บททั้งหมดของ Tiffany's Desire: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

I walked into the bathroom to take a piss. I held my flaccid dick in one hand and smiled. It felt good, too real to be true. 'That was epic' I just had sex with Tiffany and the best part was that she enjoyed it too. Although she didn't say anything about it but I knew it. Those scream, that shaking. A woman could fake the screaming but not that shaking. I could see it on her face. The way her face lit up as she moaned, the way her body jolted to my touch and the way her cheeks turned red when we came. It was all an experience for her and I was glad I made her experience it. I sighed audibly as I washed my face from the tap. Since we arrived London, it was the first time I was missing school for something worth it. "Tiffany" I said to myself. I've had to take care of bullshit and issues but none of them made me feel contended and happy like today. As I opened the door of the bathroom and walked to the table, I sat down. My laptop

My hands were on the steering wheel as I drove down the freeway. Tiffany wasn't saying much from the passenger seat and I didn't wonder why. She wasn't supposed to be always talking and that was okay. It could be she was thinking about what she did, maybe. And I somehow don't want to care. I pulled into the school parking lot and turned to look at Tiffany. She looked at me briefly and reached to open the door. She climbed out of the car and I watched her for a moment before I got out too and strutted my keys out. I held my backpack and walked inside the class. It was a bit rowdy when I walked in with some guys yelling at the top of their voice. This isn't Highschool for crying out loud! I thought college makes them better. I had no fucking idea what it was about and I didn't care to listen. I found my table and crouched to it. I dropped my bag beside me and slid out my phone. I was about checking my notifications when the lecturer

Just like every other day, I was spending my evening sitting on this wooden chair with my eyes buried in my books. I can't afford to fail! Worse, my dad will kill me. Everything about schooling here was fun until it had to with writing assignments and tests. I felt like cry I flipped through the pages of my textbook and started at it blankly. I knew I had to finish up my assignments before Luciano would let me do anything else. Such an asshole! It wasn't as of he was doing anything right.It wasn't like he was being a jerk this time around. Although close to it, he just wanted to make sure I was going well.He didn't seem to show do much concern on anything other than my assignment and academic performance lately.I stretched to the table and took the cup there. I had a cup of coffee beside some sheets. I needed it to be hyperactive and concentrate.I took a sip from the cup and dropped the cup before turning to the book. My phone rang and I turned my head in the dir

I'm not a fan of TV shows but I do enjoy seeing them with someone else. It was the only way I could have my attention span let me see shows. As I stepped into the sitting room, Luciano was sitting on the couch. His leg was wrapped up and he had the remote in his hands. "Hey." I smiled as I got closer. He turned to look at me briefly and then turned his face away. He didn't try to hide the disgust on his face, did he hate me that much? Was he still mad at me because of what happened few days ago? "What's that?" I asked pointing at the Tv. Since he didn't say anything about it, If I pretend not to mind, he might not talk about it too. Yet, Luciano didn't respond to me. He just continued looking at the screen of his phone. "What's happening in the show?" I asked again. "I'm not watching it," he rebutted. I gave a small nod and sat beside him. I kept calm and just remained on the couch with him. He raised up his head and then looke

He walked inside and I quickly grabbed a shirt to cover myself.I hid my phone behind me and raise my brow waiting for his his response."I uh—" he paused and looked around like he was suspecting something."What is it?" I asked him and he turned his attention to me."I just wanted to tell you that the food you were making go burnt.""Fuck!" I blurted.After taking some cereals, I decided to make a quick lunch for Luciano without telling him.I was scared to approach him or even tell him anything."What are you doing?" Luciano asked looking at me. "You look so distracted. What has taken your attention?""Nothing," I responded hastily and used by hands to fish out my hair from my face.There was a lot of things I couldn't admit and that included that I was making that dish for him.I didn't want Luciano to know that I care and shit but here he was, about to rub it on my face.I swallowed hard when I realized I literally burnt the food cause I have been on my phone all along. I looked a