Novels by enoigboriaojied

I knew I should have responded to Julian but I was seriously too busy freaking the fuck out.‎He knew what I look like. That was bad. So very bad. Why exactly this was bad, I was not sure. But the black hole feeling in my stomach was telling me so.‎He thinks I'm beautiful, a much more calmer part of me thought blissfully. Without make-up. Yes, okay, that I was very happy about. But it was still bad...right?‎Gnawing on my bottom lip, I tried to think clearly. So what if he knows what I looked like? It wasn't like he could track me down with just an image. I mean, yeah, okay, he also knew my first name but I didn't have any kind of social media so good luck there, buddy!‎Come on, really, Sara?‎I shook my head at myself. I knew Julian wouldn't do anything like that. I was just freaking out and thinking irrationally. He was a good guy and I trusted him. If I didn't, I wouldn't have given him my real number.‎Breathing in deeply, I lifted my phone up to my face and read his messages ag

‎Zach whistled at me once he saw me. "Looking hot, girl!" He commented from the sofa, legs tucked underneath him and arm resting along the back as he turned his attention to me.‎"Thanks babe." I leaned over the back of the sofa and grabbed the package off of him. Quickly, I teared open the sealed, grey plastic bag.‎"What'd ya get?"‎"Remember that top I showed you and Julie? The white one with 'this bitch bites!' written on the front?" My fingers touched material and I quickly pulled it free. The plastic fell to the floor and I held the top up so I could see it fully. I grinned, satisfied with my purchase.‎Zach threw his head back and laughed. "You didn't!"‎"Oh-" I turned the shirt around so he could see it. "-I did!"‎Zach gasped, taking in its beauty. "I fucking love it! Do they do it in my size?" Reaching out, he pinched the bottom between his fingers. "Ooh, I like the material too."‎"Yes, I think so." I gathered it in my hands and pulled it over my head before smoothing it do

‎I had to admit, the fake breasts she brought five years ago looked fantastic in that shirt. I was almost jealous of her. They looked better than mine.‎Zach, meanwhile, was topless with a pair of leather pants covering his bottom half. He looked amazing. His hair was messy like he'd just had sex and he was debating with my mother whether or not he should use some some eye liner to make him look more dark and mysterious.‎I was still firm with my decision to stay out of the photo shoot. Even though I wouldn't have to be naked, I didn't like the idea. People could recognize me; friends from school; old work colleagues; that bitch who stole my favourite hair clip in my swimming classes when I was a teen. The thought of any of them knowing - or worse, judging - what I did for a living made me die a little inside, despite me knowing in my heart it was nothing to be ashamed of. I was just too sensitive, I guessed.‎My phone vibrated in my hand, signalling an incoming text, and I glance dow

As soon as the thought entered my mind I dismissed it.‎How ridiculous.‎There was no way I should be falling for a man I've never even met and I don't even know what he looks like! Having a crush was one thing but love?‎Mehn, I was turning into one of those women who fell for anyone just because they knew exactly what to say.‎And the saddest part was, I'm pretty sure Julian wasn't even trying!‎"Princess? You still there?"‎I was brought out of my mental rambling by Julian's concerned voice. Shit, I had no idea how long I'd sat there in silence. Not only is that embarrassing but completely unprofessional (although I'm not sure I can be any more unprofessional than I already have been). I was wasting Julian's money.‎ "Sorry, Jul," I apologized immediately, not realising I'd just given him a nickname. "I completely just zoned out. I - I'll refund you for the call."‎"Don't worry about that, I'm not. Please, be honest with me. Did I make you uncomfortable with what I said? I didn't m

The visual is too much. My thighs quivered and lips parted. All I could do was breathe and listen to his words, completely immersed in the world he'd painted for us. My wet fingertip continued to stroke my pulsing clit.‎He didn't wait for my response. "I forcefully part your thighs using my legs and pin them open. I watch as your beautiful, soaked pussy opens because of it. Your cunt is begging to be touched even if you deny it."‎"Please," I managed as I sped up my finger and brought a second one into play. A mini orgasm jolted through me, causing me to whimper.‎He chuckled at me. "Knowing want you really want, I drop to my knees and trap my head between your thighs before you can try to close them again.‎My tongue wiggles it's way between your juicy cunt lips and finds your precious clit. You buck your hips but I'm stronger and use my fingers to keep your pearl exposed to me. I lap at you, the tip of my tongue fluttering over you again and again."‎I could really feel it now. I w

‎"Hey," was Darren's reply.‎"Hey," the voice I'd been longing to hear all day greeted me finally.‎"Hey Julian," I responded with a lazy smile on my face. My wet hair fell free as I laid back against my bed. The only thing covering me was another towel, bigger than the one which had been twisted around my hair, and as soon as the opportunity arosed, I was going to let him know that.‎"You sound tired," he observed, sounding concerned and it made my heart skip a beat.‎"Didn't sleep so well," I told him honestly but I didn't say why because that would be awkward. My conversation with Zach sprang to mind and I shook my head to get rid of it. "No big deal. How's your day been?"‎"Not bad," he answered. "Someone set fire to their exes car but no one was hurt. That's what's important."‎"Sounds like a bitter break up," I commented.‎"Yeah, more or less. From what I could gather, he cheated on her with her best friend...And her best friends boyfriend."‎I scrunched my nose up at that. "As