All Chapters of Destiny: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

If I was okay?My impulse was to say no. I was broken into a million pieces butthese pieces still vibrated with pleasure, and before they broke, I felt the most intense sensations.incredible."Yes," I whispered, almost surprised to find that my voice worked. The sex, theorgasm, were so powerful it felt like every part of my body had beenshaken and reorganized. I had never experienced anything like this. The mostThe next thing she had come was when she was seventeen and in love with Travis.A disconcerting thought.With Travis, I was an inexperienced young woman just beginning to sexually arouse.I confused orgasms and vows of love with something real.With Mark… I shook my head against his bare chest, so hot and strong under my face.It's been twelve years of sex since Travis. Dozens of partners, many quite talented.Stunning climaxes that made me scream, multiple orgasms that held me in my tracks.apex until I couldn't take it anymore, but nothing so...deep. Was it because we ki

Monday morning, before leaving for the symposium, Mark called Jenna atprivacy of your room. Nervousness quickened his breathing as he listened to thecell phone call.Has she told her family about Indonesia? How did they react? If they had triedconvince her otherwise, they might as well force her out of sheer perversity. At theHowever, he wanted her to make up her mind for the right reasons.Yesterday, he thought it would be good for the two of them to spend some time apart,step back and think carefully. For him, that time had only made him feelmissing her and even more sure that she should go to Indonesia. What effect did it haveabout Jenna?Finally, her voice rang in his ear, breathless.“Mark?“Good morning, Jenna. I woke you up?“No, I was in the shower when the phone rang.He imagined her naked, in a steam-filled bathroom, and felt the predictable reaction.“Ah, how evil.She giggled.“I'm just telling the truth, like you always do.He smiled and appreciated the fact that s

Drinking coffee was better than lying in bed, so Matt got up early. At nightLast year, he had told his mother about the wedding and had to deal with fits of shock, anger andcompassion. She wanted to make him dinner, take care of him, but that was the kind of thing she couldn't do.could handle it, so he thanked her and said he needed to be alone.He thought about calling his friends, but there was no way they would sympathize. After all, alreadythey didn't understand why he wanted to stay with a single girl, much less get married so young.The only person he could talk to at a time like this had lost his mind.So, feeling very, very alone, he went outside and walked for hours, wandering the streetsas the afternoon turned into night. He was still walking when the kids came in.for dinner, while people watched TV or played games outside, and when peopleroom lights were turned off.When at last he felt his body exhausted, he went home and fell into bed, butmanaged to turn off the m

I told Matt that I wanted him to be honest. And how honest should I be with him?I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but this was important. I swallowed hard and said softly:“You are an easy going person. Most of the time that's fine, but it's like nothingtouched him deeply, you know? You don't show yourself passionate about things."I don't understand what you're saying," he said stiffly.— Yeah, when I was in that bad pain. You were so sweet, taking care of me, andsaid I should see a doctor. When I told you that my mother and mysisters said that colic was normal with menstruation, you backed off. Until at last, in the autumnIn the past, when I was dying, you got all initiative and practicallydragged to the doctor.Poor Matt, he looked so perplexed."Er... Are you saying this was good or bad?" I mean, I know well that a guy doesn'tmust push the woman around, but I was really worried, and I had reason to be,why...“Matt.” I held up my hand. “What you did was good. Yeah, you do

We used it for our joint calls was perched in the center of the table, next to avase of dahlias picked in the garden.Beside me, holding my hands, was Matt.Mom, who had rushed home from work earlier, sat down across from us andtook off his shoes. She rubbed her hands together.“This is going to be fun. James,” she said, impatient with Dad, who was rummaging around.in the fridge. - What are you doing?“Er, I forgot what I came here for.She rolled her eyes.“If he doesn't have a microscope, the man can't see.“I can see perfectly well. I just forgot what I'm looking for.“Milk,” she said. “For your grandson. Get used to it, you're going to do this to us a lot.next years.A few minutes later, he placed a glass of milk in front of me, touched the top of myhead in a brief caress, then sat down next to Mom. He examined it carefully.“You're not under a microscope, but you look pretty good for a grandma."Why, you..." Smiling, she gave him a gentle nudge. "Everyone here, and I hopeth