“This is complete madness,” I put my hand to my forehead. “What am I doing?” I keep wondering, as I hear the shower water run. I swivel my head toward the wall that divides the bathroom when I realize that the water jet stops making sound.
I can't deny that I had a great time. God! In short, Daniel has a master's degree in lovemaking arts. I certify. I love the way he makes me feel, but… things are getting out of control, and now it's time to stop the wheel and get off…
I run my fingers across my lips, I remember his kisses, and I can't stop my lower belly from vibrating. What is this I feel? Fuck! I can't stop thinking about how good he is at sex. It's like a drug. I look at my cell phone screen again. It's six in the morning, twenty-three minutes. I take a deep breath and let it out very slowly.
Daniel will come out of the bathroom at any moment, since he has been in the shower for a long time. I think that
I remain standing, watching her walk away. What am I supposed to do? Should I stop her? Or just let her go, just like that? Fuck! Why can't I think clearly?This is all so unexpected I'm very confused.I put a hand to my head and ruffle my hair.What the hell just happened? I think.“Oh come on, Daniel!”We both know this is only temporary.That beautiful voice reverberates in my head.“We don't have to complicate everything with awkward goodbyes, far from it...”“But what the hell just happened?”I ask the question to myself. Harper broke up with me?But what the heck? How can you finish something that never started? I put my hand to my forehead. I do not understand anything! I recognize that I am an expert at seducing women, taking them to bed and providing them with the maximum of pleasures...but when it comes to relationships as such, I am a complete neophyte. How am I sup
Two weeks laterI stagger once more and hold onto the railing of the stairs. I laugh out loud for no reason. I'm so uninhibited that it doesn't take much for my emotions to surface easily. I put one foot in front of the other and push myself. I stagger again, even though I manage to climb the step. To my right, Lara, who holds me tightly so I don't fall. She staggers too, and we burst out laughing. I feel Cynthia's hand on my back, pushing me.“Pair of drunks!”The blonde snaps. “You should be ashamed.”“But, Love. I'm fine,” Lara says. “We were just having a good time,” she sounds sober, although I don't know if she's faking it.“Look at nothing else.”Cynthia's voice is reproachful. “I accept it from you, but from Harper?”I turn my head a little to see my friend's face.“Honey, I'm fine. I only accompanied her because she needed
I can't stop looking at the woman in front of me, even if it's not her. The resemblance is immense and it is easy for me to trick my brain into believing that it is the little person who took over my thoughts, from the day I saw her. She has dark brown hair with light waves that reaches her waist, white skin although a little tanned by the sun, she is thin and the stature is similar to that of...“Good morning sir. Can I take your order?” The girl says as she approaches. I can hear a flirtation in her voice.I crash down on the ground of reality. It is not her voice. It is not that singing, soft voice...that lulled me between moans, as I reached for glory between those beautiful pair of arms and burned against that delicate skin...Fuck! I have tried it! I really did my best to get Harper out of my head. However, with each passing day, the anxiety grows within me. I try to keep my mind occupied all the time, between preparations for my restaura
I don't know why the hell I always end up giving in to Lara's whims. Oh yeah! Because I adore her, and she uses that to manipulate me at will. I can't believe she's convinced me to do what I'm about to do.It's my first afternoon off after working Monday through Monday for the past two weeks. I should be lying on my bed with the laptop on my lap, and playing “Call of Duty”. I should be spending my free time on something that I really like. But no, instead, I decided to accompany my friend to the gym, according to her to clear my mind for a while and drain a little of the stress that I have had to face during the last days.“Physical activity helps release endorphins. You'll feel great when we finish the session.”I remember the lively words my friend used to convince me. Although the truth is that I am not convinced. I will wait for the slightest carelessness from her to leave.I've never been to a gym in my life. In fact, when I w
Many glances are placed on the pair of people who behave like a pair of youngsters. Daniel smiles widely and looks at the woman in front of him, as if observing one of the seven wonders of the world, while Harper keeps fidgeting and trying to avoid the gaze of those blue eyes.“Wow! I haven't seen you in so long,” she whispers. “You look…”Daniel has imagined this moment so many times; the moment he had Harper in front of him again. In his imagination, he would tell her many things, but the reality is different. He is dumbfounded, not knowing what to do or say.She is the same: stunned. It's as if the neurons in your brain can't synapse. She glances sideways toward the exit door, devising a plan to escape. The thought is discarded by hearing the following words:“I'm so glad to see you,”the improvised Pilates instructor confesses.These words are enough to make her smile like a fool. Her eyes land on
