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The Drunken Night (1)
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Jaime said, “We should do this more often, Jack.” she then added, as we left the bar, “The squeaky drone.”
“Sure, but next time you pay, you drink like a well,” Jack replied.
It had been a long day at work, I had been thinking about a story for the magazine for several days, but here I am, drinking beer with this dwarf Jaime.
“Hey, are you listening to me?” Jaime asked.
“Of course I heard you, Jaime,” I said calmly. Jaime used to speak with a high tone of voice when he thinks he is being ignored on purpose. Jaime looked at me suspiciously for a moment, then he smiled and continued walking.
Then suddenly he stopped, “Why did you stop?” I asked, hoping I could get an answer in seconds.
A woman with long black hair and brown eyes was coming in our direction. I could not remove the view, so little discreet on my part that the girl was passing by us wit
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As we walked up the stairs, I could see Jaime raising his thumb as a sign of approval and good luck as he started to hurl. I knew drinking was a bad idea.We went upstairs and then went through several rooms until we reached one with a giant red bed.“You plan to abuse me,” I said as I approached her. She stopped me with her hands.Instead, she grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts, then turned around so that I’d help her remove her bra.I put my hands on her hips. At the moment of the touch, she was a little startled, but I did not.I stopped, slowly I went up until I reached the bra to which I commented, “We know nothing about each other,”To which she continued, “But here we are, about to have an unforgettable night.” The bra fell to the floor, and then her eyes looked at me as she unbuckled the belt at her hips.In front of me, I couldn’t help the desire to kiss her, but sh
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I sat up in the chair and began to write, to write the story of the woman in the forest:Once upon a time, there was a kind man. Everyone in town admired him for his kindness. One day he decided to explore the surroundings of the village a bit as a daily exercise routine when he heard a slight melody, it came from the nearby forest, for a moment he thought about it, it was still daylight, but the intrigue led him to venture into the depths of the woods.Within the forest he walked for several minutes following the melody, until he found some ruins, suddenly that melody disappeared, now only the silence reigned in that place surrounded by stones and buildings destroyed by time, a chill ran through his body, unsure of how to feel in that place, he decided to leave, but when he looked back he saw a small tomb with an offering, this curious man approached to realize that the flowers were recent.He turned once more to what he could see a woman in white priestess rob
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“Happy to have found a new home.” It was a happy ending. You live in a village being an honest person, and overnight you get the woman of your life in the strangest circumstances, a teaching that we can all be happy even in the darkest nights.“Or so I would like to believe it doesn’t.” I had been greatly influenced by what happened in the night before, and I’m sure in most cases I would have finished without a kidney.“Leaving a bar and ending up in a brothel sleeping with the most beautiful woman in the place and without losing a kidney in the process, it even sounds implausible.” I said from nothing.Seeing the phone, I could not help but think of Jaime. I did not know anything about him since the night before, and it will be better if I give him a call.I got up to get the phone from the desk, and I would call Jaime to see if at least I’m acting like a good friend this time. “Jaime, are you alive?&rd
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After a few seconds, we slowly separated from each other. With a mischievous smile, she bit her lip and then muttered, “Do you want to have some fun?”Did she just propose to me? I already imagined where her proposal would take us. After all, the reason I always came to this laundry place was that it is usually empty most of the time.So I could only agree to her proposal. She grabbed me by the flannel and pulled me to one of the farthest corners of the entrance, so in case someone came in, we had time to hide.While in the corner, she leans her back against the wall where I kissed her on the lips, then on her neck. She turned away, then turned her back to me while unbuckling the strap of her pants after finishing. She leaned her buttocks towards me, letting me lower her pants.When I dropped her pants, I could see the curvature of her ass again, also this time, she was wearing black panties.I started taking them down from side to side
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Joaquin was a man of work, and although his intentions were good, love does not get built only with absence or abandonment.His wife spent days completely alone, Joaquin with the“She will understand” excuse himself, but each person has different needs. Love cannot flourish if there is no affection and respect for one another. Their relationship ended that day, although the worst part was taken by Joaquin.Joaquin went back to his job every day to continue working. Still, now his heart was gone, he was working like a robot, day by day repeating the same routine, complying with his job and with the expectations of his boss until one day like any other his boss called him to his office, he congratulated him for the effort made and that all that work had generated healthy competition among workers increasing production.But Joaquin only mechanically nodded to his boss’ words, not really wanting to be there anymore. Seeing him with low spirits, his
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Before leaving, Joaquin took a last look at his old house, and there was his mother giving him a smile while saying goodbye to him. Joaquin couldn't help to smile and say goodbye too.Joaquin started on his way home when he bumps into a pretty young woman trying to organize his thoughts.“Excuse me, excuse me, and I wasn't looking straight ahead,” Joaquin said as he looked straight ahead when he recognized the woman whom he had stumbled upon.It was Laura who looked at him with amazement. She then asked, “Are you, Joaquin? And why the fuck do you have that dead face.”Joaquin was shocked, and he didn't know what to say.However, Laura did not think much about it and rushed towards him, hugging him tightly. Joaquin could feelLaura’s breasts on his chest, and a spark went from his chest to his crotch. Laura had grown very proportionate. Joaquin responded to the hug, hugging her tightly. Apparently, his old feelings weren't extin
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Using his hands this time, Joaquin massaged her bare breasts, first at a slow and gentle pace, then using his mouth. He began to suck her nipples one by one as if was a child with a bottle. Repeatedly and quickly, Laura let out a groan in the air.Laura was lying on the bed, and sweat ran all over her body. Joaquin, who was beginning to feel pressure in his crotch, unzipped Laura’s pants. She just looked at him with a knowing smile, and they had both decided to undertake this travel. Joaquin unbuttoned his waist and lowered his pants, letting his virile member out. Laura, seeing him, only raised her waist and got on all fours.Joaquin only approached her and only continued to connect with her, and now their bodies were united as one. Joaquin began to move ahead while she just got carried away with themoment. Joaquin then, without disconnecting from her, turned her around, being face to face, then Joaquin resumed the rhythm, back and forth, not too slow, b
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“Yes, you have beautiful eyes-” I said, although a part of me called me a liar, the truth is that her brown eyes had captivated me on more than one occasion. I always saw them looking in a magical way. But to my surprise, Susana, upon hearing my words, joined her lips with mine.It was only a few seconds, but I could feel like a character from my stories, a wonderful moment, again I could taste the orange flavor of her lips. That moment seemed eternal, and I did not want it to end. Susana began to undress, I tried to tell her something, but she only put one of her fingers in my mouth to “enjoy the moment” I could read her face. She looked at me with her customary brown eyes, this time filled with conspiracy. When I saw her, I could only imitate her, also undressing myself.We were both completely naked on the floor now, staring at each other. I approached her, giving her a deep kiss. I wanted my feelings to reach her, so I just got carried away
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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
