With a softness he never knew he had, Marcus eases his wife's legs apart, sensing the anticipation and want. Lowering his head, he touches her center lightly with his tongue, feeling her shudder again at the touch. Slowly moving in circles, he can feel the tension beginning to build in her body, the shivers racing through her muscles as Marcus runs his hand over her stomach. He builds his wife slowly, his tongue going deep, caressing her gently with broad and eager sweeps, shifting to her below with soft kisses and driving arcs.
As Deianne's body tensely moves toward climax, she then reaches down, intending to take a hold of the man's hair and try to prolong the sweet agony her husband is inflicting on her. But a set of hands meets hers, holding them to each side. Their fingers were intertwined as she took a deep breath, feeling the
Deianne lets out a huge, disappointed sigh as she stares at the five different pregnancy test kits on top of the sink inside their bathroom. It all yields one result: one red line, indicating that she is not pregnant. She limply sat down on the toilet bowl and cupped her face with both of her hands as another wave of disappointment hit her. It's been three months since they first did the deed. And it's not like it was the only time they did it. They would do it after every failed result. And in the span of three months, she has already tested thrice, and it all says the same. She is not pregnant, though. She heaves another sigh. She's disappointed and frustrated at the same time. Deian
"Hi." Daniella said in a weak tone. She glanced at someone sitting alone on their veranda. She pulled up the first row of chairs on the left and sat on them."Oh, you're here," Deianne muttered as she looked away from her drawing and looked up at her twin sister. They were born as identical twins, and the hospital declared Daniella as the eldest of them."Am I disturbing you?"Deianne shook her head. "No, you're not. And you know, you will always be welcome to barge in whenever you want to."A pregnant pause envelops them after that. Deianne isn't the type of person who will engage in a long conversation, and Daniella knew it."Oh! Daniella, you're here apparently. I was just a
"Crap! Crap!" Deianne mutters under her breath when her canvas and painting tools are scattered on the floor as she bumps into another person on her way out of the building."I’m sorry. Are you okay?" the man asked as he helped her to gather her things again."Yeah. I’m sorry, I am just in a hurry." She answered while she grabbed the last piece of her paintbrush. She slid it again into the case before she looked up at the man who helped her. "Again, I apologize." she said before she turned around and walked out of the exit.She’s running late, and she knows she can’t be. Tonight is the night when her twin sister will be formally engaged to the only son of the Montañez. She had to be there on time because of two reasons
The days flew by, and it was now the night before the wedding. As requested by her twin sister, Deianne and Daniella will spend the night together at the hotel where the reception will take place. It will be their last bond before Daniella goes on with her new chapter in life.They just finished taking a bath together and doing some rituals to help them have a glowing skin for the event tomorrow, especially for her sister. They are laying on the bed, side by side, and they are looking at each other with smiles painted on their faces."How are you feeling?" Deianne asked her twin."I don't know." Daniella shrugged before she added, "I am actually having mixed feelings.""Maybe it's the wedding jitters. They said that most of the couples about to
Deianne's tears rolled down her cheeks. Why didn't she notice all that? They realized Daniella would be gone, but they didn't know how long. That's not all, she thought. Her twin sister wanted her to take her place. Is that possible? First and foremost, she is an introvert, while Daniella is an extrovert. "Deianne!" Arthur called out, then walked towards his wife. His face was red and his wife was crying. "Where is Daniella?" he asked. "She's nowhere to be found. She's gone, dad." Deianne said, looking down. She was too e
The melodious strains of organ music and violins filled the entire church room, which was dominated by white, from the wall paint to the wedding decorations that adorned every corner of the room. Soon after, they saw Deianne and her dad walking on the red carpet towards the altar. Starting now, Deianne will not be Deianne. Daniella Allyson is the name of the person seen walking down the aisle. The charm and beauty of "Daniella Montes" amazed almost everyone in the church—Deianne—without them knowing that what they admired was her twin sister. Little did everyone know, the real Daniella was now nowhere to be found. From a distance, no one would recognize that Deianne was not Daniella, including Marcus, because Deianne really tried her best to be Daniella in every way
Marcus descended the stairs of his house while fixing his tie. He glanced towards the kitchen, but there was absolutely no sign of his wife. He headed to the kitchen to make sure. However, still no one was there. He then saw something on the fridge door. Marcus walked over to it, and it turned out to be a piece of paper affixed with a horse-shaped magnet.Hi, Marcus. I'm sorry I left too early. Hehehe, maybe you were disappointed in me last night. I know it was our first night, but last night I was really exhausted and sleepy. Oh yes, you bought that ice cream. Thank you for that. It tastes good, and I finished it this morning. By the way, there's a waffle in the fridge and in the pitcher on the stove.
