All Chapters of Voluptuous Desire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It was the third time I was late that week.I could never find on the Internet any explanation of why a nap in the afternoon was so invigorating, but four hours of sleep at night were worse than just not sleeping. There were theories, of course, but I've never been too attached to them. Even because if it were, I would choose much more to look for a job at night and at dawn, and leave the afternoon to rest with the angelic harps that played at the time of the nap, unlike the night when insomnia knocked on my door and only allowed me to sleep after the late hours at dawn.If I had a choice, I would have preferred not to fall asleep, since this would imply the fact that I would erase to the point of not seeing if a herd of mammoths would run over me. But my body, despite the usual years of waking up early and sleeping late, still surrendered to fatigue when my daily tasks were over, and I barely noticed when I was already falling into that sleep of the dead. Therefore, the delays were c

“I can't believe you did this to me again, Hazz!” Ruth practically dragged me by the ears. “You keep complicating me with your habit of being late.”“Ruth, I swear to God it's not a craze” I spoke in a whispered tone, because I was afraid to scream for the hand she held in my ear in that painful pinch. “I ended up sleeping too much. I didn't hear the cell phone ring, and when I noticed it in the sun, I was already two hours late. I swear to God I won't do it again.”In every corridor we passed, everyone looked at the scene and laughed. She was just grumbling, but my way of walking in a hurry should be the fun of the time.“Oh, aren't you going to do it again?” she asked, ironically, still pulling me forward with her hand in my ear. Despite the anger in her voice, she no longer pulled me hard, she only did that to vent some of that fury into her little body. She was so smaller than me, that I might as well have straightened and run away from the reach of her hands, but it seemed cruel t

“You don't have to be in such a hurry now” I spoke in a sharp tone to the interviewer, while he fixed the lapel of his suit and stared at me. Gabbie was finishing fixing my hair and kneading my dress for the long time I spent sitting. I hadn't even looked in the direction of the camera. Living in that artistic world, I learned that photographers never expected a sign of confirmation after we looked in their direction, so I avoided it until I felt really ready. Gabbie walked away, I raised my head and turned to the interviewer. “I've missed at least four appointments since this whole interview started. Don't blame the boy for the lack of preparation of his studio.”“I'm sorry, Miss Jones” said the man, in a tone of someone who doesn't feel much at all. I took a deep breath to push the words that threatened to come out of my mouth. If the nice journalist hadn't been putting herself between us to take the photo, I would have already lost my patience and punched the man. “We are trying to

If I wasn't fired by the end of that day, then I would be promoted soon, because people's indignation was general. In every corner I passed, every trip I took, everyone looked at me with an ugly face or grumbled. I found Ruth in the back of the studio and gave her the camera.I knew all the editing materials that Ricardo used, but no one would let me complete the work. They would need to give the credit, and they didn't want a novice - although I've been working in that place for eight years - to be receiving the glories of a job for which he wasn't even qualified. Anyway, it was a weight I took off my shoulders.Not at all would I be able to make any changes to those photos. The famous one I didn't even know the name was extremely hot. I would have male and professional problems to view the result of your photos. She had such a beautiful body, so different.The breasts were wonderfully rounded in that strapless dress and that enhanced its light skin tone, through the dark and slightly

With the strong lights of the dressing room on, that man's clothes became even more flashy. He had to have a very high self-esteem to use that, or an insane courage to put up with comments for his bad choice. Anyway, I opened a smile that I was sure would captivate him, letting him see how my crossed legs highlighted the thickness of my thighs.I wasn't stupid at all. I knew how to understand men. It was my best weapon to never get attached to any of them. And I had seen that stranger's eyes shine towards me. He wanted that. He wanted to be alone with me, he just didn't believe it could have happened. I didn't believe it either.My pattern for men has always been more based on the height and firmness of the body, because I liked long sex resting on a wall, and a thin man could not support me. That guy had a man's aura that could drive a woman crazy in his bed.He had long fingers, strong arms, thick thighs... It was common knowledge that men with thick thighs fucked well, they had mor