Cedrig entered the house without being invited, and then he closed the door. After that, he lifted Melanie in his arms to carry her to the sofa that was in sight.
She seemed nervous. She looked in all directions and saw the different sex toys of hers placed freely in her house. Melanie did not receive unexpected visitors, so there was no need to hide them, and now Cedrig could see them.
However, Cedrig did not give the slightest importance to any of them. Instead, he walked to where the refrigerator was overflowing with confidence and opening it. He p
“Are you feeling okay?” She asked curiously. Cedrig smiled and nodded.Melanie smiled back. She waved her hand, indicated for him to sit down. She served the food and sitting with her. Then they began to eat.“This is delicious!!” Cedrig said while smiling.
She was beginning to look at Emily with difficulty when Cedrig’s office was opened instantly. Emily flinched when she saw Cedrig walk out calmly.“Melanie, do you still have to vomit because of your illness?” He asked as if it was something that happened often. Cedrig was also looking at her calmly, even though she was struggling with her condition.
“Dude, I told you, I will settle it over as soon as I can. I swear! Recently my circumstances were not the best recently,” Mark loudly said to the men in front of him with assurance. He was trying to smile accommodatingly, but it looked so awkward. One of the three men in from of him snorted. Mark could clearly hear it despite the loud noise coming from the club.
“Where are you going this early morning, Peter? It’s on a Saturday.” Janet asks her angry husband.“Somewhere, I can’t see your face,” He says, walking towards the door.“But I have said sorry already, like a million times.” She says innocently.“Yeah, I know. But that doesn’t undo the fact that another guy’s dick was inside you.” He says, walking out and slams the door behind him.That afternoon, Peter comes home with Lydia, Janet’s best friend. She is so excited and immediately runs towards her to hug her, but her husband grabs her han
God! I just wanna kiss him and fuck him so bad UGH. Why can’t he ask me out already?! Ugh, I want to feel his dick inside of me so so bad... “Lisa!!” Mrs. Derson yelled, cutting off her daydreaming, “Why don’t you pay attention, instead of having to stay after school for 3 hours?!” Lisa pursed her lips in embarrassment before murmured, “Yes, Mrs. Derson, sorry...”
"Y-ye-yes da-dadd-y," she could barely get the words out. It felt so good. Lisa pulled off her panties and ripped off his shirt. She could see his hardened length just waiting to pop out. Lisa slid down his jeans and boxers to reveal his hard, thick cock. Lisa started to pump him as he moaned. Every moan he made, she would go faster and faster. Lisa finally got down to his dick and licked the top. "Fuck Lisa! Oh my god, that's amazing!"Lisa started to
“Lia, Iyah, I gotta go! Be careful! I will call you anytime soon!” Iyah and Lia simply smiled at their mom while the car sped up as if she were racing with someone.Iyah directly sat on the couch with a sigh while Lia ran upstairs to get her purse and left without a word. Iyah then just rolled her eyes.What a nice Saturday night! Sarcastic thought in her head, she then gra
Iyah woke up confused, feeling the sore all over her body. But as she turned herself back, seeing Keith made her gradually remember the most unbelievable thing she could ever do.She closed her eyes out of frustration, asking herself what she’d done. Feeling weary, Iyah forced herself to get up. “This is a mistake. Fuck!” She whispered with anger in her voice. Iyah continued moving herself up slowly so Keith wouldn’t wake up, but his hands are wrapped around her waist like a baby asking for a cuddle.
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