low and serious—completely immersed in the conversation that was worlds away from the two of them. His brows furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line as
Last Updated : 2024-09-09In between kisses I whisper Lila meets Ray
Ray hurried down the hallway of the luxury hotel, his footsteps echoing against the polished marble floors. The call had been urgent—Lila had insisted on meeting face-to-face, and though Ray had tried to explain that he had plans,, Lila’s persistence left him with little choice, the deal he was about to close was something he'd been after for long.When approached the grand entrance of the hotel’s exclusive lounge, Ray adjusted his tie, his expression turning serious to his monotone bossy like, that he was. He stepped through the double doors, greeted by the subtle hum of conversation and the scent of fresh flowers that filled the air. Lila was already there, seated at a table in the corner, her perfectly styled hair catching the light from the chandelier above. “Mr Ray,” she greeted him with a warm smile, standing to give him a brief, professional hug. Her perfume, a mix of jasmine and something citrusy, lingered in the air between them. “Thanks for coming o
Last Updated : 2024-09-10In between kisses I whisper I need you to know I'm trying
Samira walked slowly down the dimly lit street, the chill of the evening air biting at her cheeks. The day had stretched longer than she’d planned, her thoughts wrapped tightly around the image of Ray and Lila in the hotel lounge. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw them leaning in close, their conversation just out of earshot but so full of unspoken familiarity. It wasn’t the first time Ray’s work had come between them, but this felt different. Lila wasn’t just business; she was poised, confident, and everything Samira feared she wasn’t. Even with the excitement of being chosen as a finalist in the Global Perfume Creation Competition, Samira couldn’t shake the feeling that Ray’s world was moving on without her. She fumbled with her keys as she approached the front door of their home, her hands shaking with a mix of anger and exhaustion. The lock clicked, and she stepped inside, her footsteps echoing in the silence. The apartment was dark, save for
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The weeks that followed were a blur of work, quiet evenings at Mrs. Mary’s, and the gnawing ache of a love lost. Samira threw herself into her job at Scent of Serenity, finding solace in the world of fragrances. She learned to identify the subtle notes of each perfume, the way they blended and interacted, creating unique and evocative scents. It was a world of beauty and artistry, a welcome distraction from the turmoil in her personal life.Despite her efforts to move on, the news of Ray’s impending engagement to Delly continued to sting. She tried to avoid Delly, but their paths occasionally crossed in the neighborhood. Each encounter was a reminder of what she had lost, a sharp pang of regret mixed with a strange sense of relief that she had escaped a life with a man who could so easily move on.Then, something unexpected happened. Samira started feeling unwell. Nausea plagued her mornings, and she was constantly tired. She initially dismissed it as stress, but the
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The city lights blurred as Samira stared out the bus window, a kaleidoscope of reds and yellows mirroring the chaos within her. The park bench, her sanctuary just hours ago, now felt miles away, a distant memory. She was on her way back to Mrs. Mary’s, a haven of sorts, but the weight of her situation pressed down on her. She couldn't impose on Mrs. Mary forever. She needed her own space, her own life.The bus rumbled to a stop, and Samira stepped out, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the stuffy confines of the vehicle. She walked the familiar streets to Mrs. Mary’s, the houses lining the road like silent witnesses to her turmoil. Inside, the warm glow of the living room welcomed her. Mrs. Mary was in the kitchen, the aroma of simmering stew filling the air."Samira, you're back," Mrs. Mary said, her voice warm and comforting. "Dinner will be ready soon. How was your walk?""It was… long," Samira replied, forcing a smile. She didn't want to burden Mrs. Mary with her wo
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The silence in the house was deafening. It pressed down on Ray, a physical weight that stole his breath and amplified the hollowness within him. Each room was a stark reminder of Samira’s absence. The living room, where they used to spend evenings curled up on the sofa, now felt vast and empty. The kitchen, filled with the lingering scent of her favorite spices, was a battlefield of memories, each aroma a tiny dagger twisting in his heart. Even their bedroom, once a sanctuary of shared intimacy, was now a cold, sterile space, the scent of her perfume a phantom lingering in the air, a cruel reminder of what he had lost.Ray wandered through the house like a ghost, his footsteps echoing in the emptiness. He picked up a framed photo of Samira, her smile radiant, her eyes sparkling with joy. He traced the outline of her face with his finger, a wave of longing washing over him. He remembered the way her laughter used to fill the house, the warmth of her touch, the way she would l
