Cole, most of the time, lived alone. Because of this, it was easy for him to prepare for the family life that his father had set up for him. He was living in a three-bedroom apartment near where the company’s new offices were supposed to be.
But at the moment, he was still moving. He still had boxes arranged in piles all over his house.
He spent a little time every day unpacking in space that day since Elizabeth was coming. He simply arranged the boxes and taking out the mirror he had in his room. He thought that the living room with the carpet in the middle would be the perfect place for Elizabeth’s photos.
The feeling was kinda novel to him. He was technically planning for the arrival of someone that he barely knew. Heck, they only have one date, and that’s the first introduction too.
It felt weird, but Cole already learned to accept that.
Pushing all thoughts at the back of his head, Cole then got dedicated to his job of cleani
Cole stared at her silently but couldn’t stop staring at her body. Over her black lace bra, Elizabeth also wore a small white short. The shorts covered only half of her buttocks. She then turned around to inspect herself through the mirror. “If this left your mouth open, I wait to see what is underneath,” she said playfully with a raised brow as she looked at Cole’s hungry expression.Elizabeth giggled before she said, “You can start doing your work. Take pictures, so you are useful.”He gave her an evil grin before he took a step back. Elizabeth then assumed the first pose. She lifted her hands up as if stretching over the mirror, her ass plump in the air.It was a pose that left little to the imagination. After all, her tights were toned, and there was a very little garment to cover her pussy.Cole started taking photos while she silently stares at him.However, it did not take long for her to rea
Cole groaned as he felt himself cum inside Elizabeth.“What are you doing?” Elizabeth could feel the warmth within her.When Cole finishes cumming inside Elizabeth, he then pulled out for her and helps her stand up on the floor. He has a forced smile on his face as he looked at Elizabeth apologetically.Elizabeth could not help glaring at him. “I am asking you, what was that for?” She demanded, unsure how she really felt.“I couldn’t help it,” Cole replied that did not make Elizabeth feel better.“That was out of place,” Elizabeth looked at Cole with a complicated expression. She could feel his semen slowly came out of her vagina.Cole stroked her hair gently, and with a faint smile, he said, “Why? We got married on Saturday, remember.”He then closed his eyes before his face slowly approached Elizabeth.She released a heavy sigh and allowed herself to be kissed
Stretching his hands Cole squeezes Elizabeth’s ass with force and then gives her a strong spanking.Elizabeth lets out a groan and begins to move faster. Squeezing Elizabeth’s buttocks, Cole begins to move, making her jump as they both scream.Feeling how his movements make Elizabeth tremble as the speed increases, she falls on Cole’s chest. He slides his hands over Elizabeth’s body before raising one of her legs and then moved as quickly as he could with force. Cole’s other hand reached to one of her chests before he squeezes it roughly. Elizabeth says in a low voice, close to ecstasy, “Do it inside, finish me inside.”Cole moving with force, increases the speed to finish inside Elizabeth while both let out a cry and tremble.With quick breathing, Elizabeth stares at Cole’s face with a blissful expression.Cole slowly leans over to her to give her a kiss. Both of them were silent for a
Elizabeth was sitting staring at him, and she said, “Really, are you okay with this? Not the sex, not the photos, not the morbid, living together. We will see each other all day, every day.”Frowning, Cole put his hands crossed on his legs and said, “I’m worried. We don’t know anything about each other. But it’s already secured, but look-“Cole smiles and says to Elizabeth, “Let me woo you. We will live together. That will make it easier to go looking for a walk.”Elizabeth smiles a little at Cole’s joke and says, “But how are we going to share the bathroom, the food, and the conviviality?”Elizabeth hugs her legs, covering her breasts, staring at Cole.“Well, we’ll be like roommates in college. We’ll have to get used to it” Cole’s smile was calm, and his breathing was slow, “Or you can stay at home for a few months until you’re more co
It took me a long time to figure out what love was. I think it’s because I’ve never seen the use of it.But why seeing the use of the most absurdly horrifying acts has been performed in the name of love. He would indeed say the most beautiful too, and I think that’s the reason why he was able to show me what love really was, but I’m getting ahead of myself.I am Jessika Harris, and my job is to organize special events for special people. Since I am an event producer and in charge of protocol, my work is impeccable. I am organized, and that part of my life I like to have. Still, I have never understood how people can lose their minds over some minor things.If I have to tell you when it all started, it would be in a conversation the day before meeting him. You know those conversations that usually don’t matter except for that idea that someone said inadvertently, those conversations that change your perspective on something unexpecte
