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6.1-Strangers
Demona MaxwellAnother big tip from the lovely Miss Justine. Do you think she is trying to get Lola's attention? Please leave me your theories in the comments. Also, what do you think of Mia? Every girl needs an awesome BFF.
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Lola We stopped off at our regular coffee shop to catch up. Cafe du Coin is a quaint restaurant with a French theme that serves fancy brews, teas, and pastries. We love the food and service here. Plus, the pecan shortbreads and cocoa are to die for. Making me happy she was available to drive me home today. I sit across from Mia at the cast iron table, watching as she undoes her braided blonde hair. Shaking out her head, Mia looks gorgeous as the light catches her hazel eyes. It makes me jealous that she has such a natural beauty. Mia’s smile spreads across her face as she orders our usuals when the waiter approaches. He gives us a wink telling us to enjoy ourselves and placing our cocoa and treat on the table. I excitedly grab mine right away and start to dig in. “Damn, these cookies are the best,” I moan, dunking it repeatedly. The sweetness on my lips is sinful as the pillowy wafer dissolves in my mouth. The chocolate pecan goodness makes it almost orgasmic as I wiggle in my sea
Anything For Lola 7.1-Discussions
Justine-On the afternoon of Saturday the 24th I have had a decently busy day, and I’m always hungry. But the low rumble in my stomach is nothing compared to the need to get out of here. My mind is racing to see a certain special someone. “Lunch at Toby’s again?” Damien asks after my fourth meeting. “Yes, please, I have a craving,” I grin. I’m thinking more about Lola and not the food. It’s not often I daydream, but her eyes have haunted me since yesterday. My lunches at the diner are more enjoyable with Lola in the view, not because of her looks but her smile. How had I not noticed her before? “Are you getting a chocolate chip cookie again? That was good,” Damien gives me a knowing look. “If the mood arises,” I say coyly. “What would you like to eat? And I’ll order it for you.” I’m trying not to sound too obvious; I want to be alone again. But I also hate excluding Damien. He’s better company than most and makes my meals fun. “I’ll eat whatever you bring me,” Damien replies smo
Anything For Lola 7.2-Discussions
Justine We arrive back at the office in time for several more boring meetings. To my surprise, during a hiatus, I got a call. Answering, I hear Lola stammer pretending it’s a misdial, and hanging up. She sounded nervous; it was cute. I did hope she would call. I tell Damien to reverse-dial her, and he smirks at me. I can’t explain, and he doesn’t press. My next meeting begins the moment he steps out of the room. The minutes seem agonizingly long waiting for him. When he returned to me glum, I was saddened that I might have scared her off, which is the opposite of what I wanted to do. My mind’s torn the rest of the day, emotionally kicking myself for being stupid. I hope this doesn’t make things awkward at the diner. I can’t dwell as my dull afternoon continues to drag on. Damien is patient, even ordering our dinner, as usual. I end the last meeting when I smell the mouthwatering food, and everyone goes home happy to get off early. Being my firm, Damien and I are usually the last to
Anything For Lola 8.1-Promises
Lola-On the evening of Saturday, the 24th. I curl up on the sofa under a plush blanket to pass the time with a book until I have to make dinner. This story keeps taking me through a whirlwind of emotions. I blink through four chapters, and before I know it, it’s seven o’clock. At this rate, I might finish it before the weekend. There’s a soft knock as I fold the blanket placing it over the back of the couch. I opened the door to a smiling Nathan, and I didn’t expect it. He’s in better spirits than most days after getting off work, and I’m grateful. But I’m more impressed that he doesn’t reek that strongly of alcohol as he hugs me. “I missed you,” I say to gauge his reaction. “Me too, babe,” he says, getting comfortable. “Did you get your truck fixed?” I ask while hanging his things. “What are you talking about?” he asks, running a hand through his hair after removing his hat. “Last night, you broke down. It’s why you couldn’t come over,” I clarify. “Yep, it’s fixed, but enough
Anything For Lola 8.2-Promises
Lola It’s always hot and cold with this man. One minute I’m afraid of who’s walking through the door. Other times I get this mildly caring boyfriend that he should be. Nathan watches from the doorway while I peel out of my clothes getting into bed. He then strips and crawls next to me, as he likes being the big spoon. “Damn, babe, your ass fits perfectly against me. Not too tired, I hope,” he moans, squeezing my thigh with need. “You sure know how to sweet talk a girl,” I said bashfully. Turning to look over my shoulder, he kisses me. He smells of beer, but at least it isn’t too heavy. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths, and I don’t mind the taste as it is not too horrible tonight. “Want me to help put you to sleep,” he asks after pulling his lips away. Rubbing himself against me, his cock is getting stiff with pleasure. Even my nipples are hard, responding to his temptations. “That wakes me and puts you to sleep,” I tease. “But I need it. Come on, let’s have some fun,” N
Anything For Lola 9.1-Gifts
Lola - On Sunday, the 25th In the morning, I sleepily head for the shower alone. The hot water hits my skin, waking my mind. I soak my hair, remembering last night’s sexcapade, and get gloomy again. My stomach drops to the floor, worrying about being pregnant. I hold back my anxiety, hearing the door open. “Morning,” Nathan says, entering the tub. “Sorry if I woke you,” I stammer to keep him from reading my mind. “I like waking up to you like this,” he says in my ear seductively. Nathan massages my shoulders and kisses me under the water. He then takes my soapy loofa and slowly washes my body. To my surprise, he keeps his bits to himself, only occasionally moaning. I know, in his way, he is trying to apologize, but I also know he’s hoping for morning lovemaking. Given how our more recent encounters went, I would prefer to wait until after this incident concludes to have sex again. He hands me the loofa breaking my thoughts. I accept it, returning the favor by scrubbing his body.
Anything For Lola 9.2-Gifts
Lola Why get my hopes up? Last date night, Nathan made me cry at an expensive restaurant. They asked us to leave, and he got even more upset. Moody as usual and drunk, of course, taking it out on me. Sex that night wasn’t on the menu as we argued back home. He managed to convince me anyway, which was horrible. Shaking that too out of my mind, I chose my outfit for tomorrow. If I wear something nice, it will be a good night. Is it too much to ask for a dinner I don’t have to cook or have a date where he doesn’t get drunk? I take a bath to relax for once. I can’t remember the last time I had a long soak and read. It’s one of my favorite things, but I’m constantly interrupted or unable to do this peacefully. I finished an excellent steamy chapter and am now ready to unwind. I close my eyes, comforted by the heat; it feels good on my skin. I’m always tense these days, but what helps is self-stimulation. I grin, picturing my novel’s sexy main character, but it slowly morphs into a soft
Anything For Lola 10.1-Voices
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