"Daniella, let's talk." Marcus announces as soon as he arrives at their house after a long day of work. After tending in to the incident and making sure that everything was now under control, he took the rest of the day off. He thinks it is only fair since he spent all night and this morning working and he really wants to talk to his wife. Deianne, who was in the middle of sending a message to her mom in the living room, looked up and turned her head in the man's direction. She was about to say something when Marcus beat her to it. "Stay right there. I'll just change into more comfortable clothes and then we will
Deianne lets out a huge, disappointed sigh as she stares at the five different pregnancy test kits on top of the sink inside their bathroom. It all yields one result: one red line, indicating that she is not pregnant. She limply sat down on the toilet bowl and cupped her face with both of her hands as another wave of disappointment hit her. It's been three months since they first did the deed. And it's not like it was the only time they did it. They would do it after every failed result. And in the span of three months, she has already tested thrice, and it all says the same. She is not pregnant, though. She heaves another sigh. She's disappointed and frustrated at the same time. Deian
With a softness he never knew he had, Marcus eases his wife's legs apart, sensing the anticipation and want. Lowering his head, he touches her center lightly with his tongue, feeling her shudder again at the touch. Slowly moving in circles, he can feel the tension beginning to build in her body, the shivers racing through her muscles as Marcus runs his hand over her stomach. He builds his wife slowly, his tongue going deep, caressing her gently with broad and eager sweeps, shifting to her below with soft kisses and driving arcs. As Deianne's body tensely moves toward climax, she then reaches down, intending to take a hold of the man's hair and try to prolong the sweet agony her husband is inflicting on her. But a set of hands meets hers, holding them to each side. Their fingers were intertwined as she took a deep breath, feeling the
Deianne is tense; she is so nervous. She keeps on walking back and forth inside their bedroom frantically. She just couldn't calm herself down. But how could you when tonight is the night where she will give her everything to Marcus? After almost two weeks of thinking it through, she finally decided to do it. She is still a little apprehensive, but she knows that this is the only way. As she waited for her "husband", she couldn't help but think back to what transpired from the talk she had with her mom a week ago. *Flashbacks*
"Ahmm, Daniela... can we talk?" Marcus asked the moment they stepped inside their house. They just got home from the party and the Montañez Mansion. On the way home, neither Marcus nor Daniella started talking inside the car. They just stayed silent. But they both know that what has been discussed by their parents is a very important matter, especially for Marcus. "Can I change my clothes into a comfortable one first? I also have to remove my make-up."
The next day, Deianne woke up to find she was alone in their bedroom. A scene from last night suddenly came up in her mind. She can't help but blush, knowing the fact that she and Marcus kissed again last night. She looks at the alarm clock on their bedside table. It's thirty minutes past eight in the morning already. Deianne can hear a laugh from the dining room. It's Marcus' and Hani's voices for sure.So they haven't left yet.She went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, then walked to the dining room. In the dining room, she can see the man and her cousin are sitting at the dining table while sipping their own cups of coffee.
After a long day of work, Marcus decided to fetch his wife from her workplace. He goes straight to her office. He didn't have any scheduled meetings for the rest of the day, so they already agreed that they would come home together. He finds his spouse sitting in front of the computer looking very serious. "Hey, are you ready?" Deianne looked up, "Hey. I am. Just give me a few seconds." She then turns her attention back to the computer, shuts it down, and stands up from her seat. She walks to the door while Marcus is looking at her blankly.
Their lips stay still for a second. Marcus' lips, sandwiching Deianne's upper lips, didn't dare to move. However, after a few seconds, Marcus starts to move his lips, nibbling Deianne's lips on him. Deianne, on the other hand, doesn't have any desire to push the man. She enjoys every single touch that he makes. Both of them once again got lost in each other's warmth. Marcus loves how his wife's lips taste, and the kiss is getting intense. His hand skillfully moves to his spouse's waist. Not having enough of the taste from Deianne's lips, he starts to use his tongue, playfully tasting the cavern. Deianne enjoys it even more. She doesn't want to move because Marcus' lips and tongue feel so addictive. T
After Marcus and Deianne had the talk and compromised with each other, they fell into a complete silence. They were just sitting on the couch, still across from each other. For the first time after their wedding, they both felt comfortable with the deafening silence that enveloped them. They stayed in their position in serenity until Deianne realized that it was almost lunchtime. "Ahm... it's almost lunchtime. Are you not hungry?" Marcus looked at his watch on his wrist.
"Daniella, let's talk." Marcus announces as soon as he arrives at their house after a long day of work. After tending in to the incident and making sure that everything was now under control, he took the rest of the day off. He thinks it is only fair since he spent all night and this morning working and he really wants to talk to his wife. Deianne, who was in the middle of sending a message to her mom in the living room, looked up and turned her head in the man's direction. She was about to say something when Marcus beat her to it. "Stay right there. I'll just change into more comfortable clothes and then we will