He looked at me with a charming smile that almost made me feel something, but I didn’t, and opening my door with real chivalry, he said, “What is love? That question is difficult; someone who sees life like you and is in love should tell you, it is your best chance to understand it!”That idea was fascinating, and I looked at it, thanked him, and went to my apartment, dissecting each of his words on the possibility that there was what I was looking for.The next day started like any other day, except that it began too late for me, it was nothing dramatic, but I didn’t have time to eat breakfast, which made me more grumpy than usual.I arrived at my office, and Ronda was waiting for me with a coffee that, by tasting my lips, brought me back to life. She was excited, and I really didn’t know why.I asked, “Why so happy, Ronda? We should be hiring a new chef.”She gave me a splendid smile, before respond
Richard said with a smile on his face, “Don’t worry, and I actually want to do it!”Looking at him, I added, “There is no point in hiring someone who cannot exceed Robert’s standard, so it is better to take a test boss.”My boss looked at me with fierce eyes, but together we walked in the direction of the kitchen area.Richard was going ahead as if he knew which path to take, it was strange, and he had all the confidence in the world in his way of walking, people saw us going towards the kitchen area, and a wave of wild rumors began to come out.He came in calmly and took off his jacket and tie, and he fastened it while he adjusted an apron and rolled up his sleeves.He seemed to exactly know what he was doing and smiling, and he turned around to look at me and say, “Any request? Or do you just want me to prepare a rich breakfast for you? “I responded confusedly to what he said, “Breakfa
Richard adapted excellently to work, his food was appreciated by everyone, and co-workers loved being with him. He treated everyone as his equal and seemed to develop a friendship with everyone that he was so dear caused me ongoing frustration.At the time, I thought, how is it that he had no defects? How is it that everyone felt that he was such a great guy?He was even delighted with me, and he tried to get closer to me and establish a friendship that I fought daily.One day when I arrived at my desk, I was exhausted from the continuous course of work we had.Organizing the events and then maintaining them was incredibly exhausting, and when I arrived, a cup of coffee was on my table.But it was not a regular coffee. It was a sparkling Macchiato, and next to it, a plate with a sandwich that looked really exquisite.I turned to look at my secretary, and she smiled and said, “Richie brought it!” He said you would arrive tired bec
She knew she was. She made heads turn, and her presence alone could make even the strongest man weak to his knees. Single men, dating, married, poor or rich all wanted her, but she went for Paul thinking he was the saint he portrayed himself to be.She could have said no, but she was confused. He might change, she thought, but now he wasn’t going to.He proved that over and over again. Dorothy got tired but didn’t know how to break up with him, and she was grateful he was finally gone, although she didn’t like the circumstances surrounding that fact.“Here is your tea,” she said as she placed the cup of tea on the table before Aston in his studio. She took a few sips of hers before placing her cup on the table too. “The weather outside is beautiful today.”“Yes. Yes, it is,” Aston confirmed, although his eyes never left Dorothy. “How about we go somewhere else while this dries?” he suggested.“Sure.”Together with their teas in their hands, they walked out of the studio. Instinctively
Stella observed the interaction between the two, and once again, she knew she had lost Aston to Dorothy because he never looked at her the way he was looking at Dorothy, and that spoke volumes.Stella stood up and straightened out her dress.“I’ll check on you later, Aston, and nice to meet you, Dorothy,” she said with a smile and walked towards Steve.They bid each other farewell, and she left the room.Steve sat down in the chair Stella had just left vacant, crossing his arms over his chest again. He said with a strange emotion in his voice, “You mentioned something about you thinking Paul would change. Has he done something like this before?”Dorothy let out a heavy sigh before replying, “Yes. Yes, he has. Many times.”“Will you be able to testify against him in court?” Aston asked as calmly as he could.“Yes, I will. I think I’ve had enough of him,” she finalized.“Well, I admire your courage, my lady,” Steve commended, further encouraging Dorothy. “By the way, did you meet the pa
‘’We caught this young woman trying to force her way into the ward, and we suspect she might be part of the paparazzi,” the first police officer answered.Steve observed Dorothy noting that she looked familiar then he remembered her. ‘It’s fine, boys. Let her through.The police officers released her arms, and Dorothy threw them a disdainful look, then sent a grateful one Steve’s way.He opened the door for her, and she walked in, thanking Steve with a smile.Steve closed the door with a gentle click and faced Dorothy. “He’s right this way. I’m not supposed to say this, Dorothy, but he’s been expecting you.”Expecting her? Did he want to see her? Did this have something to do with her, or did he just want to see her? She wished it was the latter.Wait, this is Steve, Aston’s best friend and the owner of ‘From Our Hearts’ gallery, but how did he know her?Steve seemed to sense her conflicting thoughts. He sighed and then said, “I can assure you that there’s nothing to fret about, and w