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The tentative truce between Ray and Samira, fragile as a butterfly’s wing, began to fray almost as quickly as it had formed. Ray, emboldened by Samira’s hesitant agreement, threw himself into what he perceived as making amends. He curtailed his mother’s visits, much to Elena’s indignant fury, explaining that Samira needed space and that their constant presence was hindering her healing. He even attempted to gently steer Delly away, suggesting she spend more time with other friends, a suggestion that was met with Delly’s wide-eyed hurt and a subtle shift in her previously warm demeanor towards him.Ray’s efforts, though well-intentioned, felt to Samira like rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic. The fundamental cracks in their relationship, deepened by his betrayal and exacerbated by the subsequent months of emotional neglect, remained. His actions felt performative, surface-level adjustments rather than a genuine understanding of the deep-seated hurt he had inflicted. The constant
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Ray sat motionless in the hospital chair, his body slumped forward, elbows resting on his knees, his head buried in his hands. The harsh fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a sickly glow over everything in the ICU. Time seemed to stretch and contract in strange, disjointed intervals—he couldn’t tell how long he had been sitting there, waiting. Waiting for news that would either break him or bring a small glimmer of hope. Samira had just undergone an emergency surgery as a last, desperate attempt to save her life. Ray had barely caught the doctor's words as they rushed her into the operating room, the sounds of alarms and the frantic shuffle of nurses ringing in his ears. It had all blurred together, becoming just another wave of horror in a day that already felt unbearable. He had spent the entirety of the surgery in a fog, pacing the narrow waiting area, replaying the events of the last few days in his mind. The scandal, the betrayal, his drunken mistake with Delly it al
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Ray stepped out of Delly’s apartment, his head pounding from both the hangover and the crushing weight of what had just happened. His entire body ached with regret, guilt swirling in his chest like a storm ready to tear him apart. He couldn’t believe what he had allowed to happen, what he had done. The cold morning air did little to clear the fog in his mind, the realization of his mistake bearing down on him like a physical weight. As he hurried down the steps, pulling his phone from his jacket, Ray felt his heart race. The first person he thought of was Samira. Guilt knifed through him again as her face flashed in his mind—the woman he loved, the woman he had betrayed. He had to get home, had to find a way to fix this mess before it got any worse. But as soon as he unlocked his phone, a barrage of missed calls and notifications lit up the screen. His stomach lurched. Most of them were from Mike and several other business contacts, but one message stood out—the one from Samira's pa
In between kisses I whisper What have I done?
Ray found himself sitting at a corner table in one of the most upscale restaurants in the city, nursing his third glass of scotch. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The evening had started out as a routine business dinner, a gathering with potential investors to discuss a lucrative new deal. But after a few drinks, Ray couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in his gut, the persistent reminder that something was deeply wrong at home. Samira had been distant for weeks now, almost like a stranger living in his house. He couldn’t get her to open up, couldn’t find a way to bridge the gap that had grown between them. No matter what he said or how much he tried to reassure her, it always seemed like there was an invisible wall standing between them. The investors chatted on, laughing, their conversation buzzing around him like static. Ray’s mind, however, was elsewhere. The whiskey burned as he downed the last of his drink, and for a brief moment, he welcomed the warmth it brought. It was ea
In between kisses I whisper Don't call him
The news about her and Ray hit the gossipy Media like a storm. Ray was a well-known figure in the business world, his every move was always scrutinized by the press. And now, after a long period of silence about his personal life, a major media outlet had somehow gotten wind of his marriage to Samira. The story was everywhere—headlines speculating about their relationship, photos of them together at romantic hotels, there were also wild rumors about family drama, and, of course, the inevitable speculation about when they would start a family since they were already married for over a year now. Samira hadn’t been prepared for any of it. She had left the house that evening to find her peace of mind because the house had felt kind of stuffy, she sat on the park bench, seeking some solitude. The cool breeze carried with it a fleeting sense of peace as she closed her eyes, trying to block out the world. For a moment, she felt distant from everything. But peace was a luxury she didn’t ge
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The days after Elena’s departure felt like an eerie calm. Samira had managed to keep up her polite, dutiful wife routine while Elena was around, even engaging in brief touches and stolen kisses with Ray, all under Elena’s watchful eyes. It was like playing a role on a stage, a performance they both had to give. But now that Elena was gone, the façade crumbled. It started small. Samira found herself flinching when Ray reached for her hand at night, instinctively pulling away. She couldn’t even explain why it happened. His touch—once familiar, warm, and reassuring—now felt foreign, almost repulsive. Each time he tried to kiss her, she felt nothing, no flutter in her stomach, no soft warmth spreading across her chest like it used to. There was just… nothing. She would lie awake at night, Ray's arm draped across her waist, his breaths soft against her neck, and wonder when things had changed so much. There had been a time when his presence made her feel safe, cherished. Now, it was suff
