Its been two days since my mother brought me back to this place, a place I can only refer to as my own personal hell. Though the walls of this house may be familiar, the atmosphere feels alien and oppressive.Memories from my childhood haunt me from every corner.Nevertheless, I could not help but be reminded of the conversation we had regarding my father's whereabouts last night.Instinctively, I was prompted to look for him and ask 'Why?' Why he did the things he did to my mother. Even though this part of me was so strongly urging me for answers, another part felt like I should remain in the dark.After all, I had never encountered him before, not in the entirety of my life. I was aware of his existence and could recognize him from a distance, but we had never personally interacted with one another.He’s probably dead already or something.I yelped in fright when a searing pain unexpectedly manifested in my stomach. I hurriedly looked down and gasped at the shocking sight before me;
“Honey, ohhh! Yes! Do it faster! Harder! More! AH!”I couldn't help but groan as I grasped my secretary's ample chest, feeling her supple breasts bouncing under my touch.Her legs were spread wide as she lay on this table in my office, and I was giving it to her with fervor. She moaned with each thrust of mine, acquiescing to my needs without reserve. The sight before me was too tempting to resist; I could feel all that power of controlling her surrendering body beneath me transferring into myself.She bit her lower lip and her eyes rolled in pleasure as I grasped both of her legs and gently lifted them above my shoulder. I could feel the anticipation radiating off of her as my hands moved up, caressing her calves lightly while she trembled with delight. Her chest rose and fell faster as I watched, feeling my own heart rate increase in response to hers. With every touch, we were sinking deeper into the moment until suddenly she moaned softly, the sound enough to jolt me.“Ahhh! Yes, d
She inhaled deeply, as if she had suddenly surfaced from the depths of the ocean.She gasps for breath, her hand pressed against her chest as she tries to calm herself down. My gaze lowers as I take in the sight of her damp clothing tightly enveloping the curves of her body. I feel my throat become dry at this momentary glimpse of her beauty, and before I know it my heart is pounding in my chest. The soft fabric catches the light of lamp posts outside, briefly illuminating slight droplets of condensation that cling to its edges.“W-who are you?”Before I could even utter a word, she abruptly moved away and curled up into a ball, her knees tucked tightly against her chest. She looked terrified, so defenseless and delicate in that moment. The expression on her face was heartbreaking; it almost felt like she had been pushed to the brink of utter exhaustion and despair. I wanted to reach out to her, but all I could do was stand there helplessly as she began to cry. Tears streamed down her
I am carrying a plate in my hands as I make my way towards the room where the woman is staying, and my eyes focus on it thoughtfully.I don't yet know her name, but I plan to ask her after I give her the meal I've prepared. She's been through a lot, and food can be a great way of showing compassion and offering comfort in times of distress. This is my small gesture of kindness for someone who needs it right now, and as soon as she's finished eating we'll get into more meaningful conversations.I knock on the door first, a respectably polite gesture which signals my intent to enter. Suddenly, a wave of self-reproach washes over me. I realize that I'm willing to go above and beyond for this woman in ways I never did for the other women I've been intimate with in the past. This is something entirely different for me - it's not something I'm accustomed to, or ever expected from myself.She's been through a lot in her lifetime and has come out stronger on the other side. Even though I know
“Louisa Wilson, a twenty two year old woman. The documents I have gathered reveal that she was allegedly raped by Daniel Sawyer, a twenty eight year old man who is already married to another woman named Rebecca. It appears as though Louisa had developed feelings for Daniel, but he ultimately abandoned her instead of honoring them. This treatment has caused her great emotional distress and has shaken the foundation of her trust in men. She feels betrayed and used by the very person she thought would be honorable enough to reciprocate.”Joseph placed the stack of files on my desk with a thud, and then sunk into the chair that was positioned directly across from me. I picked up one sheet of paper and scanned it quickly for any pertinent facts about this woman. I read her name, age, occupation - it wasn't anything out of the ordinary - but what caught my eye was her story.“Despite all of the research conducted, the precise disorder Louise is facing remains a mystery. This is why she find
I was absolutely livid when I returned home from my encounter with Leilani's mother.I couldn't believe that someone could think so little of their own daughter! It made me so angry, and all my emotions were boiling over. When we spoke, her words were like daggers to the heart; how could she be so dismissive and belittle her daughter in such a way?I'm glad that I was able to regain control of my emotions and keep myself from blurting out words that would have been completely unexpected. At the time, I wasn't aware what exactly I had said, but it was clear that it had caused a big impact on the on her.Marriage is a big concept for me. It's not something I've ever really thought about before, given my light-hearted approach to relationships. People are quick to cast judgement on me because of my attitude; they assume that I'm just a casual playboy who doesn't care about the feelings of others. But that's not true at all - while it may seem like I'm doing what I want and living life by
As each day,weeks, and months passes since Leilani ran away from her mother, she is finding more and more comfort in her new life. She is beginning to look to me for reassurance and care.“A-aiden…I’m not sure about this-”“Shhh…”I can feel the fear in her. She finds it difficult to truly believe that all of this is actually going to work out for her in the end, but she deserves every chance fate has given her. It's been a long journey for her and now that she finally has a real shot at making something out of it, she can't help but be hesitant and skeptical.I carefully lowered myself onto one knee in front of her while tightly clutching the ring, my hands trembling from anticipation. The fact that she has a notion of what this gesture implies brings a wave of relief to me; after all, she grew up being isolated almost about everything. She knows full well the weight and significance of this moment; although we haven't discussed it explicitly, it's obvious that our relationship has
With eyes wide open I marched my way towards her, unable to look away. All the people around us started to disappear as the only thing that mattered to me was Leilani’s mother. “Don’t come closer!” she shouted. “Aiden! Don’t you dare think about doing something dude!” I could hear my friends protesting, clearly aware that when I am in this state of determination nothing can stand in my way. Even from the corner of my eye I could see they were preparing to intervene and halt my progress. Everyone was in disarray, a state of complete pandemonium. The wedding was thrown into utter chaos and it only took one woman to cause this monumental disaster. “I’m going to kill you!” She raised her gun towards me in an aggressive manner, but I was faster. Before she could get the chance to fire a single shot, I quickly kicked her hand harshly, causing the weapon to fly away from her grip. My mind raced with years of self-defense class training and combat preparation as I made my move. Louisa l