Somehow exploring the world and experiencing new things seems more special when you finally have someone to share it with.
When Albert left and then Diego, I had to learn to be self-sufficient, being in Blanca's tutelage only reinforced that need. She after all has to do with female power and that implies being able to take care of herself so I have no qualms about doing things on my own. I live alone, I earn my own money, I go where I please and I don't need anyone but myself, and yet with all my independence I can't help but link my arm through Travis's now and lean my head against his shoulder and feel grateful for their company as we lazily walk through the castle grounds.
As you can see, there is something more powerful than independence and it is called love. It's not just about the sky looking bluer, the grass looking greener, and the bird songs sounding sweeter than ever. Finally, being with someone you know that you are destined to make you forget what lonelin
I look at Diego and he is sharing a story about one of our missions with Madame Shiji who is laughing uncontrollably in front of the table, he seems to like it quite a bit.Being a friend of the governor's wife is not a bad connection when you are trying to be head of an entire department of elite agents, but I know that Diego's friendship has nothing to do with political gain, his friendship is genuine, that it's the only way he knows how to sneak in between people. That is why I am sure that he is going to be our next boss, because he is faithful and true, a trustworthy man. If only the other leaders were like this, the history of the military and the official world would be different.Luis sits next to Diego laughing and adding some extra details to the story from time to time, of all of us he is probably the most normal leaving aside that he was kidnapped and turned into a laboratory rat when he was a child.At the foot of the table,, Gabriela sits in silenc
"I love you so much Jane, but I don't feel like we have to make love to show it." His gaze is soft when she places a warm hand on my cheek and caresses it gently with her thumb."I'm not doing it to prove anything, I'm doing it because I love you," I said smiling at him."Do you love me?" he asks mockingly."How could I not? Just look at you, all hot and ... what's your name? Ah yes, gen-sexy - she smiled at him."Damn I am" he smiled at me again before lifting my face in his hands as he kissed me at variable angles tilting his head slowly to one side and then to the other. I run my hands up her chest and neck until my hands cover the sides of her face as well. Now the two of us are together, tilting our heads from side to side as we capture our lips continuing the same slow rhythm that began.I can feel the need growing inside of me, as I am sure it is building up inside him and I push him closer to me prompting him to kiss me harder, he responds
And with that he licks my slit from the bottom up before wrapping his warm, wet mouth around my clit, sucking it gently and washing it with his tongue. He's right, I'm shaking. From my shaky, uncontrollable legs to my shaking head and arms, I'm shaking like a leaf and I can't do anything about it because what you're doing feels so good and so intense that I can't think ... and like it's not the right thing to do. Intense enough he sticks two fingers inside of me and begins to slowly push them in and out of my passage. I have to take a pillow and press it against my mouth to keep everyone from knowing what he and I are doing right now.Increasing the rate of his thrust and movements of his tongue against my clit I cannot help but succumb to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that torments my body causing my toes to curl, my back arches up and the inner muscle contracts tightly around your invading fingers. When I literally come back down to earth and fall back on the bed,
If there's one thing I've learned growing up, it's that Diego is loud."Oh my goodness! My eyes!"But what the hell is wrong ...Looking up at the door where he is standing, I can see Diego with one hand covering his eyes and his other hand shaking like a maniac in front of him, as if such a move would make everything he is avoiding looking at disappearing."What's wrong?" I say furiously, snuggling closer to my pillow."What's happening to me? What is wrong with you? He is our captain and he was our teacher, for crying out loud!"My eyes immediately go wide.Now fully aware of my surroundings I realize that I am completely naked, the only thing that prevents me from completely dazzling Diego with my breasts is someone's arm wrapped tightly around them while spooning and the owner of that arm is also completely naked and is none other than our teacher."Shit! Now get out of here Diego!""But I'm supposed to tell them the
"If you were an enemy, I would be a lost agent because I would have already told all the secrets of the town and Blanca would be on my ass like hemorrhoid""Beautiful image during the act of love, Jane" he says with an incredulous shake of his head as he continues his journey of kisses through my body."I'm just saying you could make anyone sing like a bird"Travis suddenly freezes on top of me, stopping all soft kisses and massages altogether.My eyes are wide in realization."No way!""I was in BLACK at the time… Besides, it never got too far. Just enough to get what he needed, kill, and get out""Did you get what you needed?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at him."Information, Jane. Wow! You have a dirty mind!""Says the man who reads eroticism in public and currently has his morning happiness pressed against my thigh""Yes, well, my morning happiness is also about to make you happy, so I don't think y