I can't stop looking at it and imagining so many things. Fuck! Why does he have to be so handsome and sensual? With that sexual aura that he gives off in his wake and that makes me want to yell at him: ‘take me’.At times, I want to go and get away from all this that he represents, but deep inside I don't want to. I long to continue to see him and to remember every second we spent together. Damn it! I have to admit, I haven't been able to stop thinking about Daniel, not a single second since the day I decided to put an end to our summer romance. Because, that's supposed to have come to an end, right?The last thing I thought, when I woke up this morning, was that I was going to see him again and that I was going to feel all these things that I feel. My heart beats fast.I look at Lara who is to my right, doing everything Daniel demands that we do. She is concentrating on the exercises, while I look like a human pretzel trying to keep my balance so I
Heavens! I'm about to forget about the class and grab Harper in my arms, slap her against the wall and… God! I want so much to hold her, kiss her...to remember again how good it feels to taste her delicious lips, feel that soft skin...But thank heavens I manage to suppress my inordinate desire to act like a primitive animal.Seeing her moving the way she does, even if a little clumsy and inexperienced, gives me a very pleasant sensation. And seeing how the sweat covers part of her chest and face, is...simply an aphrodisiac for my senses. Recurring images of her panting and sweating, at the same time riding on me, makes me lose the little concentration that I have managed to gather since I saw her among all those present.There is nothing in this world that I want more than to make her mine again, I think. I force myself to stop looking at her, or else I'm going to end up with a huge erection between my pants.I play the role of instruc
Before opening the door, he makes sure no one sees him. Acting on instinct, because reason, sanity, good sense, and anything like that, have been tied to the treadmill. He looks around and makes sure there is no one else besides his tender victim. He locks the door, once the perimeter is secured. He hears the shower water running. A Machiavellian smile peeks out on her lips.“Lara?”Harper's voice echoes through the room. “Could you please pass me the soap? I put it on the bench, next to the bag.”A gentle click tells him that the plastic door is unlocked. He rubs his hands maliciously and savors the moment.Daniel is a first-rate shameless, lacking in modesty, so he doesn't think twice when taking off his clothes. He's used to doing it. Shower sex scenes are a cliché in adult cinema. However, with Harper it is a risk, as he has no idea how she will react to his daringness.The plan is simple, he has done it before and
Since the opening night of “No Temptation”, Daniel, and Ryan haven't had a busy night like this. The place is packed with people, and an immense line of people wait outside to enter, and taste a dish from Chef Ansdell. Thanks to an excellent review by a food critic, published in The Angeles Times three weeks ago, the restaurant's good name has been on the rise day after day. Four months have passed since Daniel and Harper got back together. Henry has started working in the kitchen at “No Temptation” as an assistant to his brother-in-law, who prepares him to be Tournant Chef. Hopefully, he can become a very good one, in no time. Mrs. Youra goes every morning, Monday through Friday, from eight to eleven in the morning. She is Vanity's nutritional advisor, who designs meal plans for people interested in improving their lifestyle. While Daniel takes it upon himself to help them sculpt their bodies, she helps them strengthen their minds and create new eating habits. Harper is in charge
He can't stop staring at the entrance, every time the door opens and someone comes in or comes out, thinking it might be her, and even though he knows it's not yet the scheduled time, he feels very anxious. The way he fiddles with her sweaty hands makes it obvious. He looks again at the time on his mobile screen. It's ten minutes to two in the afternoon.What Daniel does not imagine is that from outside, through the glass of a window, a pair of brown eyes watches him. She is the woman who took over his thoughts and his will. The same one that is torn between nostalgia, anger, forgiveness and heartbreak.Harper feels that her heart may leap out of her chest at any moment, and that a knot in her stomach threatens to make her return the lunch her mother forced her to eat before leaving home.She's tempted to turn and walk away, but she pauses for a minute to think better of it. Her mother is right, that innocent creature that grows inside her is not to blame for he
Dante's eyes fix on mine. I know what he wants, but I won't give in to his canine charms. I put the last bite of steak in my mouth as he cocks his head. I wipe the right corner of my lips with a cloth napkin, get up from my chair, pick up my plate, and put it in the dishwasher. I fix up the kitchen with lightning speed. A new episode of Master Chef Junior is about to begin, and I am not going to miss it.I take a seat on the sofa in the living room and turn on the television. Finally, some rest. I've been in the gym all afternoon, trying to keep my mind busy, and as soon as I got home, I started packing. Maybe a couple of weeks with my sister in Canada will help me collect my thoughts. I realize that Dante hasn't taken his eyes off me for a second.“What?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “Don't you have food?” I jump to my feet and head to the service area, to notice Dante's bowl of food. It is full.Yet my doglooks at me like he wants t
