Maureen Eの小説

I look at the stranger. I never expected him to straight-up point at me as the woman of his choice. My heart skipped a beat, caught between shock and a weird thrill. Was it the alcohol talking, loosening his tongue, or was he just teasing to keep the night interesting? I peered at him with scrutinizing eyes, searching his face for any hint of a joke, but damn, he was dead serious. Those intense green eyes held mine without flinching; he meant every word. He really wanted me as his woman, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why. What made me stand out in his world of family drama and high-stakes expectations?He chuckled, clearly enjoying my wide-eyed reaction. "What's with that look? You shouldn't be surprised.""What the fuck? You just said I'm the woman of your choice. Of course I'm surprised!" I snorted, trying to play it cool even as my pulse raced. "Don't mess with me! I'm not in the right mind for bullshit pickup lines tonight.""I'm not messing around," he stated firm

The young man turned around to face me again. He leaned on the glass pane and slipped his hand into his jeans pocket, shrugging playfully. "He's gone now."I smiled and nodded, relief washing over me. "Yeah, he's gone, thankfully.""And now it's just you and me," he grinned.I couldn't tell if he meant it or if it was just friendly teasing, but that line sent my heart and mind into a frenzy. My body heated up, and those perverted thoughts flooded back in, harder to shove away this time. What the hell was wrong with me? I took a big gulp of my wine to drown them out. Seriously, why was I getting horny in front of a total stranger?To cut the awkwardness, I asked, "How about you? What's your problem?"His grin vanished instantly, replaced by silence, like he wasn't about to spill.I clicked my tongue, annoyed. "What's with the silence? Didn't we agree to share our worries? I told you mine!""I know, and I'm not the type to go back on my word," he replied. He slid back into his seat, gra

Are you sure you are done with him?" The stranger asked me again."I nodded and raised my two middle fingers." I swear, I'm done with him." I said. And took a sip of my drink."Alright then, give me your ring." He said stretching out his hand.I blinked several times, staring at the man's open palm thrust right in front of me, his fingers steady despite the alcohol we'd both been drowning in. My mind reeled, struggling to process his words amid the haze of the bar's muffled chatter and clinking glasses. Had I heard him right?"What?" I managed, my voice barely above a whisper, confusion knitting my brows together."I said, give me your ring," he repeated calmly, his tone unwavering, like he was stating the most obvious fact in the world. "I'll throw it away for you. Right now.""T-Throw it away?!" I yanked my hand back instinctively, cradling it protectively against my chest with my other palm, as if shielding a fragile treasure. The shock hit me like cold water, sobering me up in an

I couldn't help but instinctively reach for the ring on my finger, twisting it nervously as if it might somehow shield me from this stranger's piercing gaze. Despite the haze of alcohol clouding his eyes, this man was shockingly perceptive, cutting right through my defenses like a knife through fog."J-Just because I'm married doesn't mean that whatever mess I'm in right now has anything at all to do with my marriage," I stammered desperately, my voice trembling as I tried to build some kind of wall around myself. God, I felt so utterly exposed, like he could see every crack in my armor, every hidden fracture I'd been ignoring for months. Part of me still whispered that he might be some kind of stalker, watching me from the shadows. But honestly, what would be the point? I wasn't anyone special—no celebrity, no supermodel turning heads. I was just Christy, an ordinary working woman drowning under the relentless weight of stress from my high-pressure job, deadlines that never ended, an

I watched as the young man got up and reached for the bag of wine I'd reluctantly shared. He pulled out one of the bottles, saw the label, and chuckled, showing his pearly-white teeth. "Heh, what a strong wine you've got here. You really want to get blackout drunk, huh?"He then opened two bottles of wine with practiced ease and handed me one like a gentleman. "Here's yours. I'm guessing you have a lot of reasons to drink right now. You must be exhausted from everything weighing on your mind. Get drunk with me and forget about all of it, alright?"I hesitated for a second. After all, getting drunk with a stranger wasn't the safest thing in the world. But his gaze was reassuring, as if wordlessly telling me that everything would be fine.At least for tonight.I bravely grabbed the bottle and took one big gulp without even thinking twice. I winced when I felt the burn as the alcohol hit my throat. But that quickly faded, and I was soon relaxed enough to continue drinking.This time, I s

I stopped dead in my tracks, my heart pounding like a drum in my throat as fear gripped me so tightly I could barely breathe. How the hell did this intruder know my name? He’d called it out twice, clear as day, like he owned the place. Was he some kind of stalker? My mind raced with worst-case scenarios—knives, ropes, dark alleys—what if he rapes me to death here? I wanted to run towards the door and scream for help, but my body betrayed me. Every muscle locked up, frozen in place. All I could do was stare helplessly at him, convinced he was seconds away from lunging and attacking.But to my utter surprise, he didn’t move an inch. He just stayed lounging lazily on the CEO’s leather sofa, exactly where he’d been when I first spotted him, his deep blue eyes watching me with that same teasing glint. Though there was zero hostility radiating from him—at least, not yet—it threw me off completely. I scanned the room again, my eyes darting to the shadows, half-expecting more intruders to pop

