I am definitely NOT wearing these. It's just strings for God's sake! I might as well not wear anything at all if I'm going to let my girls out that much. How kinky is this guy for Beatrice to suggest that outfit for our first night. It shouldn't even be called an outfit. It's just strings! Gosh, do I sound like a 32 year old now instead of a 19 year old? "Abigail?" I hear a knock on the door along with the deep voice. Shit, I'm still in my clothes. I haven't even applied anything on my face. I was planning on putting a light make up right after wearing this lingerie Beatrice packed, which was a mystery to me since it was wrapped in a tissue paper, tucked in a paper bag. She said it would be a surprise for both me and Mr Sinclair. I am indeed surprised, Beatrice. So surprised that I don't have the time left to do my hair or make up because I spent it all raging over these strings. "Abigail?" He tries again that I begin to panic."Y-yeah?" I jump at the speed of light towards the
Every time I read romance novels, I've always thought what a bunch of liars those authors are, to put shitty smut that the majority of us women, don't even experience. Like seriously, getting wet just by his presence in the room? Or at the sound of his voice? Bullshit, that's what it is! Because the entire time I was with Dean, for six whole years (seven if we take dating into account), I've never gotten wet that easily. Heck, sometimes even after he has heated the engine for some time, I was still as dry as the Sahara. So yeah, bull-fucking-shit, you liars (authors) !But now, oh my God. When he said it like that, of how delicious I tasted, Oh. My. God. I finally realise my panties are actually wet. Soaked. He, this man, this Mr Sinclair, who's still looking at me with his captivating hazel eyes, is the reason of my soaked panties. What else can he do? Make me come merely by using his tongue? Fingers? Because those too, are two other bullshit romance novels have been selling to the
Doesn't matter what happens, I would always clean myself after having sexual intercourse with my husband, now ex-husband. The byproduct is seriously ew (which of course I'm referring to his cum since I barely get my release), there is no way I can sleep with my private part feeling sticky all night long. I'm also too obsessed with having my bedsheet to remain clean at all times just so I can sleep without worrying over germs, bacteria, or anything that will crawl on me at night when I'm sleeping on the bed. But all bets are off tonight. None of those germs, bacteria, or possible insects attacking me later on matters because I really, reaaaaally have no energy left after he sprayed his mini Sinclairs into me for the second time. My legs are shaking, my eyes are tightly closed, all I want right now is to stop orgasming and just sleep. Purely sleep without any other meaning behind it. "Abigail," he whispers to my left ear with his hands wrapped around my middle; he's currently spoon
Be careful what you wish for. Just one month ago, I had enough of my boring weekends. Netfl!x, comfort food, afternoon naps, hit REPEAT. I was miserable when I was still married to Dean. I didn't have time for myself. His line of work requires him to always be away either for a month or two, sometimes up to six months if it’s an overseas assignment. I was lonely, I was tired, I was raising two toddlers on my own. Though to be honest, even when he was home, I was tired too because he's that typical man who has his wife doing all the chores, taking care of the children, while he sits on his gaming chair claiming this is the only time he has for himself since he's been tired working his ass off for weeks. Oh yeah? He didn't think about how tired I've been taking care of the house, the kids, all while working full time. At the end, it felt the same either he was home or not, in fact I felt better when he wasn't because then I would only need to take care of two boys instead of three.
"Hi," he greets me with a smile while approaching me at the breakfast bar. I've been observing him since he was at the shoe cabinet, didn't even dare to say anything afraid if I'd stupidly blurt out something weird because there's a chance he didn't even hear Abby just now. "Eating cereal?" He asks when he notices the bowl in front of me. "Uhh yeah. I'm so sorry, but, uhh, can I have some? I didn't know if you were home so I just grabbed it because I was too hungry. I'd go upstairs to look for you, ask for your permission if I can have it but since I'm not allowed to go up, so," so I just gobble what I found. He grins at my lengthy apology, "It's okay, you can eat anything in this house, no permission required." Including you? "How about I cook you something proper? A real lunch." He heads straight to a kitchen drawer, pulling out a pan. I was so nervous, so scared, I hadn’t realised he’s in his usual outdoor outfit; a pair of jeans with a cotton t-shirt. It’s simple but this i
"I'm more focused this way. Too sleepy," I flash what looks like the most fake smile ever at my colleague while trying to will him with my mind power to go back to his fucking workstation instead of bothering me any longer. I swear if one more person comes here and asks me why am I doing my work standing up instead sitting on my comfy chair, I will fucking yell at him/her. Yes I will. I most definitely will. What happened is, I am so stressed with this one Drilling Engineer assigned to my latest Exploration well. He is a Senior but he behaves as if he has zero experience. I'm absolutely fine with someone who admits he's inexperience as long as he's willing to learn. However I seriously can't tolerate an asshole who's an idiot but acts as if he knows everything for the fact, he doesn't! How dare he told me what to do when it's MY job and MY expertise he's seeking. If you're so smart, then why did you still come to me? That means you're not as smart as you think that your fucking bo
We made out in the elevator on our way to the basement parking. His hands were all over me and I love how he growled to find out I wasn't wearing any panties. I didn't mean to tease him back, I swear. The matchy set I was wearing was too wet for my comfort, it was soaked all the way through from the way he played me on the couch so I ditched it at the house. I wanted to get a new pair in my room but he was already calling me to go out for dinner so I went without wearing one. We ended up making out next to the car, right in the middle of the parking lot, I've gotta say the thrill of being discovered by someone else along wit his set of skills made me all flushed. Yet again, he stopped when I was about to reach my release. The timing was so damn perfect I had to keep quiet the entire duration we were in the car to calm myself down. I thought with the maddening things happening at the office this week, this weekend would be like an escape. A vacation. At least a promising Friday bas
Nervous, I open the door once the green light is emitted from the finger printing device signalling access is granted. My eyes widen seeing a tall figure standing in front of me. I've been contemplating if I should dash out while I still haven't stepped both feet into the house. He didn't contact me after the lolli incident two weeks ago but I do suspect he's going to grill me this weekend. But not this early. Why do you have to wait in front of the door like this? It's only 5.30 pm. I purposely come here an hour early to have a pep talk with myself knowing he'll only be home around 7."How long have you been standing there?" I ask him, trying to act cool while removing my shoes. My pink slippers are waiting in front of me instead of sitting in the shoe cabinet. Did he take them out? For me? Is he being sweet or I should dial Abby's number now? Abs, save me and my Sophie-jayjay! "Strip." "Excuse me?" I don't think I'm hearing this right. "You heard me." He is still standing at t