MasukCarly It was to enjoy the moment. Just to make me happy, having sex, spending time with Arthur, letting him care for me.Everything was going as planned. Don’t fall for him, don’t be fooled by everything. That’s what I have told myself. But, what I had failed to do was control my heart. I have failed to control him from slipping into my heart. I’ve failed because I knew my heart would never forget Arthur, just like my body never did. And visiting his mom has proven just how much I liked Arthur.No.How much I love him. Yes, I was in love with Arthur. That was the only explanation for how I was feeling over not enjoying his presence since we came back. Forcing myself not to smile at his silly approach, or moan at the taste of his food. Forcing myself to sleep alone after getting used to being in his room. It was a torment I never saw coming, a heart-wrenching torment. And now, as I look at his text messages which sounded goofy as usual, I debated on what to do. It won’t go back t
Arthur Something has shifted. I’ve noticed this after we visited mother. No, it was from the moment that I stepped inside the living room after receiving a call from James. Carly’s gaze has been different as she stared at me. But I couldn’t figure out, the reason why she looked that way. I had canceled it, thinking it was nothing. Had kissed my doubt away in my room, before we slept, she had let me cuddle her yet it felt something was different. I had thought Mom had said something to her so I asked Mom about her. As expected she liked her, they both shared a hug before we left. Then we got home, a few hours later, Carly wanted to go back to her room. I tried speaking to her, but she gave me little to no reason, and she won’t be persuaded At first, I’d wrapped it in lies of wanting to watch over her height so I followed her, but then, she was convinced she was fine, her stare dead, no feelings entwined. And for two days, we’ve lived that way. Though she acted fine, even with h
Carly Her hands were wide open and I didn't realise when I moved away from Arthur’s hand to her embrace. It was just like I remembered. Soft, comforting. The gentle tap on my shoulder, then the promise. “How little the world is.” I moved out of her Embrace at her words. I never thought I would meet her again one day. I had lived just as I promised so that she could live. I had feared that I would be hunted down if I took my life. At one point, I’d feared for the son. I turned to Arthur. His eyes locked on mine, his gaze confused. How ironic that I wanted to end everything, with him being my last push, but then I met his mother, giving me another reason to live. “I’ll leave to prepare tea,” Mrs MaryJane spoke, her voice breaking the silence of the room. She left. “No matter how I think about it, I don't think it's possible for you both to have known each other.” Arthur moved towards the couch, he sat down, his eyes on us. “Oh, you won’t know. Five years ago
Flashback five years ago. CarlyThe hospital cover dragged over the floor as I walked lifelessly along the side of the bridge. Cars move speedily, loud noise, voices hovering in my ears. My feet met with something that could be a stone, sharp, but I felt no pain as I looked down at the sharp edge of the stone, my toenails bloody.I stepped over the stone. I could feel blood flowing from my hand, where I had pulled out the IV to escape the hospital. It was seasonal, light balls flashing green and red. A season of celebration, something that I have always loved, yet never celebrated.Die.Die.Die.You are worthless, nobody wants you. No one. Sharp pain shot through my skull. My head banged, throbbing painfully. I screamed, holding my head, my heart beating faster, wanting to explode. The voice won’t stop. I slapped both my ears with my hands over and over again. Anything to keep the voices away, yet nothing. Instead, it grew louder each time I covered my ears. “You have lost the
CarlyIt has been three days since the function. Three days since I was fucked senselessly against the car. Fucked with everything, his fingers, mouth, and then his cock. It is remarkable how Arthur never seems to get tired. Even after taking me over and over again, spending the night being buried in me, yet I would wake up either with his cock at my entrance or his mouth wrapped around my nipple, and sometimes, it gets worse than that. Though I won’t complain about this, it was hard getting used to his stamina. “How do you feel about meeting my mother?” Arthur asked, with his fingers drawing circles on my bare thigh over the blue gown he had picked for me. Well, I’ve noticed he liked dressing me up, so I’d let him pick what to wear, not like I could stop him anyway. We were out of the state to meet his mom. A few minutes ago, we had disembarked from his private jet, entering a private car that his company had arranged for our arrival. When Arthur had plans to meet his mother thi
Arthur Carly has always been beautiful. But in bed, she was ethereal. Round ass, long legs, the sweetest pussy, firm and perky breasts. It wasn’t big yet not small. But perfect, just like my sweet Carly. She doesn't hesitate to follow my command as she climbs the chair, her back facing me as she goes on her knees, her hands placed on the chair. The sight of her pussy bared, her juice staining the white panties sent a wave to my already hard dick, tightened, wanting to be released. But I needed to be patient. It wasn't always about having sex with Carly, it was about devouring her slowly, tasting every inch of her sweetness while she fell apart in my arms. Something I don't do with my past sex partners. It was always about pushing my cock into them with a fast need to release, rather than caring about how they feel. “Do you know how you look right now, Carly?” I asked, turning fully towards her, my eyes fixed on her pussy. “No,” Her voice shivered, just as I like it. It means she







