After taking a long bath, spending some time by myself thinking about what has happened in my life since I signed up to be a sugar baby, I finally come out in a much better mood compared to when I entered the bathroom an hour ago. Luca was sitting on the bed, looking like he is deeply regretting his behaviour earlier which I know, the last thing he would want to do is to poke me in the wrong way so he must've been feeling really guilty. I carefully approach him while only being wrapped in a towel, not wanting to prolong this further even if it's only going to take half a minute to sprint to the walk-in closet and get dressed. "Maybe we don't have to talk about it?" I ask softly once I sit next to him. He is clearly in a dilemma because like me, I too was torn between discussing about it or forget it ever happened. Forget this bad episode ever happened."That topic," I say hesitantly as my eyes turn to the small ultrasound photo he is currently holding, "is something that can wait.
“You’re really on your period?” He asks disappointedly once he discovered the string of the tampon I’m wearing. “I never lied.”“But I thought you always have your period at the beginning of the month?” “Yep, I’m two weeks late. Perhaps because of the stress from this quarantine. Or the dying that’s happening all over the world.” “So no sex..?”“No sex.” I reply with a smile, finding it humorous to answer such questions, with him behaving like an innocent little boy. “But just now you asked if I wanna do something fun?”I giggle hearing the enquiry, “Fun for me, not sure for you though.”“What do you mean?”I quickly sit up while reaching for his t-shirt that he removed earlier, wanting to wear it since it’s a bit awkward to be topless without doing anything. “Hey,” he tugs on the very same t-shirt, tossing it far away that I can’t believe he did that when he clearly knows I want to wear it. He reads my frustration but grins anyway, “I'm not done with you,” then proceed to pulli
"And you're only telling me now?!" Abby is screaming on the other line while Luca makes a weird face at me, as if asking what's my problem that I keep on watching him like a hawk. No, more like a creep. That’s why he seems to be quite annoyed -judging from his facial expressions- when I’ve done nothing but creep him out.Him, dressed in nothing but his black brief, is looking so damn hot especially when he’s innocently wiping clean the kitchen top that he used when he was preparing lunch. There’s something sexy about guys doing house chores, I tell you.Especially when he does it using those muscled abs and biceps. I remember how round and juicy his ass looked when he bent down to put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. That toned ass is so distracting I swear he should be sued for owning such peachy asset. I've gotta admit I've been drooling like a pervert over here. The fact that he no longer bothers putting on pants or shirts around the house ever since we're a couple is making it
"Good morning, Gorgeous," I can feel his warm breath on my right ear but instead of entertaining the man, I groan in protest and change my sleep position to be on the other side, backing him. He promised he'd let me sleep since we had quite a sexcapade last night so go away! Leave me alone! I need my beauty sleep! "I guess only true love's kiss will wake you up?" I was totally caught off-guard when his wet lips attacked mine that I immediately open my eyes, "The fuck, Luc!” I shout at him as I wipe my lips that were disgustingly coated with his saliva. He really has this ability to be annoying every single day without fail, and today he chooses to be one right at this very early morning when I really, reaaaally need to sleep in. He fucking promised me last night! Or to be specific, just a few hours ago. Have I mentioned we had an escapade in the form of sex? My body still aches from the acrobatic moves we did. Never knew I’m quite flexible since all these while I’ve only had boring
It feels weird to talk to each other through a video call when we're staying at the same place. Well, he's actually in his home office while I'm here at the dining table but you get what I mean- we're at the house with only a few steps away from one another. After working from home for almost a month, this is the first time I'm having an online meeting with him. Okay, not just him because we have the entire team joining this conference call and he hasn't exactly said much since we started half an hour ago (it was just a simple introduction at the beginning of this meeting) but still, I can see his face through the video so it somehow feels weird considering he went down on me merely two hours ago, waking me up with his naughty tongue and misbehaving fingers. This meeting is actually a practice in my company; we'd always organise a follow-up after the presentation of contractors' quarterly performance, to sit down and negotiate the discounts that we would like to have and if the co
Five months of quarantine and I'm finally breathing again! Truth to be told, I have a mixed feeling about this. Contrary to everybody’s positive reaction on the announcement made about the lockdown reaching its end, I am somewhat both thrilled and sad. One, I can’t believe I’d say this but I was so happy to know that the parks are now open for public. Right from the start, on the very first day of our freedom, I dragged Luca to one that is close to our place. Who knew a couch potato like me yearns for the fresh air so much to the point I willingly brisk-walked for more than an hour, definitely enjoying the change of scenery. Ever since that day, we have been religiously visiting the park every morning to avoid the crowd that starts to form after 10am. Call us old but we truly find that two hours being surrounded by greenery is the perfect beginning of our day. Two, the restaurants! Oh my God, the restaurants are finally opened for dine-in! The fights we’ve had regarding the repea
"Luc, are you asleep?" I ask him despite his silent treatment. He went straight to his home office once we were back, remained there until well before midnight that he finally graced his appearance which that too without a word; slipped into the ensuite bathroom for a quick shower then got into bed without making any noise. I wanted to make amend by cooking us dinner but he was in the middle of a discussion when I entered his home office around seven. I waited and checked again half an hour later but he was still in that meeting. The cycle of waiting-and-checking on him just to have dinner together went on for a couple of hours before I decided to go ahead and have dinner on my own around ten.Throughout our relationship be it when we were just friends or now that he’s my official quarantine boyfriend, I always make it a rule to never let our issues interfere with work. So with the intention of letting him do his work as well as wanting to give him space after dropping the bomb dur
"I think we've covered everything." What I meant to say was: we’ve covered every-where. Every corner of the house, in each of his cars (we're talking five of them) including mine too. We did it. Check, check, check. "Yeah," that's all he managed to say, still gasping for air after pounding into me in the pantry. It's a narrow space to work with but we made it possible with a few adjustments (read: amazing positions!) so we've officially checked everything on the list; every location possible. "I'm going to shower then head home." I remove myself from the flat surface that previously had some stuff on it but we removed them to make way for our fun activity. He is still laying flat on the ground, occupying the entire floor with his giant body that I have to tip-toe around him to get out of the small pantry. "No," he suddenly grabs one of my legs making me this close to losing my balance and fall on him but I managed to hold onto the wall. He doesn't seem to mind about the accident