Alessa SullivanHis hands gently caress my back, and I look up at his masculine face, realizing how much I will miss this passionate Italian, who has transformed me into a woman.Your wife!I don't want to stay in the water too long; I want to lie next to you, soaking in your scent on my skin.“We need to change these sheets,” I say, amused by the mess we've made.We tidy everything up so we can lie down and enjoy my last few hours with you, and so we can argue a bit more comfortably too.“Now we're going to argue,” I hear him say, just as he opens his arms for me to lie in them.“I don't want to argue; I want to enjoy my last night...” He turns towards me.“It's not your last night; you're just going to a war, and I'll do everything to keep you safe,” he says.I turn towards him, swing my leg over his, and gently caress his face, knowing and understanding what he's trying to do, even though it's hard.“Mattia, I'm alone...”“Not anymore...” I interrupt him, needing to get it out.“Le
Alessa SullivanThe flight to Kiev proved to be exhausting and filled with anxiety and nervousness, not only for me, but for most of the soldiers and volunteers with me at that moment.Kiev, the capital of Ukraine, was besieged by Russian troops. In an initial agreement in an attempt to achieve peace for both peoples suffering from the greed of the Russian government, they managed to create a humanitarian aid corridor, offering help and treatment for the wounded.It was cold as I stepped out of the aircraft, observing much of the city engulfed in flames or black smoke rising, some buildings destroyed. I tightened my heavy coat and watched the snow fall beside me. With my backpack on my back and my small luggage in hand, I pulled out my phone to let Mattia and Giulia know I had arrived safely.To my dismay, my phone had died, so I would have to wait until we reached where we would be housed to rest and plug in my phone. Carmen approached me and guided me towards some tents with the Red
Mattia de LucaSeeing Alessa leave left me anxious and much tenser than I imagined I would be watching her depart. Giulia holds my hand as we watch the plane take off.We didn't stay there for long; the weather was starting to cool, and I didn't want to linger there any longer. I have to keep my wife safe. I need to get in touch with António.I'm sure Alessa will be furious, but I want to hear from her as soon as that Hercules lands. And if I'm right, she won't have battery to call me, since there's no way to plug in the phone in that military plane.“Let's go, I still need to schedule a lunch for today,” I say to Giulia.“Dad, she'll be angry!” she exclaims.“I hope so, mì piccola...”We leave the base; I drop my daughter off at my apartment—she had left her car there. I couldn't take too long. Fabrízia had managed to secure a meeting with the secretary at a restaurant.“This weekend, I'll be heading to George; I bought an apartment for myself,” I tell her as I park the car in front
Alessa SullivanI had a terrible night. Throughout the early hours, there were many bombings. Sirens in the distance informed us that more victims would be arriving, trying to find refuge from this senseless war.Long before dawn, we were already wearing gloves, stitching up victims who kept arriving at the Red Cross tent.I was exhausted, and it wasn’t even ten in the morning yet. I decided to take a break and call Giulia and then Mattia.“Good morning, my humanitarian friend, how are things?”I made a video call, chose a spot a bit further away, and sat down under a tree that was beginning to lose its brown leaves to the winter that must be quite harsh in this part of the planet.I looked into the distance and saw buildings ablaze, black smoke rising, and many sirens blaring in the background. I hugged my leg, resting my cheek on my knee, and stayed silent while Giulia looked for a spot to give me her full attention.“Is it really that bad?”Her question, even though redundant, is u
Mattia De LucaMy day dragged by so slowly; I spent it waiting for a call from Alessa, who seemed to have forgotten about me, especially on her first day at war.When I got home, I turned on the TV and was met with terrifying news. New bombings had occurred during the early hours, which was enough to make me anxious about what was happening with that ragazza who couldn't follow a simple order.I managed to rest a little, even though I was quite anxious about my wife being out of touch. I was so tired that I hardly noticed when I dozed off in the middle of the night.I was awakened by my cellphone ringing on the bed.“Good morning, piccola, what happened?” I asked, still noticing it was early.“I just spoke with Alessa.”I sat up in bed, startled.“I spent the night worried; there was a new attack, and she hasn’t called me yet,” I said, letting my concern speak louder.“We were video chatting; she turned the camera and I saw everything was destroyed, then she focused on a boy who was b
Mattia De LucaShe shifts the position of the phone screen, and there on a small stretcher was a little boy, covered in medical equipment. I look at his face, and indeed he reminds me a lot of Alessa—the light tone of his hair, the delicate nose, and even the shape of his lips.“Mi cara, he looks like you, it's as if I'm seeing a male version of you.” I say, startled by the resemblance.“I'm frightened by the resemblance and I don't want to get attached, if his parents show up here, I'll suffer!”“Let's go in parts, all right, we'll wait and see if anyone comes looking for him, if not, I'll bring him home for the duration of his volunteering!”A twinkle appears in his eyes, a huge smile that makes my chest beat frantically.“Alessa, I'm in love with you and I want to see you happy, if you want to adopt this bambino, I'll be by your side supporting you.”“I'm in love with you too Mattia and for some reason I feel it's the right thing to do with this little boy.”“Don't worry, I'll make
Alessa SullivanWatching and listening as my Italian masturbated left me burning with pleasure. I urgently needed a bath to cool down everything I was feeling at that moment.I approached my little survivor and kissed him lovingly on the forehead.“I'll come and see you soon, my little boy!” I'm happy to know that Mattia supported me.Even though I wasn't sure what I wanted, I trusted him with my insecurity, as a couple. Even though we haven't come out publicly yet, I'm sure he wouldn't let me worry about the safety of this child.I leave the tent where they were with the little one and go to where the showers are. I need to quench the heat I'm feeling between my legs, since I won't be able to relieve myself with my Italian, I won't be in this state all day.I step into a small shower cubicle and relax in the hot shower, my tense muscles begin to soften, I remove the foam from my body, smiling at the scent I smell, I made sure to bring Mattia's liquid soap.I would rather not forget t
Mattia de LucaUnfortunately, I got stuck at the office later than expected. I wanted to speak with Alessa at home and calmly tell her that I wouldn't be able to visit her this weekend. Especially now that she seems inclined to adopt a child. If she has opened up to this extent to ask for my help, it must be very important to her. Moreover, the resemblance between her and that little boy is striking, which took me by surprise.With her desire to be the mother of that boy, I need to start leveraging my influence to bring him home and provide him with top-notch medical care. However, I also have to consider the possibility that the child's parents might still be alive, somewhere receiving care.I continue to look for ways to reduce this electoral procession across the American states. When I open the electoral website and see my name at the top of the list as a likely elected congressman with the most votes, I feel immensely proud. If I do secure a seat in Congress, I will use all my in
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