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Prey On Me
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2026-02-27 18:54:02
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365 Days Of Pleasure: Please Me! Chasing My Soul
STELLA I flop onto my frail bed, cringing as it groans underneath my weight. The mattress, its hard surface worn out due to years of use isn’t exactly suitable for my tired limbs but I know better than to complain. Staring at the peeling wallpaper on the ceiling, I drag a stretch so well, my aching muscles found some sort of relief. All of a sudden, the sky breaks loose. Thunder rolls in, shaking the thin walls as droplets of rain hammer the window. I guess that’s my cue to get settled into bed. I shred off my clothes and make my way to the bathroom. Steam still clings to my skin from my scalding shower as I emerge from the bathroom. I run a towel through my hair, drying as my other hand pushes down my bum shorts to cover my exposed butt. Then come the knocks. Light at first then frantic and impatient when I made no effort to get it. Thump. Thump. Thump. I crack my neck to the side and stare at the hands of the old clock hanging on the wall. It’s late. The neighborhood it
365 Days Of Pleasure: Please Me! Blood Isn’t Thicker
3RD PERSON’S POV Sandy and Stella stand there at the edge of the hill, staring at the horizon as the sky turns a bruised, ugly purple. The garden is deathly quiet. No birds. No insects. Just the wind whipping through the trees, sounding like a low, mournful whistle. Stella rubs her arms to warm herself up. The weather promises rain. Stella can feel Sandy’s irritation aimed at her head like a loaded gun. Uncle George’s voice still rings in her ears. He had basically kicked them out here to reflect on their actions. As if a walk in the grass could fix twenty years of lies. Stella just couldn’t hold in her anger. How could Sandy still maintain her bitchy attitude even after knowing all this. Stella keeps her gaze fixed on the fading light. Her heart is a mess. She isn’t sure if she’s sad or mad or confused. Stella feels Sandy’s hatred, yet underneath it, she feels a profound, stubborn forgiveness. It’s pathetic, she knows. But blood or not, Sandy is the girl Stella spent her
365 Days Of Pleasure: Please Me! Prey On Me
STELLA My first steps back into the home that betrayed me are a bit hesitant. And although the sun is shining brightly this morning, remnants of last night’s gloom overshadows the warmth. I silently creep inside, eyes glued on my phone screen. It flashes continuously with a caller ID I hate to say, feels estranged. There he stands, sighing and pacing back and forth with a worried look painted on his face. Over and over again, he dials my number, only to hear the same silence. Sandy, in the sofa, clad in a pink silky transparent cropped top and bum shorts, catches my eyes. She grinds her teeth, rolling her eyes at Jamie’s frantic movements. How does she not have any remorse after everything? She still thinks he’s better off with her? Well, good luck to the both of them. I tap on the door, earning a sharp turn of heads. Sandy’s surprises expression gives me a split second satisfaction but she quickly replaces that with a scowl. Jamie freezes, the air chills down as silence d
365 Days Of Pleasure: Please Me! Game On
STELLAI stumble into the house at 3:00 AM. It’s dark and silence is eerie as expected of dawn. I wouldn’t expect active movement so early in the morning.I can’t quite put my finger on it but it is both comforting and unnerving. My head throbs and my blood is heated, being under the influence of alcohol. But the fire in my gut? That’s stone-cold sober.I don’t wait for the sun. I don’t ask for permission. I just clutch that manila envelope, wobbling further into the house. Why does the truth always feel like it's trying to snap your wrist?I march straight for the master bedroom. No breathing. Just motion. As I throw the door open, the wood cracks against the wall.I expected to find Jamie alone. Maybe nursing a drop of guilt. But no. Life doesn't work like that. I find the final nail in the coffin instead.They’re right there. In our bed.The sheets I picked out. The pillows where I whispered all those pathetic dreams. Sandy is tangled up in Jamie’s arms, their skin slick with swe
365 Days Of Pleasure: Please Me! What?!
STELLAI sit in the cramped airplane seat, staring out the window at nothing in particular. The flight back to our home country feels like being stuffed in a casket and tossed over the ocean. Zane sits right by me, his knuckles white against the cover of a book.He’s trying to act nonchalant. To hide the protective energy radiating off him. I’m not falling for it. Beside him, Kiki glares at me spitefully. Her gaze is frozen on the side of my face. I ignore them both, spending hours watching the sun fade into a bruised sunset.I deliberately left Sandy and Jamie in the dark about my arrival. I shouldn't expect a welcome party. They can barely keep up with tasks as it is.Still, I imagine the smell of Jamie’s pasta. The sound of Sandy’s high-pitched laughter as I walk through the front door. I need a reminder. Stella was never a simp. A billionaire with red eyes wasn't going to change that."We’re here,", Zane says in a low tone, snapping me out of my void of thoughts.He’s already dro
365 Days Of Pleasure: Please Me! Rebooting Life
STELLA The morning sun burns against my eyelids, but sleep remains farther away from me. I had spent the entire night tracing the cracks in the ceiling, listening to the echo of Luca’s voice. A distraction is what he calls me. That was all I was to him. I couldn’t help but notice how he hadn't even blinked when he tore my world apart. My skin still hums from the heat of our last kiss, but his words now act like ice, freezing any warmth left in my chest. I move through the bedroom, slumped and exhausted to even exist. My feet feel heavy, dragging across the plush carpet as I pull my suitcase from the closet. I reach for a floral dress, the one I wore on one of those nights he actually looked at me. A sharp pain tugs at my heart and immediately, tears are drawn into my eyes. But I won’t let the tears fall. It’ll only prove Luca right. I simply fold the fabric, smooth out the wrinkles, and tuck it away. With every shirt and skirt I tuck away, a memory of a man who no longer
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