I really can’t get over how much I enjoy giving this blowjob. It’s an entirely new experience for me, to be so into it. I mean, sure, I know how to fake like it’s the most delicious and wonderful thing because I know that guys love that kind of enthusiasm.All of my enthusiasm right now is absolutely sincere, though, and it’s such a strange thing to think about this blowjob as its own reward, like if all that happens is this blowjob, I’ll be completely happy about it. It’s strange. I mean, I guess I understand that oral sex is inherently intimate but this is like an entirely different world.And then things change.I think I’m so lost in moving my mouth up and down on Jackson’s cock that I’m really not paying any attention to anything other than my lips, my tongue, and his dick. I almost don’t understand that Jackson is moving me until I’m already on the bed. I finally take my mouth off and turn to look at him but my body swings around.I’m over him.And his tongue gets to my pussy.T

Yeah, yeah. I know you want to get to the part where I have sex with Jackson but it’s important that I go through things how they happen. I’ll be quick, though. See, that spanking is a really significant thing because it changes everything for me. I mean, sure, some of that has to do with the simple fact that I now understand there are consequences but that’s not the sum total. I mean, I also can just stop at any time.But suddenly, I want to succeed. I mean, not just the way I always want to succeed. I want to succeed because I want to be a better person. All through high school, everything is easy for me. Nothing really challenges me until my junior year in college and even then, I can manage that easily until I turn twenty-one and decide I enjoy partying more than studying. So, until I’m twenty-one, I don’t really have to work hard to succeed.But now, I’m learning how good it feels to work hard.I know you want me to cut to the chase. I know. Be a little patient, for fuck’s sake!

What the hell am I supposed to expect from a spanking?I can honestly say I never receive one, not one. Oh, maybe as a child I get a swat on my ass when Mom says, “I said it’s bedtime,” but never more than one swat at a time. I mean, even then, they’re not really spanks so much as a vague threat that there can be spanks. I mean, they don’t even hurt.It takes one spank from Jackson to make me realize this is not going to be easy.His hand impacts with my ass cheeks and I gasp from the intensity of the pain that washes over me. It’s really unbelievable. I mean that literally. It takes a moment for me to process it as something that’s really happening. It’s like the pain from the spanking reverberates over my ass cheeks and then all along my thighs and my waist.It’s just the first spank and it already hurts like hell!It’s like my mind stops.And then the second spank hits and the sting of the first spank feels far less powerful than the second. I don’t know if it’s just that his hand

I get my first spanking a week later.Yeah, Daddy doesn’t mess around.Don’t get me wrong, I earn it. Also, it’s very clear that if I mess up, he gets to punish me, and that includes spanking. We go over everything when I get back from college. There are basically three prongs to the law my stepfather lays down.School.Home.Work.All three of them are part of the help he gives and it’s his way or the highway. Since I’m retaking courses already failed, he knows the syllabi and the materials. By the time the semester starts, I’m supposed to be ahead. He has a study schedule for me as well as a homework assignment and project schedule. In terms of home, I have chores that he just never enforces before. Finally, I am required to get a part-time job. It turns out my scholarship isn’t lost yet. I need three semesters on academic probation for that to happen and this new one upcoming is the third so my tuition and books are still covered.But he wants me to learn responsibility.In fact, h

My stepfather finds me crying on the couch five and a half months before he fucks me.I say that because I want to make it clear that he never takes advantage of me. I guess I also need to point out that I’m not a child. I’m twenty-two years old and he’s not doing anything gross or illegal. I think maybe I need to also point out that he’s not really my stepfather. I mean, he’s more my mother’s husband than my stepfather. They marry when I’m sixteen and the only authority he ever takes with me is when he teaches me to drive and tells me what to do or not to do in reference to that.So, the man I fuck has no real father-like relationship with me and I’m not his daughter. I’m his wife’s daughter.Now, let’s get to the wife part. He fucks me during a trial separation. That comes about because my mother gets a chance to work for her company at their Australia location for a year. He doesn’t want her to go. She wants him to go with her. Of course, if he does that, he’ll have to quit his job

The next day I sat in the confessional waiting for him wearing a short skirt with no panties. I brought the lube like he’d asked. The anticipation of what he planned to do to me had me rubbing my thighs together. Again, for the fourth day in a row I was wet. I couldn’t help myself. Father Michaels had done things to me no man had ever done. Touched me in ways no other man had ever touched me. And commanded me in ways no other man commanded me. I liked it. I wanted it. I needed it.He arrived a few minutes early. Parishioners would start arriving at two and it was one forty-five. He pulled his cock out immediately, letting me suck him. As I massaged his ball sack and had his cock deep in my throat the first parishioner came in for confession. I heard the door on the other side of the booth open and close and then the man’s voice. A rush of excitement ran through me and I savored each suck, lick, and caress, knowing Father Michaels would have to use real finesse to hear confession while