Sensuous I NESTLED into the crumpled sheets beside me, yearning for something to hold onto, as if I were teetering on the edge of a precipice, even though I was already nestled in the comfort of my bed.Then, his touch, like a scorching flame, seared my skin. A gasp escaped my lips as he gently cupped both of my breasts simultaneously."Oh, my..." I couldn't help but utter those words, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.As I felt his tender, sticky, and moist caresses, I instinctively quivered. It dawned on me that he was toying with my nipples, lavishing them with his tantalizing licks, gentle nibbles, and skilled massages with his roughened hands. It was a side of Fiore I had never experienced before—a desperate longing and an insatiable desire to savor every inch of me.His actions filled me with an exquisite impatience, both teasing and titillating, for I yearned for more.I yearned for his touch to venture lower, to demonstrate how ready I was to embark on this passionat
Never "Hello, Softy! Hey!" Xylon's familiar taunt made me roll my eyes. I turned around, facing him head-on. "Don't greet me like that! How many times do I have to tell you that my name is not Softy?" Irritated, I turned away and took a step to distance myself.Yet, Xylon swiftly grabbed my arm. "Come on, let's go home," he insisted."Let me go!" I struggled against his grip."You're so stubborn!" he exclaimed as he pulled me along."How did you even find me here?" I asked, my irritation mounting."You've been gone for quite some time. What did you expect? My conscience wouldn't allow me to abandon you. And why are you out here, all alone in the middle of nowhere, Miranda?""Why do you care?" I retorted, desperate to break free. "I just wanted some solitude.""So, you crave solitude. But why?" He paused, and our eyes locked. "Are you trying to relive the passion we shared yesterday? Huh, Miranda?" His face came close to mine, almost brushing against it."What?" I swallowed, taken abac
Muscles THE ticking of the clock above my head felt unbearably intrusive. It had been two hours since I reluctantly woke up this morning. I went through my usual morning routine—taking a shower, brushing my teeth, running a comb through my long, lustrous black hair, and hastily throwing on the first article of clothing I could find in my suitcase. Instead of tending to my grumbling stomach, I tried to lull myself back to sleep. As I lay on the bed, I shifted uncomfortably, my hips aching from the constant readjustment in search of a position that could silence the hunger pangs. The emptiness in my belly was undeniable. I could almost envision the tantalizing sight of the steam rising from a bowl of delicious Arroz caldo, lovingly prepared by the jerk outside my room. The aroma of the fragrant chicken, ginger, and the hint of salt wafted through the air, tempting my senses. "Ah! Damn it!" I exclaimed, my frustration growing.I turned over, feeling a pang of self-pity. If only Fiore w
Cry and Pity I TURNED around and took a deep breath, trying to understand the unfamiliar emotions welling up inside me. As I searched for Xylon, I heard a sound coming from the kitchen and found him sitting in front of a steaming bowl of soup. His gaze met mine as he sensed my presence."I don't understand why some people waste their food," he remarked, beginning to scoop the spoon into the bowl. He glanced at me and continued, "I know you don't want to eat, so I'll finish this all by myself." Before taking a bite, he blew on the hot soup, closing his eyes and savoring each mouthful. "This tastes really good. Especially with the boiled eggs, sesame oil, and fried garlic," he added with a snort of satisfaction.Feeling disgusted, I walked towards the fridge to get some water. Cold water would temporarily satisfy my hunger and help calm my frustrated mind. "Ah... it's delicious..." he asserted, and I couldn't help but wonder why he was behaving this way. "Damn him! Why is he acting like
Satyr THE place appeared to be well over a decade old. The furniture surrounding me evoked images of ancient civilizations, resembling Egyptian paintings and sculptures. It felt as if I had been transported to a prehistoric era. I had once told Fiore that a long vacation here after our wedding would be nice, even if it meant not visiting the countries he had promised. We could have chosen to stay here for our honeymoon.But now, I no longer wished to be in this place. I yearned to escape from this situation. Despite its picturesque beauty, it felt empty, desolate, and shattered. This was far from the ideal vacation I had envisioned, or the flawless prenuptial retreat. Every corner of this place served as a painful reminder of him. It felt like a cage filled with misery.I needed to talk to Xylon. Perhaps he already knew a way for us to leave this place. Fiore had taken our only means of escape with him. We had driven here from Manila with his detestable buddy. How could we possibly re
Blu Ray disc I MOVED away to the far corner of the couch, stating firmly, "Don't come near me, you beast! I don't belong to you. I belong only to Fiore!"Xylon's smile immediately vanished, and he paused, staring at me. My heart raced uncontrollably, and I couldn't understand why. Part of me wanted to take back what I had said, but deep down, I knew it was the truth."What do you want to ask?" he suddenly became serious, and I cleared my throat."I want to find a way to get out of here.""You know we can't, unless Fiore comes back for us.""Then we have to figure out a solution.""I've tried, but we're in the middle of the forest. It would take days to reach the nearest shelter.""Call Fiore or anyone else to come here."I attempted to call Fiore, but to my dismay, he wasn't answering his phone. I didn't receive a single message from him either.I couldn't bring myself to tell Auntie Pat what had happened. It would only sadden and frustrate her. She had been my guardian ever since my
Thin Boxers FIVE days had passed, and it was hard to believe that I had been in this unfamiliar place for that long. I regretted not asking Fiore about the location before coming here. I had placed so much trust in him that I willingly agreed to accompany him without questioning anything. If only I had known where we were, perhaps I would have understood why the weather fluctuated between warm mornings and freezing evenings.Today, the sun was scorching hot, making me long for some fresh air outside. However, the intensity of the sun's heat felt like it could dissolve my skin.I also wanted to assist Xylon, who was constantly tidying up and organizing every little detail around me. He was taking care of everything, from cleaning and fixing things to cooking and carpentry, embodying all the qualities a woman looks for in a potential husband.I genuinely wanted to help him, but he didn't allow me to."Give me that broom. I'll do the sweeping," I said, snatching the broom from his grasp.
BookWHY is he modeling that underwear anyway? And why does it somehow affect me?The bound branches of wood almost fell directly at his feet when he saw me, specifically at the object I was holding in my hand."Sh*t! Why do you have that book with you? Are you reading that, Miranda?"My eyes darted to the book I was holding. I was kneeling in front of the center table where I had arranged the books. I froze and remained rooted in place when I read the title of the book in my hand.How to masturb*te?He extended his hand towards me and, like a flash of lightning, snatched the filthy thing from me.How did that book get here? The books I was sorting out were all about music, about how music becomes pleasurable as it stimulates the brain, not about how to stimulate private parts!"U-Uh, I don't know! I don't know why there's a book like that in here!" I pretended to be angry."Be honest, Softy. Are you masturbating?"I was stunned, and I know my face is very... very, very red right now.