My mother's hands are so tight on the wheel of the car, I can see her knuckles start to turn white. The silence is so awkward, I can't help but squirm in the passenger seat. My mom is staring straight ahead, I notice her jaw is set and she breathes as if trying to calm herself.My dear friend Cinthia, left as soon as she saw my mother arrive. What a friend! Although I don't blame her, anyone in their right mind would have done the same. It is not pleasant to see Youra Sang upset, giving one of her sermons to one of her children. And for bad luck, she arrived long before the happy ultrasound was done, so you can imagine the scene: my mother sitting next to me, looking at the screen with a face of few friends, while the doctor explained to us that the embryo was in perfect state. Not to mention the gesture she made when she found out she was going to be a grandmother.At that moment, I just wanted the earth to swallow me and spit me out... No! Not to spit me anywhere. Sw
I sigh in relief when there is no traffic. I'll be able to get to Josh's house without delay, before he starts his day. The recording studio is at the lower part of his mansion.That scene was supposed to be mine, that I would be, as I have been for the last four years, the protagonist of one of their typical cliché sexual scenes, because for about six months, the creativity of their ‘writers’has left a lot to be desired.I feel very angry about Josh's attitude. The fact that I had some inconvenience in the last four scenes that I was supposed to shoot does not give him the right to replace me with a fucking little boy who lacks all the necessary experience to stand out, at least a little, in the adult entertainment industry. And if it were at least that I couldn't get the job done, I'd understand and leave things as they are, but it wasn't. I complied! That I had to ask for Clementine's help on several occasions? Yes! That does not mean that I
I burst out laughing once more. OMG! My belly hurts from laughing so much. In short, Lara is crazy. She does not stop yelling at the television screen, as if by doing that she was going to get the protagonist of the film to pay attention to her.“Fuck! No! Stay out of there, idiot. They are going to kill you!” She yells like a madwoman.“The day the television guys answer her, I'll be the first to take her straight to the asylum,” Cynthia whispers just for me to hear. I have to work hard not to spit out the sip of soda that I just had.“Are you watching?” Lara looks at Cynthia and me. “They killed her, for being stupid.”“OMG! She's seen that movie a million times, and she always reacts like it's the first time she's seen it,” Cynthia says in a very low voice, leaning a little towards me.“Listen!” Lara shoots him a disapproving look. “This I have not seen. The one I saw
I fix my gaze on the horizon. I look without looking, while only a thought reverberates in my mind. Why the hell can't I stop thinking about her? It's been three weeks since everything went to hell, and Harper refuses to get out of my head.It's the opening night of ‘No Temptation’. And while I should be very happy to see my big dream come true, it's hard not to feel sad. The lack of a certain person is undeniable.For the past few days, according to Ryan, I've stopped being me. Although I don't understand why he says it. I have continued with my projects and with my life in general. With the slight difference that I had to start taking the damn blue pill to get my erections to stay for the duration of a scene filming, I can't concentrate. I only think of her.I've seen Henry a few times in the gym, and our topic of conversation is always the same: Harper.“My love life sucks,”is what I tell him and Ryan, whenever I get a cha
Half an hour earlier.I stare at the clothes that lie on my bed. I can't decide what to wear. I'm between the little flowered dress that I wore the day Daniel gave me my sim card, and a black cowboy with a black blouse. After thinking about it for a couple more seconds, I opted for the second option.I dress quickly, while I'm thinking what the hell I'm going to do to my hair. It's not like we're going to have dinner with Queen Elizabeth either, but I still want to look radiant, like every time I know I'm going out with my handsome boyfriend.Today, exactly today, it is one month since Daniel and I met. I can't help but smile like a fool, remembering the way our paths crossed.Wow! One month! It seems like a lie.At times I feel like it has been years...at times I feel like it was yesterday.In the end I decide to gather my hair in a high ponytail. I'm not the type of woman to spend hours in front of the mirror.
I must tell her, I repeat these words in my head. I already lost count of how many times this thought has reverberated in my mind. I must tell Harper the truth. She deserves to know everything. However, every time I've been about to do it, I flinch at the last minute. They already say that from saying to fact there is a long way...It's been exactly eight days since Harper and I made that crazy ‘zero sex’agreement, in order to strengthen our relationship in other ways. The idea turned out to be a very good one, not being able to satisfy the immense desire that she generates in me, I have been able to realize some things that I have never bothered to assimilate before. One of them is the fact that Harper is a woman with a very strong character.“She's not the type of girl who apologizes for speaking her mind. You know? She is very sharp with her tongue. With you it is very measured, friend.”Henry's words finally make sense