Things change, it is inevitable. You could be thinking about your own business, happy, thinking that life is finally perfect and then bang! Life or destiny as you prefer to call it, they don't care who you are and what your plans are in life.Life will always screw you up.The thing is, I never asked for much in my life. I figured if I kept my wishes simple, then surely fate would look at me kindly and let me guide me because Jane Carter isn't asking for much after all, just an Albert with an above-average IQ. Fiery good looks and a desire to rebuild her family. Smart, sexy, and looking for sex. I mean seriously, is it any wonder why Goth Albert had girls throw themselves at him, even me? The guy was walking and talking poster for an ideal date.And for a time, fate seemed to have been very kind to me because my wish had been granted. After all, I hooked up with Albert and Rose didn't. Finally, things seemed
"The man who was caught doing it with a certain friend of mine in his father's closet says it" I say with a knowing smile."How could you ... Just get a room!" He says with a snort, looking forward again and trying to ignore the continued words spoken between Travis and me."Maybe we should get a room," Travis mutters playfully in my ear. And make him pay for it. "He still owes you that big bet, right?" He says with a smile and a slight nod behind Diego."Yes, it does, but if you haven't noticed, we are in the middle of a mission at the moment and the lady is already angry because we are late" I said, nodding my head slightly in the direction of Gabriela who is looking out the window from his carriage, glaring at us."Maybe she and Diego should get together and create a club" she says half-jokingly."Well, he loves us and he also loves the idea of us together, he said so himself. I think he's just not used to our public displays of affection. As
The thing about us hopeless romantics is that it doesn't take much for our alarm bells to ring and our red flags to fly around a potential mate. We smell romance the way a shark smells blood in the ocean, we don't need much to catch it, all we need is a clue.Gabriela is sitting in a chair on top of one of the royal white horses. After hours of being confined inside the royal carriage, she decided to ride a horse for a change. She is risky because she leaves her out in the open, making it difficult for everyone to protect her, but she is a stubborn girl. Even though everyone tried to reason with her she almost made everyone lag behind and did what she wanted anyway. But watching her now, sitting confidently and proudly on her horse, I see it: a soft touch of her hand as the stable boy hands her the reins and a persistent gaze between them."Oh my God""What?" Travis whispers to me again."That is!""Who?""The mystery man!""Where?"
5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1. "Now you can kiss the bride!" Despite all the noises from the New Year's party, all the noise is surprisingly muffled and distant, as if you hear it underwater. "Happy New Year, Mrs. Baker" he says smiling at me happily, her voice comes down from her and just for me. "Happy New Year," I say in a low voice back, returning the smile. And so we both kiss for the first time as husband and wife. When Travis and I finally break up and face people once again everyone is still yelling and clapping at us, even the ones who disapproved of our relationship at first. Yes, we have come a long way since this year, no… last year. Last year, Travis's kiss was a huge surprise to everyone, including me, so it is only appropriate to celebrate this New Year, our first anniversary, with another surprise ... a wedding. A week ago... After tearing the wrapping paper off my last Christmas present and
In winter, the town becomes a place where the branches of the trees were thrown all over the streets due to the snow. Our town looks like a small fortress covered and hidden by snow but… How else could we obtain our lush vegetation if not for the large amounts of water we receive during the spring rains and winter snow? And now that all the Christmas presents have been opened, it's not surprising to see most of the villagers sledding or building snowmen or snowballs, and generally just enjoying what little is left of this day. of Christmas. However, Travis and I deviated from the larger crowds, opting to stay in the quiet Training Ground 3. Training ground 3 is also completely transformed in winter, it has been changed from a thick and herbaceous field to a barren one surrounded by the aforementioned leafless trees, its skeleton trunks and branches are now gray instead of its color. normal earthy brown. The training ground looks like a Christmas card with its virgin
I look back at Travis thinking that all men are dense even the ones who are supposed to be geniuses. On the other hand, he seems sincere and I can't expect him to read my mind, nor do I expect him to, but seriously, he can figure out how to take down an entire organization of S-class criminals, but he can't figure this out? He's like the guy who can get sports stats or figure out how to make complicated technology work, but can't he figure it out for himself when he's a complete Neanderthal? Idiots, most of them! "The reason I got angry was that I asked you to take me seriously, but you made a joke and not only that, but the joke you made me think that all you are looking for is sex" "Oh, I see," he says in understanding. "Well, what do you know? Neanderthals can understand the obvious" " But Jane, if all she wanted was sex, then she would be running around town sleeping with anything that walks, but I don't want to. What I do want is to have the pers
