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
Mattia de LucaI love my daughter for convincing Alessa to come home and talk to me about what she's done, but I won't take her desire and dream away from her, even if she took the action she did.Alessa is young and maturity is achieved through the actions we take, whether they are right or wrong, and her actions will have consequences. I'll try to be by her side as much as I can.We had a wonderful afternoon together, she'd prepared our dinner, and seeing her in just my shirt with my breasts almost showing, I was dying to make love to her right there on the sofa.I was already in my underwear with her next to me on the couch. Even though I was worried about this possible war approaching, I don't know what the fuck I was worried about, just imagining her in danger on the other side of the world.I got up in my underwear and went to answer the door, I wasn't expecting anyone and the unwanted person would have seen me in my underwear to understand that I didn't want a visitor.“Dad, th
Mattia de Luca“How about some wine?” I remember Giulia had bought some.“I brought a dry white and a red, Mattia,” Erick points me to the counter and invites me to join him.I leave a kiss on Alessa's forehead and see her sit next to her friend while I help Erick with the wines.“She insisted on coming, sorry for showing up uninvited like this,” I touch his shoulder and smile.“My daughter is Italian, you'll find out they only leave us alone when they get what they want!” I remember her mother, persuading me.We pour ourselves some wine and head towards the two, who were discussing how Giulia's first shift had been.“You can still back out, Alessa!” I sit behind Alessa and pull her towards me as I hand her a glass.“I've already talked to her about it, Giulia, I think if it's a dream she should pursue it!” I say, taking a sip of the wine.With a good Italian, I appreciate a good wine, and surely, my daughter taught her then-boyfriend which one I would appreciate more.“Dad, the UN is
Alessa SullivanI woke up a little earlier today to get everything ready for my first day at the hospital. Even though I had done my volunteering, I still needed to fulfill my college's required hours.With my bag packed and ready to go, I left the room to let Mattia get ready. I wanted to make some coffee before heading out, not knowing when I’d have the chance to eat again. The aroma of the coffee was delightful.A strong, heavy hand squeezed my left breast, and a soft kiss followed by a nibble on my neck made me laugh.“Are you ready to go?” I asked my charming Italian.“I am too!” he replied. I turned toward him and saw that his travel bag was already prepared and sitting on the couch.I sighed, beginning to feel the distance between us closing in. I ran my hand along his waist and rested my head on his chest.“Are we parting ways already, and you're missing me, ragazza?”I nodded while taking in the scent of his woody perfume. He tightened his embrace around me and kissed my fore
Mattia de LucaHearing that cop ruining my fun with my ragazza really pissed me off even more about everything I've been dealing with. But seeing Alessa feeling intimidated by what the cop said made me angry.I want to keep my girl safe, especially given the age situation. Even though she says it doesn't bother her, society is extremely prejudiced, especially knowing that our ages are really quite far apart.A kiss filled me with longing, and I felt a strange sensation in my chest. It's as if we shouldn't be apart, even for a few days.I understand and accept that she needs to pursue her dreams and achievements. I would never clip this ragazza’s wings just to keep her by my side and under my watch.My flight was already waiting to take off. I gathered all my belongings and left the car in the hangar, knowing it would somehow get to Giulia’s apartment.I rushed to the aircraft with my cellphone in hand, needing to tell Giulia that I’d be back over the weekend. Perhaps I'll take the opp
Alessa SullivanThis first day at the hospital was proving to be a challenge; they scapegoated me for missing yesterday. As punishment, I'm being put into every elective surgery—simple procedures that don't add much to my learning.I was in my third pediatric postectomy surgery while my team was dealing with an automotive accident involving limb loss.When I finally got some time off, I had lunch with Giulia, who had been waiting for me for a while. I walked through the hospital corridors, hoping not to see anyone I knew, to avoid being asked to do anything. The hospital was full of patients, and there was a staff shortage, so everyone was overwhelmed.We found a quiet place to sit and talk. I was surprised to see Erick by her side, offering her something that she was refusing with disgust.“I can hear the cow mooing!” I started laughing.I sat down next to her with a sandwich in my hand and remembered all the times we had found ourselves in awkward situations because Giulia didn't li
Alessa SullivanImpatiently, I move closer and demand the kiss I need, the affection he can give me the moment his lips touch my burning skin.“Mi dici cosa vuoi?” “Tell me what you need?”“Fammi tuo…” “Make me yours…”I say, letting out a moan at the end of the sentence, writhing as I feel the touch of his hand on my back, searching for the clasp of my bra. Enough to bring me to the brink of begging him to fuck me already.I tilt my head back and feel his lips on my collarbone, his strong hand in my hair, causing a bit of pain and shooting pleasure right to my already eager clit. He guides me back to the bed and kisses my upper chest.“I missed you…” I practically moan, smiling as I feel him rub his erection, still concealed by the fabric of his underwear.“I could tell you missed me,” I let him suck on my lower lip. “I'll have to thank Giu later for having you here by my side,” I smile as I hear him.Our kisses become urgent, and I surrender to his touch, to his moans near my ea
Mattia de LucaHaving Alessa in my apartment was the best surprise I could have asked for, even though I found it quite strange that she was here. Especially since she was only supposed to come over in two days for dinner on Saturday.Today is Tuesday, and from what she had mentioned, she was supposed to be on duty for the next two days and then off. But since she was anticipating a call-up, I was sure she would not show up here anytime soon.I'll start working on this call-up tomorrow to ensure she doesn’t go to any risky places. I feel that if she’s here, it’s because something happened.Now, the moment she told me she had been called up to go, a possessive side of me emerged that I only remember showing when I was with Antonella. Whenever we disagreed, I practically held her down in bed and got what she wanted without letting her leave the house.Even though she didn’t like that, she never complained because we're Italian, and our passion always speaks louder. Having my ragazza ben
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