With her eyes closed, she felt Jake’s hands begin to unbutton her blouse. The more he advanced, the more skin was exposed, and the shame of Gloria increased with each step.
Jake gently took off her blouse and, approaching her neck, and began to kiss her slowly. She felt a strong imposition on her body, and her pleasure approached her. She felt the boy remove her bra, leaving her tits in view, and delicately began to kiss them.
Jake entertained himself with Gloria’s breasts while with his hand, and he unbuttoned her skirt, which fell to the ground leaving the white panties of Gloria in view. Jake smiled and delicately led Gloria to put her to bed.
Gloria was acting like she was a virgin at that time. Just like the type that just accepts pleasure and does not move at all. But Jake did not seem to complain, thankfully.
She felt Jake’s gaze and suddenly felt how that boy’s lips traveled over her legs with efficiency and passion. She wa
The next day everything was different. A great sun illuminated Gloria’s life, not only on the street but also in her own mind. She calmly prepared breakfast, and as she paced from side to side, her legs were shaking from the incredible session she had the night before.She whistled as she went from one place to another. The solemnity that characterized her was gone, and she was much more relaxed in her own skin. At the kitchen door, Jake watched her while smiling.Gloria hummed a song as she walked from one place to another preparing food, she had only a simple t-shirt and white panties, something that she would never have allowed, but she felt her soul so light that the pretensions in her mind were lost.Seeing her smiling, Jake talked to her, “Someone is happy.”She jumped when she heard her companion’s voice and when she saw a new emotion. Gloria approached him before giving him a kiss on his mouth. She then said, “I wante
So the days went by, sometimes they played and had sex for hours, and other times they just talked. The classes went from being two a week to being daily, while Jake was preparing for a recital.Gloria treated him with affection and love all the time, with the exception of the moments when they were practicing the piano. At that moment, she would be like a very strict tutor, cold and ruthless. If it’s wrong, then it’s wrong. Everything about piano was her bottom line, after all.With piano, she took everything and put all her efforts into making it improve. Gloria also believed that there was no other way for a musician to improve, even if with regard to other instruments, but to practice diligently and in the right way.Jake thankfully understood this concept as well. He was very teachable and that situation and appreciated it. He was, in fact, very happy with it.Because of his positive attitude, it did not take long for his skill with the p
The food in the restaurant was exquisite. They both enjoyed the music of the meal and especially the company, Gloria looked at Jake with tenderness, but her insecurities were constantly attacking.She thought that perhaps he felt bad to be seen by her side, but Jake had taken it upon himself to bury those insecurities with his wonderful manners.Several musicians had taken the stage, she looked at Jake calmly, and as the show progressed, she said, “How do you feel?”He looked at her with amusement and grinning, and he said, “You’re kidding, the food was great, and the show is amazing ... and the best part is that my date is the sexiest and most beautiful in this place.”Gloria smiled calmly and tenderly. She looked at him just to tell him, “I’m glad you’re having a good time. Because you’re next.”Jake’s smile vanished in a second and looking at the stage, and his face darkened in ne
“Yes, we have years together. You have to be careful with him because he is a player,” The woman added as she looked at Gloria mockingly.Gloria held her chest, and the truth that she did not want to accept appeared in her eyes. She felt like she was hit by the wall, and it was so bad it sucks.Stephanie, who seemed to enjoy what was happening, said, “What happens? Why are you going to cry...? Don’t tell me that you were stupid to believe that Jake would be with you.”Gloria felt those words like knives, and her tear-filled eyes couldn’t take it anymore. Without looking back and without listening to Stephanie for another minute, she left to take a taxi and go back to her house.The taxi drove calmly, the night turned cloudy, and when she got to her house, she realized that her purse had been left in the restaurant. She looked at the taxi driver sadly, and she said, “I left my bag at the restaurant. You can wait a
On that Tuesday evening, when Angie got home from school after a devastating heartbreak with her boyfriend, she just wanted to get to her bed and rest.She didn’t even feel the need to have dinner, and so when her mom told her that they would have dinner with her new boyfriend, she was enraged.‘’No, mum. I am not in the mood of meeting someone. Simon and I broke up today, and it turns out he has been seeing my friend Katy for the past two months,’’ she mumbled in a bid to be left alone.You won’t regret it, her mom urged her, but she was adamant, preferring to sexually satisfy herself in her room. Moments later, there was a knock on the door, and Angie could hear Tim’s voice. Tim was her mom’s new lover, and her mom had been full of praises for him, saying she was finally enjoying an active sexual life.Active sex life huh, She wishes to also have that, but then considered another possibility.
“Hey mum, I am going shopping with my high school friends. It’s been long, so we decided to catch up since we are already in town.” Sharon says to her mother while wearing her earrings.“That’s okay, honey. Just don’t stay out so late.”“Come on, mom, and I am not a teenager anymore. Sweetheart, will you be okay here?” She asks her husband, Steve, who is busy scrolling his phone.“Yeah, baby, I’ll be fine. You go and have fun, okay.”“I love you, babe.” She says, running outside.“Love you.”“So, how have the two of you been in your marriage?” Sharon’s mum, Ruth, asks after hearing immaculate drive off.“Great, ma’am. She is the sweetest girl on the planet.” Steve answers, pride evident in his deep voice.“Well, I made her.” She says, and they both laugh.“Am going upstairs
Josey Patricks woke up in a hurry. Today was the day she was meant to report to work for the first time. Since her interview two weeks ago, she had always tried to picture what would go wrong, but everything seemed normal.She rushed into the shower, took a quick bath, and in seconds, she was in front of her mirror dressing up. Her makeup was on point, and her short silk dress was on point though it did little to conceal the curves and cleavage on Josey’s body. She wasn’t one to care and could not start doing so now. She knew she not only needed the job for money but also to get close to Alex Ballen.Minutes later, she was in a taxi heading to work. At the reception, she returned the warm smile by Maggie Fitz, who asked her to wait for a while. Minutes later, when she was shown her new office, she was so overwhelmed with gratitude and growing pride, thinking of how her entire plans would eventually fall in place in the nick of time.As she thought of
It was one of the worse days for Jessie, and the pressure was getting more than she could handle soon. There was the possibility of her being homeless after all. It was a really rough day, which distracted her from doing a lot of important things.Aside from her rent being late, Jessie’s car insurance was due as well. Not to mention her waitress job at the truck stop wasn't cutting it.She was tired of taking orders, and her feet and back hurt. Jessie was only twenty-two years old and already felt like an old hag. She just wanted to go home, if not the fact that she needed to earn money to keep it.Home. Some home. Jessie’s trailer was raggedy, almost as raggedy as her car.Her ex-husband was a stalking bastard, and her family had shunned me, the dirty whore. There was no help when Jessie needed it. She just did what she had to do to get by.Work was a drag. Jessie was one out of two black waitresses, and they had a black cook, but it w
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