Giulia de LucaI burst with joy knowing that this apartment is now mine, and that I no longer need to stay in the dorm. But I refuse to stay away from my best friend and, if possible, she might even become my dad’s girlfriend.“How about we move in today?” I suggest to Alessa, who chokes on her drink.“Are you crazy, causing trouble for Mr. De Luca?” I notice that my dad doesn't seem to like her comment.“I see no problem at all, at least you'll start getting used to the house,” my dad says, looking at Alessa.“Great, then let's head to campus to pack up!” I say, looking into my friend's blue eyes.My father continues to glance at the news while we clean up the kitchen and everything we've used. Alessa helps me make a grocery list for us to pick up before heading back, and I think I have an idea to leave the two of them alone for a bit.Alessa returned with me in my car, and my dad drove the one they had been using, saying it would be good for splitting up boxes if needed. I have enou
Alessa SullivanI stare at the closed door that my crazy friend had just slammed in a pointless rush. I let out a breath from my chest and turned to face my roommate's father.“Are you nervous, mia cara?” I gulp as I hear him speak in Italian.The sensation of arousal intensifies even more than what happened in the apartment, where he took me last night and pleasured me.“Can you not speak, could you speak in my language?” I ask, hoping to maintain my sanity.He moves closer and walks around me.“Perché mi chiede questo, c'è un problema con la mia lingua?” “Why are you asking this, is there a problem with my language?”God, he whispers near my ear; I almost feel his tongue touching the lobe of my ear. His finger traces my arm, and I shiver at the touch, subtly giving me a lot to imagine.Just as I understand him mentioning his language, it sends my thoughts racing toward him, tearing off his clothes and taking me again like earlier this morning.“Non c'è problema.” “There is no prob
Alessa Sullivan“Come in, please...” I plead, looking into his dark eyes.“Yes, madame,” he says with a smile on his face. The friction between our sexes almost brings me to orgasm; Mattia starts moving, letting his moans escape, which only makes me crave him more.“I want you to get on all fours for me, let me pleasure you this way,” he says, and I think he still feels guilty about what happened in the library.His hands grip my waist as his lips clamp onto my nipples, his thrusts against my body heating up every cell, increasing the levels of hormones that command my pleasure.But I can't resist, and I do what he asks me to do. I turn in the bed as soon as he moves away so I can be as he wanted. His hands reach for my hair and undo the bun I had been wearing, letting strands fall across my face. “I want a repeat, without the worry of getting caught,” he says, as his finger finds my clitoris and I feel him press.I stifle the scream by biting into Giulia’s pillow, desire causing me
Mattia de LucaI had no intention of sleeping with Alessa in my daughter's bed; it was wrong and just another thing for the blonde beside me to ponder.As annoyed as I was by her saying she would rather not repeat the experience, I understood, especially since her friendship with Giulia is important, and that's what really matters to me.My daughter has never had many friends, and when she talked about the girl she was sharing her room with, I could see her eyes light up with the excitement of a friendship that was only growing stronger.My mourning for Antonella lasted many years, and it was less than two years ago that I started dating again. I saw my piccola growing up alone, without friends by her side to help her break free from her own grief, until she met Alessa.I had never met the young woman until today, as she had never wanted to spend the holidays at home with my daughter. And now, knowing her in this way, I'm grateful for that; maybe if she had come over before, none of t
Alessa SullivanWhen Mattia left the room and stole a kiss, it was clear I wouldn't be sharing a room with him; my friendship with Giulia is far more important than a few orgasms.I entered the room farthest from the one that had a wonderful scent, strong enough to make my panties damp with the excitement I felt for this attractive Italian.I sneaked into the room and was charmed by the minimalist decor, including the bed covered in white with so many pillows that it would be possible to build a fortress. Seeing all this and still being able to smell the scent lingering on my clothes, it was impossible not to feel vulnerable.I missed my mother and her wonderful advice; I so wished I could hear her telling me what to do. It's impossible not to get wrapped up in Mattia's charm.He is handsome, sexy and knows exactly what to do to make me succumb to his touch and his delicious kisses.The sadness from missing my parents only lessens when I'm startled by his presence and feel his affecti
Mattia de LucaHearing what Giulia said made me realize that my piccola was no longer my little girl, and I did the idiotic thing of talking too much.Now I was here worrying about where Alessa had gone, Giulia had already called the dormitory, and she wasn't there, which was making me even more distressed about what I'd done.I'd said I didn't want a relationship; maybe that confused her, since I assumed what had happened between her and me to my daughter.“Worrying won't bring her back, I'll talk to her tomorrow, Dad!” Giulia tried to cheer me up again.Dinner turned cold, the sun had gone out, and I didn't know what to think, she was worried about what Giulia would think and from what she showed, I could see that she had set it up.I don't mind my electoral committee questioning Alessa's age, but I can't tie her to me either, especially with her desire. I stand at the window, looking out at the dark sky, and think about what I've done.I took my daughter's best friend's virginity,
Mattia de LucaI feel all the desire still lingering between us, knowing it would only grow if she allowed it. She pulls away once her breath runs out.“I need to go; I signed up to participate in various UN volunteer actions.”That catches me off guard. I thought she would only go when she was close to graduating and could still enjoy her company here by my side.“I spent the night thinking about what you said, but I feel the desire to go, and I couldn't imagine a way to be there and support you…” She lets out a frustrated sigh.“I, I spent the night and this morning feeling like a jerk for the way I spoke yesterday, and I want to apologize for that,” she holds my face and moves closer to my body.“I did get irritated, yes, with what you said, but Mattia, I'm still very young. There are things you'll have much more experience with…” Her gaze is sad, and only then do I realize that I'm asking her for something she doesn't yet understand. Now, I begin to understand what she's feeling.
