All Chapters of Stories Of Lust And Longings : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“How long have we known each other?” Jasmine asked her friend.Eyes on her, he answered. “Three years.”“Let's sit,” She said.He obliged and joined her on the stairs. He knew that whatever she has to say was heavy.She turned to him with a bright smile, “If you were a sex worker, how much would you charge for a week?”“An entire week?”Jasmine nodded. “Yes.” This was one of the reasons she loved him. His ability to entertain her many out-of-the-world questions without deeming her crazy or shushing her.Gabriel mulled over the question for a few minutes and replied. “About four hundred k.”Jasmine smiled the smile that always conjured a twinkle in her eye. “A bit much, isn't it?”He shrugged easily, “I'll be worth it.”And he would, she had to agree. It was evidenced by the number of women after him. He was not blowing his own horn. He was easy on the eyes too, with his fine dark skin and rightly muscled tall form, he was honest to God perfection.He was looking at her now, openly, no

Yesterday had been blinding and as she laid down in the bed today, she wondered how crazier it could get.Because it would. Undoubtedly.“You good?” Gabe asked from beside her.“Yeah.”“What you thinking about then?”“Just wondering about things.”He turned on his side so he could face her, their faces leveled. “Tell me.”“Well,” she began shyly, “yesterday was nice.”“It was nice for me, too.” And he wasn't lying. He had been fantasizing about being with her for a while, and it had been way better than his fantasy.“I was wondering about today again.”He kissed her mouth. “I'll try my best, you insatiable wench.”She giggled and held him closer to her.There was more to sex than what happened yesterday, she knew. There were more ways to enjoy it and she wanted to explore those ways.She found she was excited. She looked at him.“What are we going to do today?”He groaned, pretending to be in pain. “You'll run me ragged, I'm sure.”She giggled again.He turned to her and siad, “What d

“So how was yesterday's lesson for you?”“Yesterday's lesson in vanilla Bdsm, you mean?”Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Well, how did you like it?”“I like the blind folding and the bonding part. And the part where I absolutely did not beg you for relief.”“Did to.”She turned her lips downward. “Alas, I did. But I gave you a run for your money.”“I agree to that begrudgingly.” He faced her. “So you like that part?”She nodded, then launched forward and wrapped an hand round him from behind. “You're turning out to be worth the pay after all.”His mouth quirked up at the corner. “Fuck you, sweet.”“I would like that very much.”Surprised, he turned his head to face her. “Fucking? It's not making love.”“What's the difference?”“You tell me,” he challenged.“I'm a learner, remember?”He had to laugh. “Alright. I'll indulge you.”“Hmm.” She was draped over him like a coat.He maneuvered them so she was laying on him.“Where do I begin?”“Anywhere.”He cleared his throat and took the voice of

Jaz was acutely aware that their arrangement would end tomorrow. If he did, he gave no sign of it.It was the weekend and they were with their friends at the park. For a very particular reason, she was distracted, and she barely took part in their jibes and laughs.She wondered why she should feel this way when it was she who wanted the arrangement. Strictly business. And she'd achieved her aim. She'd orgasmed more than she ever had in the past few days, and she had learnt her sexual likes and dislikes, so why was she feeling down?“You okay, Jaz?” Fola, her best friend and Gabe's brother, asked.She yawned. “Yeah. I'm fine.”He walked over to her and engulfed her in a hug. “Just tell me if you want anything, okay? Or do you need anything taken care of.”She laughed. “What if I want to have you beat someone up for me?”“I would. If you actually ask for someone to be beaten up, then he or she deserves it.”“What if it's a girl?”“I'll bash her pretty face in. No one troubles my baby an

He hated every damn one of them. From his stupid-as-fuck colleagues to his uppity-ass, stupid shit boss.Her especially.He hated her the most. With her narrow heels and expensive suits and her perfumes. She had a superior attitude too, never minding or caring about the fact that he worked his ass off for this company more than the others did.But no. He was the one she picked on the most. And he was tired and sick of it. Sometimes, he contemplated threatening her with a gun or perhaps blowing the company to ashes. He got a guy who could build the bomb, didn't he?He could blow the company up, blow every one of them up. It would serve them right. It would serve them right for maltreating him, serving them right for not knowing his worth and not valuing him the way they should.And he would show them — all of them. He would show them that he was worth fifty of their stupid asses. He had been a bank manager before, hadn't he? But he had been frame for a crime with a couple of others an