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2024-10-29 19:42:56The garden was private, and they could enjoy serene views without being seen nor bothered by the rest of the park goers. Millie surveyed the surroundings in fascination as he retrieved a mat and a small woven picnic basket from a corner in the spacing, something he had probably placed earlier, she guessed.
The city skyscrapers, the enormous clouds of smoke from the industries, the massive clean river rumbling down was all breathtaking. Millie shifted her gaze to James, who had now spread the mat, inviting her to sit by him. She obeyed and sat as he lifted the cover off the small picnic basket and placed it between them, closely within her reach.
She exclaimed in excitement, muttering thanks in succession while her hands reached in the basket for a handful of dark ripe berries, munching a mouthful, eyes closed, shaking her head in agreement at how tasty they were.
The berries were fresh, and she had been obsessed with dark berries for so long, even becoming her f
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She spread the wet pre-ejaculation juices on the dick over the tip, placing it back in her opening, trying to push it in. She loudly exclaimed, cursing as James pushed the cock in her. He withdrew, having only managed to make a quarter of his massive member in her and, with a powerful stroke and her scream, smashed his huge dick fully home, deep in her pussy.He groaned, feeling the tight pussy walls pressing against his massive member as he withdrew. James slowly built momentum, stroking her in long, full thrusts as she screamed in a combination of pure ecstasy and some pain. He gripped her round butt cheeks, turning her in a doggy style, tapped her pussy lips with his dick before smashing it back in her as she sucked at the air.He continued the exploits, grabbing her hair from behind, smashing long deep strokes as she cried, asking for more. Building a fast, consistent momentum, James felt her muscles tightening is probably a build-up to another organism. He m
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Millie walked towards him, running her hands over his clothed body in light massages while kissing him deeply. He opened up his lips, allowing her the pleasure to suck at the tender flesh of his crispy lips. She strapped his shirt open, tearing it off his body in a powerful pull that surprised him, and shook it off him together with his gown, exposing his massive, muscled chest.She sucked deeper at his lower lip, rubbing her fingers over his chest flesh in erotic teases, and lowered one hand to rub at his hard erection over his pants. She dipped the hand in his pants, flashing out his cock.James lowered his pants, jumping out of them to fully nakedness at Millie’s command. He shifted his gaze to Miss Georgina, who had been pleasuring herself with her hands while moaning softly on the floor. Millie took two quick steps to her, commanding James to kneel on the floor next to Miss Georgina, which he obeyed.Miss Georgina outstretched on the floor, spreading
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Standing in the balcony grills, staring into the abyss, dressed in just a vast t-shirt, is Millie Johnson. Outside the apartment is a modern harbor, a serene, beautiful beach, bathing in breath taking orange rays of sunrise and amongst the most amazing beautiful sights, anyone can behold. She is up early, just like the previous morning before this after sleep stints of amnesia.A few other people are also up early to admire and take photos of the beautiful sunrise. But Millie doesn’t notice any of this or, more precisely, pretends not to, her mind having drifted off away in a dreamy, wishing kind of state. She takes in deep breaths of air, hoping the suffocating feel subsides, but that does not help either.It has been two months since she left her home town and flown to the City of Dodoma for her University education. She would have wished for a university closer home, but this was the best Media institution in the whole region, and she was determined to emerge
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Little Norah pushed a finger deep in her wet p*ssy, making her gasp loudly. She thrust the finger in and out of her p*ssy walls, slowly at first and slowly building a consistent momentum to faster and more powerful fingering. She teased her clit using the tip of her tongue, licking and exploring while leaving the finger at its exploits.Millie gasped, stammering as her body went rigid in a build-up to an organism. She grabbed her friend’s hair for support, clenching her feet, and locked her legs around her head. She pushed her deeper, urging her on with what had now reduced to a simple, almost un audible beg. She cried softly in a whimper, feeling herself lose control of her body.Millie momentarily shook, rolling her eyes to the back of her head while biting her lip harder to suppress the moans unsuccessfully, and with a loud groan, she exploded, trembling in a body shaking organism. She moaned while calling her best friend’s name, spraying a massive gust
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Only now, he felt guilty and thought maybe if he had joined her on the campus, things would have been different at the moment. But despite it all, he was proud of the path he took and hoped his best friend would come around and understand him someday.Standing in the same place they had happily circled during their first year of friendship while giggling, the memory of that and more happy moments of them together flashed through James’s mind. He felt more guilt and, wiping away the tears, turned and slowly dragged his feet towards the direction he had just come from.As more guilt tore at his heart, he withdrew his phone, remembering something he had not shared with her and swallowing the ego they had developed recently of no one wanting to be the first to check up on the other, texted her even adding a loving heart emoji.He locked his phone, pushed it back to the pockets of his shorts, and walked back home, not listening to music anymore and no longer in
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As she slowly got drunk, she heard a notification on her phone, checked, and immediately her heart leaped. It was a message from James. Finally, after such a long time and on such a worse day for her, he had decided to check up on her. She was angry at him still and did not reply, but she did feel better than she had earlier and was grateful to him. However, she did not answer, instead opting to surprise him.Staring in interest across from the counter, sipping a beer, was one tall and powerfully built gentleman. He observed the girl seated in his favorite spot, at disdain first followed by more scrutiny and interest.His mates around the pub had nicknamed him the tavern hunter since he spent most of his evenings here hunting for potential prey, and he had just earmarked his victim for the night, a chocolate beauty sitting in his spot and drinking dry gin without flinching even a little bit.He picked up his half bottle and walked towards her table, he asked the
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Little Norah called Millie several times in the night, and Millie blocked her number after ignoring the calls. She had made her decision and was not falling for that anymore. She thought of the numerous times Norah had found excuses not to be with her and imagined this was what had been happening behind her back.She would have forgiven any kind of betrayal but not that. Maybe she would have understood if Norah had come clean and confessed about her acts earlier on. Having found out everything by herself made it worse.What had started and sparked between them had come to a trembling end, and this was not up for debate.***Softly dribbling to the ground, hearing the echo of the sound from the ball while looking down, James continues preparing his heart, throbbing heavily against his chest. He knows the whole team, fans, and city are all counting on him, and judging from the completely quiet stadium with over twenty thousand basketball die hard fans, the
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The hall was brightly colored, bearing the colors of the institution and the national flag. Huge bouquets of flowers littered the place in an over decorated kind of way. Millie fidgeted in her seat, a worried look on her face as she checked her phone before locking it once more in a sigh of desperation, no reply.Tears started forming at the blink of her eyes, almost making her break down as she tried not to think about him but could not help it. It was a few minutes before the start of the ceremony, and he had promised to be here, only to go mute at the last hour.Millie hoped nothing terrible had happened to him but knew that option could be ruled out since her parents or his mother, whom she had seen arrive from where she was seated, could have informed her of that.Today, Millie Johnson was going to be conferred with a second class honor, bachelor of arts in Journalism, and Mass Communication degree. After three years of dedication, resilience, and sacrifice
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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
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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
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‘’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
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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
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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
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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
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“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
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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
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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