Alessa SullivanI couldn’t sleep last night; I kept trying to find a solution to what I felt about being with Mattia.When I chose a stranger to be my first man, I had no idea that this man would turn out to be the father of my best friend, and now my feelings are so mixed up.The request to be with him, if just a casual affair, distracted me from my real focus.The death of my parents is the reason I practically received a lifelong scholarship for my studies as long as I maintain average grades. And here I am, thinking about being involved with a man twenty years older, a Republican, and Giulia’s father.I wish I had my cell phone with me, at least to see what was happening. It was quite late; maybe Giulia was still awake!I look at the clock, and it’s almost time to go to the hospital, I’m sure Giulia will use the first opportunity she gets to approach me.I get ready, and the decision to volunteer at the UN seems even more correct with each passing hour, even though I wish I could
Between Wines, LoveZara AlcântaraMy youngest brother's wedding happened, and I still can't believe so many things have happened in the last five months.I gaze at the sunset that occurred in Ibiza. I managed to return to Capri alongside Pietra and Guilherme. I didn't want to spend any more time deluding myself that one day Ruslan would give up who he is to live by my side in Europe.Being in love with him was something that wasn't in my plans, but what could I do? He's handsome, a lord, that romantic man every woman hopes to find one day to call her own.On the small table, there was a cheese platter and a bottle of wine that I was analyzing, wonderful to be savored alongside a company that will take you to heights, giving you multiple orgasms.I was ready to take the last sip and go to the hotel to enjoy my love disillusionment when I noticed two men approaching the chair behind mine!I look back at the setting sun and bring the glass to my lips, savoring the taste, feeling each no
Sheik Mahjub Al-MakkiI see the guard shaking his head, and I enter the apartment with my bag, hoping my mother has packed something for me to wear tonight!I walk through the space I already know well and start to smell the perfume my wife is wearing. I smile when I see that she received the red and white roses I ordered yesterday to congratulate her on the stylish completion of her time at the Bolshoi.It's something she handled within herself. Despite my deep concern over not having my wife with me full-time in the last six months, I know it's been even more difficult and exhausting for her. I saw her face thinning out in the last month, with the insane routine she was enduring, the little time she took to rest.I saw her trying to juggle being at home, being present by my side, and trying to fulfill her ballet performance schedule.I entered the bedroom, and to my surprise, my mother had packed a tuxedo in the bag. My intention was to wear traditional clothes, but why not repeat t
One Year LaterSheikh Mahjub Al-MakkiWho would have thought that Allah would bless me as He did. Five years ago, I discovered the so-called “rock bottom”, a Brazilian expression my parents brought into our home, and with much pain, I discovered the real meaning of that phrase.After our honeymoon, there was the celebration of my assuming leadership of our entire nation. Despite the implementation of a democratic government in Sudan over the years, something that pushes the poorest parts of my country into misery every day, we continue to do our best for those who seek us out.It was a beautiful celebration, and my wife, as always, was wonderful by my side. Day after day, Hope continues to surprise everyone with her approach to the various charities she has embraced with such care.The main one is the “Sudanese Ballerinas”. When she's not taking care of our home and family, she's helping and teaching young women in our country to stand on their toes and dance as beautifully as she doe
Hope Al-MakkiI'm the person who once hated him for what he did, who didn't want to hear about him anymore. Now, my only desire is to feel my husband unraveling inside me.I slide my hands from his shoulders and hold my breasts, gently squeezing, letting him see what I'm doing. His movements intensify, and with each new thrust, I get closer to a new orgasm.My muscles start to contract, just as my legs begin to have small spasms. Our breaths were quickened and uneven."So good!""Ohhhh..." My mind was jelly at that moment.We were tired after almost a week without proper sleep and mainly missing sharing the bedside by side. My husband has slight spasms, showing that he reached his peak, as I had my own orgasm.I open my eyes and see my husband taking in air, his face starting to show fatigue from all the excitement we've had in the last week. This will be the best memory we'll have."We still have several hours until we land, how about a little nap?" He asks me."It will be wonderful,