She opened her eyes and brought her fingers up to see them coated with her juices— and Aston hair she had been supposedly pulling happened to be her shower curtain.She just fantasized about Aston pleasuring, but it was better than anything she had ever had with Paul, and the best part —she didn’t regret it.She wanted more of it. She wanted to make it real, so much that she was started to became inpatient and frustrated.The reality of her situation dawned on her when she got out of the shower. She stared at the ring on her finger, and for the first time, she felt trapped.The ring became heavy on her finger, and it began to feel like a heavy burden on her. She slipped the ring off her finger and placed it on the drawer bedside of the bed.Suddenly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Paul. She closed her eyes to picture Paul in her life as she had always done, but this time, Paul was replaced with Aston.And that moment, it became apparent to her that she w
Dorothy turned around to see Paul standing there, arms folded across his chest and his eyes shooting daggers at Aston, who ignored him, by the way.“So I’ll call you and let you know how it goes, okay?” Aston asked while looking at Dorothy, who nodded excitedly like a kid.Aston smiled and then replied, “Bye Dorothy, and take care of yourself.”“Okay!. Bye Aston, and thanks for visiting. It really means a lot,” Dorothy said, as she walked him to the door.He stopped for a moment and took a look at Paul, who was still standing in the doorway.“And you too, Paul. It was nice to meet you,” she added, and with that, he walked out of their flat without waiting to hear Paul’s grunt of a response.Not wanting Paul to ruin her mood, Dorothy hopped past the grumpy Paul happily to their bedroom, humming a song.The only thing in her head was that her art was going to be at an exhibition– something she never expected to happen.For the rest of the day, Dorothy was in high spirits humming a favor
Dorothy turned around with a smile. “Hello Mr and Mrs Harris. Wonderful weather we have today, yeah?”“Absolutely,” Mrs. Harris chirped while Mr. Harris only nodded.“Let’s go in,” she said to Aston leading the way. “How do you like your tea?” Dorothy asked as they entered her flat, locking the door behind them.“Anything is fine, thank you,” he replied with a smileDorothy walked to the kitchen, and moments later, the sound of a kettle whistling was heard, followed by cabinets opening and closing.Aston took this time to observe the interior decor of the flat. It was an average-sized flat with clean white walls decorated with prints of beautiful paintings.Different artifacts, frames, flower vases, and books sat well arranged on the shelf.Wine-colored drapes framed the windows, and the inner lace curtains remained drawn, allowing the sun rays to enter, casting a golden sheen into the living room. The decor was simple yet beautiful and welcoming.This reminded Aston of the typical co
“Oh, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. And believe me, when I say coming from you means so much more,” she said.“I thought I was doing horribly, so I stopped painting for a while. I only began painting again when I came across your works in a gallery. I was in awe of hyperrealism. It was magnificent, and I knew I wanted to know how to paint like you,” she explained excitedly. “Meeting you here might be the best thing that has happened to me this year.”It was Aston’s turn to feel flattered, and he did ever so much. He had received a lot of compliments, but in a weird way, Dorothy appreciating his art made him feel he did something for someone, and it made him feel good.“I’m sure you’ll learn a lot from this class, and I can give you pointers if you want.”“You know I didn’t exactly enroll for this class. Mrs. Michael is my aunt, and she just allows me to join in and last week was my second time here.”“That makes sense. I didn’t think you paint. I though
For heaven’s sake, he wasn’t some teenager going through hormonal changes, so why couldn’t he stop thinking about Dorothy’s body and, even worse, smiling and blushing at the memory.‘’I guess we can now deduce my idea wasn’t laced with foolishness after all,’ Steve said with the smug look still on his faceAston scoffed, rolling his eyes at him, and said, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I am still not convinced the class will do me any good.”“We’ll see about that, mate. We’ll see.”The whole weekend felt like torture to Aston. He longed to see Dorothy again, and it seemed the weekend was taking too long to end.Everything was confusing to him; what he was feeling about Dorothy and why he was feeling that way didn’t make any sense to him, but he just wanted to see her again.When Monday finally came, Aston could hardly wait till 3 pm when classes started, and by 12 pm, he was already at the building waiting for Dorothy to show up, but she didn’t.Class started, and she was still nowhere
In one swift moment, a bang was heard, and the whole dining table came crashing down, sending a wave of shock throw Dorothy.She had seen this happen so many times, but she could never get used to it. He promised to change.He said he was going to be better, but after two years and nothing had changed.The last time, it was the TV that suffered it, which took a while to replace, and now, the dining table had also felt the impact of Paul’s fist.The table was ruined; dinner was ruined too.“You love being a whore, eh? You love letting different men run their hands all over your body under the guise of art, right?” He barked the vile words pacing the dining room.The words made her feel she had just been prickled with over a hundred pins.“I am not a whore, Paul!. I am not! I love art, and you know it!” She yelled at him.He scoffed before he said, “Oh c’mon. You’re just using art as a cover-up. You enjoy the way these so-called artists of yours touch you.”He then grabbed her shoulder