Rick responds with some shyness and some firmness, “Eh ... but I have not ordered any pizza. You can leave. This is not a good problem.”
On the other side of the door, Maggie laughs a little and says, “Oh no, my wicked neighbor has his cute delivery girl neighbor waiting outside while she does kinky things. Should I scream?”
Rick opens the door quickly, and Maggie walks in with a smile as soon as he opens the door.
Maggie was not wearing her uniform, and she was in short shorts and a large sweater that covered her hands and covered much of her waist.
She was barefoot with her bare legs, her white skin almost shone in the apartment light, and her blond hair fluttered in the wind, not so long at the height of her shoulders.
It gave off a floral fragrance that made Rick stay mesmerized for a moment as he passed him. She carried her cell phone in one hand and the two pizza boxes in the other.
Looking around again, Maggie
But Maggie kept saying, “Well, I put on a really nice dress, and I’m off to go. Tell me, why don’t you leave the house? “Rick, after a moment in silence, says, “Well, the store is close. You will see it from your work, tell me. After you finish this trilogy of zombie games, what will you play next? ““Well, I’m not sure. The fourth installment of an old platform game came out recently… If you had the original trilogy, I would venture to finish it,” Maggie spoke calmly and with some happiness. Despite seeing each other on a daily basis, Rick didn’t talk much about himself.“Wait, you didn’t answer my question. Why don’t you go out?” Maggie continued to ask, with curiosity.Rick released a heavy sigh before he responded instead, “Well, I’ll be completely honest… I have that trilogy of games, but I never got to finish second as a kid. There was a ve
Raising his head, Rick watches as Maggie has her butt lifted, and after winking at him, she readjusts herself on the sofa, enhancing her bust with her arms.With a smile, Maggie continues saying, “Second, if you’re going to come to get me. Do it for real, declare war on me without quarter.”With a smile, Rick sighs a little, saying, “I’m very happy to see you here again and how you take everything to match.”Giving a jump, Maggie gets up and holds Rick’s face making him look at her with her other hand, and she pulls the neckline of her shirt a little to show him how she’s not wearing a bra.Then with a sweet and somewhat mischievous voice, she says, “Remember that you owe me a favor that you cannot refuse, and I will ask you please, that if you are going to woo me, do it with all of you.”Approaching gently, Maggie kisses Rick on the cheek. Then whisper in his ear, “Now, if you don&r
Rick begins to slide his nose gently into Maggie’s neck and then gently kisses her, while he listens as Maggie lets out a small moan bringing her butt closer to Rick’s crotch.Starting to shake, Rick continues to kiss her gently while sliding his hands down Maggie’s body. Feeling him shake slowly, Rick stops kissing Maggie’s neck and then whispers in her ear, “Maggie… Are you okay with this?”Sighing, Maggie doesn’t respond and just moves. You can feel Rick’s fully erect penis rubbing against your buttocks. Maggie reaches out her hand and holds Rick’s hand, putting it to her lips. He gently begins to kiss Rick’s middle finger, then gives him a slow, shy lick with the tip of his tongue.Rick bites his lip. He firmly slides his fingers from Maggie’s waist to her legs, and with the tips of his fingers, he begins to caress her thighs while saying in her ear, “Maggie, if you continue like
In his apartment, Rick runs to his computer, dragging the chair quickly. He sits down and, looking at the blank page that haunted him, quickly begins to write.‘As a critic of eroges, I have played dozens, hundreds, and I could even say that counting the small freelance jobs, I would easily reach a thousand. And in all of them, I have seen and done everything. I have seen good stories with poorly drawn characters and mediocre stories whose characters have great designs. I’ve seen nothing flashy projects that end up becoming little hidden gems for fans of this genre called for perverts.’‘Saying which is the best eroge is up to everyone. But the players will always choose our favorite game for the protagonist. It does not matter if she is loud and confident. If her body is dreamy, it does not matter. Because his company makes a room shine, and his absence fills it with gloom. Those protagonists who assault our hearts and steal our pr
Feeling the soft tingle of Rick’s fingertips moving up her body, Maggie squirms a little and feels Rick’s bulge. He sits on it. Releasing a sigh, he says, “Ah ... I was dying because you asked me if I want a pervert ...” Closing my eyes, I hold Rick’s shoulders were giving himself to him.Maggie could feel Rick begin to kiss the center of her chest. Going higher and higher as one of Rick’s hands slowly went up, and the other went down. Starting to breathe hard, moving her hips gently in circles rubbing Rick’s bulge against her vagina.Letting out a moan, Maggie can feel Rick’s tongue creep up her neck as one of his hands squeezed one of her tits, and the other tried to get under her dress. Laughing, Maggie says, “You’re very anxious ... I like it ...”Rick says to him, laughing a little, “You were expecting it too, right?”Maggie feels Rick’s hand enter her thong, and he b
“My name is Jeremías Skyner.” I could feel a chill run through my body, and I had spent more hours than I would like sitting at the desk.As I opened my eyes, I felt how the lashes hurt my eyes. I looked from side to side, and my room was a mess.It had been four days since I last decided to even move outside these four walls, without a heart. I took my cell phone out of my pocket and looked at the time, it was already noon. I sighed, to think that I still had work left without finishing off was a bit discouraging.“I’d better take a break, maybe order another pizza to let the creativity flow,” I said while scratching my chin. I could feel food scraps coming off of my beard, and it was an unpleasant sensation.
I said with disagreement, “But-” “That’s why people always make fun of you, Marcus. You must take revenge so that they learn to respect you.” I could feel how hatred arose from within me. The black-robed goblin was right, I might be looking bad, but that didn’t give anyone the right to disrespect me. I nodded determinedly as I looked at Fulgen, but he was fading little by little until I was completely alone. When I finished bathing, I returned to my room. When I got my clothes changed, I felt like a new man. Getting all that crap off of me had made me feel better. Now I could think more clearly. I took the garbage bags and left t
At the end of half an hour. I was already eating while watching TV, and I ordered a pizza from Neopolitan. Having pizza for breakfast in the morning didn’t seem like a good idea, but it was a habit I had been doing for a number of years. A couple of hours passed, I began to have a headache. So, I decided to get up for a while and go out to take a breath of some fresh air. I left the apartment, leaned against one of the railings of the corridor, and looked up at the sky. Despite the problems, things were looking up. I had made a name for myself in the world of illustration in a very short time, and I began to dabble in the world of streaming and comics. Things seemed to be going well. Suddenly I saw how my neighbor ran down the stairs while various guys came chasing her with cameras. When I least expected it
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