Hope Al-MakkiOur party was still going on when Mahjub took my hand and led us to the waiting car. We were a mix of exhaustion and happiness; it's impossible not to say how radiant we were that night.As we entered the small aircraft that soon was flying over Khartoum and taking us towards Dubai, I felt excitement for what was about to happen. The fatigue we were feeling wouldn't erase all the longing and desire I have for my husband.I turn my back and wait for my husband; I know he's just as eager as I am for him to take me out of this dress, which is starting to squeeze various parts of my body.My hair was a shade lighter than usual, as I'm not blonde like my mother, which doesn't sadden me; I like the tone it is. I feel the strands of my hair cascade over my shoulders as Mahjub removes the hijab I was wearing. The same one he gifted me on our wedding day.With my back turned to have the dress taken off of me, I start feeling button after button, my body starting to be freed from
Mahjub Al-MakkiMy heart was skipping with happiness; there were only minutes left until I saw Hope entering the grand hall, and my anxiety was almost out of control. I was desperate with longing and just wanted her by my side.Matheus and Zara were next to me, trying to keep me from running off to find my swan. I saw my parents dancing joyfully, and it was impossible not to feel the same enthusiasm they were feeling at that moment. Even the imam was festive; he was dancing among my family members.Then the music changed, and I turned towards the same doors I had entered just a few minutes ago. I felt my hands sweating, and then I saw my beautiful swan. She was wearing a dress that revealed she truly was a princess… My princess!Hope was in her completely sparkling white dress, making her the center of attention. The voluminous skirt prevented her from dancing more freely as she entered the hall alongside her parents, with her siblings right behind them. As is our culture, the two f
Mahjub Al-MakkiI couldn’t be happier. We've been celebrating for three days straight, with many festivities, dances, tributes, visits from heads of state, celebrities, and most importantly, seeing the happiness of both our families around us.These are the same families I once deeply hurt by not understanding and accepting the choices my parents made for me and even Hope’s parents made for her. I didn’t accept their choices for me, and in a very hard way, I discovered that I lost precious time alongside my swan, whom I watched mature from a distance.I look at the whole party happening on this side of the hall. My brothers were having fun, going in and out of the curtains, watching Hope prepare to enjoy her own party. I wanted so much to be near her, to see how nervous she must be. To participate in each of the stages she is going through.We haven’t seen each other for practically a week, and we’ve barely spoken since everyone has been doing their best to complicate any moment I cou
Hope de LucaI looked at my fiancé, who extended his hand and pulled me into his arms. We heard exclamations from everyone present and some laughter too.“I miss you,” he said, his lips touching my forehead.“I miss you too!” I nestled into his arms.We heard our families socializing, my parents talking with my in-laws, who were gifting them with small jewelry boxes. But at that moment, I was captivated by Mahjub's gaze. He seemed to be scanning every part of my face, making me blush and showing that my health was better.I looked to the side when I felt a subtle touch on my waist. Ruslan was there with the case containing my gift for Mahjub. I took the box and turned to face my prince.“The first time I gave this to you, I saw you as a fairy tale prince who needed something to remember my existence,” I said, watching him open the case. “Today, we are on a completely different level. This piece is no longer just a reminder but a symbol of my love for you.”I took the masbaha from his
Hope de LucaReligion forbids us from touching or having intimacy before marriage; it is a law imposed by the Quran, one that I have already made my beautiful prince break. I hear him asking for forgiveness daily, and of course, I also ask for forgiveness. But I would never stop sleeping by his side.However, the wedding was approaching, and my mother-in-law made us separate a bit to obey the laws, the same ones we had been breaking since our reunion. We hadn't seen each other for a few days already, and we still had the next few days to endure the longing of sharing the same room.After we met my friend and his father, we spent almost a month in Washington. I wanted to be close to Guilherme, to be his friend as I always had been. Even though there were still some reports about our engagement, I would not stop being by his side.To ease the whole situation and exposure that Guilherme was going through, my father decided to cancel the marriage proposal that Gui had made. He wrote a not