In the darkness of the room lit only by the pale moonlight, I notice a sad face looking at me from across the room. He always had such a sad face. Then again, that's exactly what made me approach him when I was younger, which made him my favorite above all the rest. When he was happy, I wanted to cheer him up, and when he was sad like I am now ... "I know exactly how you feel," I murmur, lifting Bunny off the dusty shelf and hugging him tightly to my chest. Dark, wet spots are beginning to appear on top of his shaggy head, but he's used to it by now. He just soaks them through, absorbing the tears until they finally dry and I feel better again. He was always a comfort to me, which only makes me feel even more guilty for abandoning him, for putting him aside because I thought he was too old for him, at least I didn't throw it away. In truth, you can never get over what makes you feel safe. Even the toughest of us, the ones who refuse to admit we do suc
Another set of high-pitched screams emanate from the apartment hallway. I roll my eyes and shake my head before heading to the front door and poking my head through it. "Travis," I say in exasperation. "That?" he asks innocently. "Haven't you had enough?" "But they like it!" The terrified look in the children's eyes when they look over their shoulders and run away from us (or should I say Travis) They say otherwise, but what can I do? Its Halloween. Kids don't want to be scared and it's not like Travis stops them from taking the candy before he scares them. The huge orange plastic bowl with printed bats flying around its rim is surprisingly nearly empty, meaning either our candy is better than the neighbors' or he's been very, very generous in delivering the treats. Seeing as things rarely happen for a single reason, I guess it's a bit of both. "Okay, but once the bowl is empty, that's it, okay?" Travis gives me a happy
Seeing how we have repositioned ourselves and back to where we left off, Travis Number Two stands very close to me so that I can continue right where he also left off, holding my hair to continue kissing and sucking on the back, the sides of my neck and the curves of my shoulders.I'm getting used to this extravagance of kisses when I feel two pairs of hands on me, one pair rubbing up and down my sides while the other pair gently glide up and down my bare arms, and while both touches are relatively innocent. , the double sensation is turning me on much faster than if it had been just a pair of hands.And then the hands start to wander and the touches are less and less innocent. A pair of hands rub up and down the outside of my thighs, causing my already short skirt to sit a little higher with each stroke. Meanwhile, another pair of hands is slowly beginning to unzip the back of my dress. It's Travis Number Two, and as he slowly reveals every inch of my bareback, he pla
"Do you want me to do it?" I ask hysterically.Travis looks like she's in fear for his life, as she should be. I mean, I knew the man was perverted but I just didn't realize how much."No, Jane! You're not going to do it! Oh, does not matter! I knew it was too weird! I knew I should never have asked you! You're so sweet here, making me dinner and dressing up for me and I screwed it all up by making that suggestion. Very sorry. Please forgive me and forget that I ever asked"I look at Travis with a pounding heart, but not for the reason he thinks. I'm not mad, I'm actually ... excited."Travis, calm down! I didn't say I wasn't going to do it. I just want to clarify what exactly you want us to do"Now he seems completely bewildered as if he had just said to her: Yes, Travis… Santa Claus is real."Really?""Yes, I will do it"And just as the words leave my mouth, I'm just as surprised as he is by my willingness to do so.
Would it be wrong for me to mention to Travis that his birthday used to be the same day that Japan and elite countries used to celebrate Respect for Aging Day? I think so. Also, he is angry at all the jokes that he has received and continues to receive for being with someone much younger than him.However, I must admit that even some jokes are quite funny, like having a parent-teacher conference when we went to see my parents. I mean, what can you do? You can get mad and hit the ground all the time (I tried for a while until Blanca threatened to remove the town repair costs from my paycheck) or access the jokes on a case-by-case basis and take them from there. Seeing how the majority of the people have learned to accept or ignore us.It's hard to believe that Travis is almost 35 today, 34 to be exact and here I am barely 24 years old. However, it is easy to put the age difference aside, when the man you are with appears to be at the same level of maturity as you and wh
Applause from everyone.We both sit on the grass to watch the next dancer take the stage, a young woman who, like me, is dressed in a traditional kimono, but unlike me, this girl has strong and dramatic makeup. Her face and neck are so dusty that she appears white as a ghost and her lips are painted a bright shade of red. The stark contrast between the white, red, and jet black of her hair tied up in a bun makes her look not human at all, more like a porcelain doll placed on invisible strings by a puppeteer. Even her movements are limited, like those of a puppet whose joints can only move so far in any direction.This is Kyomai's dance.It's like a slow interpretive dance with various poses and hand gestures that tell a story. It is the opposite pole of the dance that preceded it, the dance of Odori.As the night darkens, everything begins to calm down and the sakura trees are lit up with paper lanterns, giving the hanami experience a different vibe, one