Meanwhile Brandi I pull the covers tight and reach for a handful of popcorn as I focus on the TV. After cleaning yesterday, I have been flipping between crying and watching movies and TV shows. Except for two hours today, G convinced to me get my hair done because the wedding is tomorrow. I hope it is tomorrow, but I’m still uncertain what will happen because I haven’t spoken to Tes since I told him he has until Sunday to figure it out. I don’t know what he’s thinking, even suggesting postponing the wedding. How could he think I need more time? I’m so angry and hurt, I want to hate him. I should hate him right now for putting me through this, but I can’t. I miss him. I ache for his arms holding me. I miss his smile in the morning. I miss our family. I sniff as tears stain my cheeks. “Are you okay? Do you need anything? Ice Cream?” Gia asks, pushing the tub of butter pecan to me. I sigh and grab the spoon and take a big bite. “Better?” I nod before taking another bite. “Your father
BrandiI sit in the chair waiting for the make-up artist to finish her work as my heart thunders in my chest. This is it. I’m getting married—I glance at the clock. Twenty minutes. I have been prodded, plunked, and tucked all morning, and now all I have to do is put on my dress and walk down the aisle to the man I love.“You’re still doing her make-up?” G asks as the door opens with a bang and she comes rushing in. She has been in a frenzy since this morning.“Hey, G. You look amazing,” I say as I admire the champagne, maid of honor dress she’s wearing. She stops and grins, then twirls to give me the full picture.“Don’t I—-wait. Don’t change the subject. Why is she still doing your make-up? It’s almost time.”“I asked her to change the eye shadow to something lighter,” I explain.“Oh, but we only have eighteen minutes.”“I’m almost done.” The make-up artist states.G paces back and forth. “How soon is almost? We only have seventeen minutes, and we need to get her dress on and do last
My eyes snap open at 7:00 am sharp as usual. I don’t have to look at the clock to know it’s 7. I’ve been waking like this long enough to trust my body’s internal clock. I pull the comforter off me, slip out of bed and begin my daily routine by making my bed. Pillows perfectly aligned, sheets pulled tight, and comforter folded just right. I nod when I see the finished outcome. I walk to my bathroom for the next part of my routine, brush my teeth, wash my face, and shower. I grab the outfit I put together last night and get dressed. Hair and makeup are last on the list; I complete my look, with a high ponytail, light makeup, and nod approving my work. By now, it’s 7:30 am. I walk to my kitchen, the coffee machine turns in every morning at 7:25 am, so my coffee is ready by the time I get there. I pour myself a cup in my usual mug, sugar, and a bit of cream, and then I stand by the counter and sip it. “I have to visit grandma today,” I note myself as I take another sip of my cof
I’m sitting in a dark room naked on a bed; not a sliver of light can be seen. This is what I agreed to, no sight, no sound for one night of mind-blowing pleasure. My heart beat rapidly as I wait for my partner. I’m getting used to blind sex, the name of the new kink in the sex world. You put your name in the pool and get matched with the most compatible love based on your interests. I hope they got it right for me because I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks since receiving the invite. My center is soaking wet just thinking of the things that will be done to it tonight. I bite my lips as I imagine a stranger fucking me brutally hard; it almost makes me cum. I wiggle my hips gently, trying to calm my pulsating vulva as the anticipation builds. Suddenly the sound of a door opening and then closing echoes through the room. It’s followed by the sound of his shoes clipping the ground, which sends waves of moisture flooding my thigh as my core gets more excited the cl
We provide a list when we sign up for this. It’s a list of names of your family and friends, so you are never matched with them. I ensure both my cousin's names were on that list, but not Giovanni Caputo. The color drains from my face as the possibility settles, my heart pounds loudly in my chest. Could I have slept with Mr.Caputo? I clench my thighs together like last night flashes in my mind. No, no, it’s not him; it can’t be him. Mr.C is goofy and corny; I imagine sex with him would be sweet and romantic. Last night was not sweet, nor was it romantic. Mr.C can’t possibly f**k like that, can he? My core moistens the more I think of last night. I grip the sink. “Stop it; it’s not him; it’s just a coincidence.” I jump at the sound of someone knocking at the door. “Brandi, are you alright?” My core throbs with just the sound of his voice; stop it, Brandi, it isn’t him. This is Mr.C, G’s father; you are not attracted to him. He is off-limits. “Brandi?” I inhale
Gianna and I are on her couch watching a movie, our usual Sunday routine. Her father usually joins us, but he’s avoiding her since she keeps pestering him about getting a girlfriend. I glad he isn’t here; I don’t need to distraction. I’m over trying to figure out if it was him or not; it happened once and will not happen again. I will have to update my list to add his name so that we won’t be matched in the future. I still feel guilty though, Gianna would kill me if she found out I slept with her father. Or would she? I know she had an issue with it when we were younger, but we’re both grown now. It’s just two consenting adults having sex; why should she care? “Gi, umm, do you still have an issue with your friends sleeping with your father?” “Huh?” She looks up at me with those innocent doe-like eyes and smiles. I avert my eyes and repeat the question, “Do you care if any of your friends have sex with Mr.C, you know, since you want him
Giovanni I grunt, stroking my shaft; my body vibrates as the climax hits, I pant, yanking it. F**k that was good; I haven’t been able to get last night off my mind. Her body tasted so sweet; she bent to will, gave me everything I wanted. I have fucked many women, but none who could take all of me so skillfully. No matter how hard I fucked her, her core clung to me tighter, drenching my shaft, begging to be pulverized. I can’t get her out of my head. This isn’t good, I’ve been doing this for five years, and I’ve never fixated on a snatch like I’m fixed on hers. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been participating in these activities too busy the last couple of months. Four months have passed since I had sex before last night; perhaps that is the only reason it felt so damn good. And that’s the reason why I currently have my cock in my hand, thinking of splitting that juicy snatch in two. CLICK I sit up immediately at the sound of the door closing. Did I hea
Brandi It’s 11:00 on Friday; I’m sitting at my desk reviewing room ideas for my latest project. My phone rings; I reach to pick it up. It’s Gianna. Since Sunday, I haven’t spoken with her the day I realized I not only fucked her father, but I wanted to f**k him again. Not that he’s interested, I wanted to entice him, make him want me. So I allowed him to see me practically naked, finger soaking wet, but he pretended as if nothing happened. I groan as I remember licking my finger; I must seem too childish to him. Of course, he doesn’t want me, the real me. He’s probably known me too long to get turned on by my little games. The phone rings again, interrupting my thoughts. I answer it quickly. “Hey, G.” “Brandi, want to meet me for drinks tonight?” “Me, as in you alone?” She sounds skittish; she always sounds like that when she’s plotting something. “Uh, Carlos will be there.” “And..” “Okay, and one of his friends, B, he’