Devin drove me and passed out Maya back to my apartment. I was too tired to take her in myself, added to the shoes and purses that I held in both hands so he carried her to her bedroom while I threw what I held on the couch before sinking into it. I was exhausted and still slightly drunk. When Devin came out of Maya's room, I got up to walk him to the door. However, it resulted in another make out session that ended with his big dick inside me. I just couldn't get enough. After we reached climax and cleaned up, he left. I fell asleep on the couch because my bed was still scattered with clothes.
When morning came, I was the first to get up. I made myself a cup of coffee, drank half of the cup then went into clean up mode. I arranged my clothes back into the wardrobe, put the shoes away, cleaned up the place before running myself a hot shower. After which I heated up the remainder of my coffee, made myself some toast and sat in front of the TV in my pyjamas to watch SpongeBoWhen the stir from Devin's party had died down, Maya and I went back to our normal lives. Thankfully, she still couldn't remember any events of that night. Devin and I still had our standing agreement to do it one last time. Having a dick as good as his was something I wanted to keep in my back pocket, especially since I had one final shot left. The only problem was his relocation to Africa. It was too soon. I was torn between using my card before he left or waiting until he came back. While Devin occupied a small fraction of my mind, Chyna occupied more than half of it. She was still untamed, roaming free, at will to strike me at the slightest available chance. Shutting her up was all I thought about, but I just couldn't come up with the right ideas. With her husband still satisfying her every need, my hands were still pretty much tied. I needed something drastic and I needed it quickly. “Raya, breakfast is ready." I sat up, turned left and threw my le
My sweaty fingers punched the last number on the elevator button. A second later, the doors closed and I was on my way to the ground floor, the parking lot of my building. While the metal container slid down, I read and reread the text message, struggling to decipher what I could from it. I ached to understand what secrets were referred to. I had so many skeletons in my dark closet, none better, or less horrific than the other. If any one was to come out of their boxes, I would undoubtedly be ruined. When the metal doors opened, my eyes swept across the large floor occupied by cars of all sorts. During my search, I noticed a man in all black standing beside a black car parked to the left. Just when I started to stare intently at him my phone vibrated in my right hand. “Approach the man in black." The message read. So I did. I was the most reluctant I had ever been, tightly clutching my phone with my sweaty fingers. One thing was sure, my phone was on re
“Are you back from the doctor already?" Maya's eyes widened with shock and curiosity as I pushed through my apartment door. “I haven't gone yet." I absentmindedly replied, heading straight for my bedroom after pushing the door closed behind me. The last thing I wanted to do was talk. I needed to think. “You've been away for nearly ten minutes now." Her questions were irritating me, even when I knew she didn't intend it. I was on the verge of yelling at her. I let out a quiet breath, attempting to quiet my growing rage. “I forgot something." I said with my back to her. I heard her begin to respond, but I was already in my room, shutting and locking the door behind me. A loud scream built up from the depths of my stomach. A loud, frustrated scream, garnished with as many curse words I could think of, but I couldn't bring attention to myself. Nervously, I paced back and forth, unable to rest my hands on any
“Maya, could you run to the store for me?" She turned to me with a confused gaze when I stepped into the living area. “Is something wrong?" A lathered sponge in her right hand and a dirty plate in her left, she asked with a tone of concern. “I really don't feel good enough to step out," I lied, hoping she would not ask any further questions. “But you went out earlier." She didn't budge from where she was, her eyes not leaving me. Knowing she asked out of innocence, I struggled to hide my frustration. “Actually I was already in an Uber but then I started to feel nauseous so I told him to drive me back home," Finally, she dropped the dirty plate and sponge, rinsing off the soap from her hands under the running tap.“I think we should go to the doctor together." She offered as she dabbed her hand with a towel. My patience was running out. My heart thumped louder, my stomach possessing the
Days after Chyna's appearance, David's visit and exchange of the incriminating recording, my life seemed back to normal. In order not to have any targets on my back, David refused to involve me in whatever case he had with his wife. In addition to that, I wasn't allowed to call or meet up with him, while he sorted things out. I was to wait until he informed me that everything had died down, before we resumed our activities. I was practically left in the dark. With the remote in my right hand, I surfed through the available programs on tv. Nothing seemed to interest me. The clattering of pots, plates and other kitchen utensils occasionally traveled through the air as Maya prepared whatever she had decided on for our lunch. I was unusually hungry, even after I had consumed an entire sandwich less than an hour ago. My eyes darted away from the TV when I heard an intruding sound. It came from the door. “I'll get it." Maya yelled from behind me as
Sex with Rain was plain, unexciting, blanch. It wasn't like what it used to be. Minutes into it, I lost the spark, the arousal. My moans were reduced to forced sounds, I had my eyes open all through, and when it started becoming boring, I ended up faking an orgasm. Something I never had to do in the many months we had been seeing each other. It was almost sad, mainly because he couldn't notice a thing. I wanted to tell myself it was because of the unfortunate news about his parents divorce. I wanted to believe that it destabilized him, causing him not to bring his A game. I also was very unsatisfied, aching to pay Devin a visit, knowing I was definitely going to end up more than satisfied, but I convinced myself I was saving that one call for a very important moment. After seeing Rain out the door, I turned to meet Maya's judgemental stare. “What?" I asked as I shut the door behind me. "I didn't know you guys were the type of couples who didn't let a l
Maya and I sat in the waiting room of Anna's hospital. Since I didn't know any other hospitals around the area, it was only logical to visit an environment where I was familiar with almost half of the hospital staff. Not only was I going to get proper care, I also got to see my sister afterwards. As the saying went, I was killing two birds with one stone. “Raya?” I looked up when my name was called. A slightly tall, slim, young woman with a teal colored uniform smiled at me with what I assumed was a list, in one hand, and a small plastic container in the other. Her eyes sailed across the small room, searching for which person among the few that were seated down, went by the name she had just called out. “Yes?"I raised my hand when I noticed my voice was barely audible, even to me. My body was weak. My voice was weak. I was hungry, yet I didn't want anything. When she saw my hand, she made her way to where I sat. “Here," she said as s
With horror in my widened eyes, I watched Rain walk up to us when we turned. I had so many questions about his sudden appearance, but I wasn't sure who to direct them to. When I thought I was at the height of my fears, it shot through the air like a rocket. I turned to ask Maya the questions that flooded my mind but he was already close. “You don't look like we had sex just a few hours ago.” Was the first thing he said when he pulled me into his embrace. It was supposed to be a joke, but I was too nervous to laugh. The tension that had settled in the corner of my mind was progressing. A petty joke wasn't going to ease it. Not even a faint smile could make it out of me. “What are you doing here?" I mumbled into his clothes. I struggled to hide the discomfort his arrival brought me, but my words chose to come out in a flat tone. He pulled me out of his hug, his hands resting on my shoulders. When I was far enough to meet his eyes, I noticed they