LUKAShe was here with him again. I'm sure she doesn't even know anybody here. He was drawing her cheeks, stretching it into a playful smile. When did they become Bonnie and Clyde? She was wearing a dress too. A body con sleeveless black piece that was the most revealing thing I've ever seen her in. It had a v neck cut that hinted a little bit of her cleavage just not too much and stopped mid thigh. She had lipstick on too. Her lips were done in bloody red that drew so much attention to her lips and her curly hair was ironed straight falling all the way to the middle of her back. Like clockwork I could feel the growing bulge in my pants just by staring at her. How did she do it? Get me turned on without even touching me? She only had to be in the same vicinity as me and my body was on fire. Over the past two weeks of staying away from her, I've come to admit that I like talking to her and sleeping beside her in her bed. I liked when she sends me her stupid GIFs and the seeing th
BELLAI watched as he began to choke on his pizza at my question and I passed him a bottle of water which he collected with thanks. The buzz of the alcohol I had is still in my system but I need to hear his answer. Is he sexually attracted to me? Maya had asked me if I've ever given Luka a handjob or a blow job with her tone dripping with sarcasm and a sinister smile as if she had a card over me. She knew what it was to please him and I didn't. "Yes." His answer was simple but I dont know why I was finding it difficult to believe him. He had been with lots of people and had experience, someone to compare me with but I had no one. "You shouldn't believe what she said, it was out of spite and jealousy. " I scoffed as the memory of his face buried underneath her skirt hit me but Luka wasn't having it as he went on to explain himself. "You know, I've told you before but let me tell you again. All you have to do is smile and be close to me for me to feel like my crotch is about to ex
BELLALuka tucked himself back into his briefs and I watched his dark orbs take me in, semi naked with my swollen lips. In his eyes I see nothing but wicked intentions in them and I want him to act on them badly. I rubbed my legs together trying to do something about how wet and sticky my pants are right now. Luka's eyes were half closed and he seemed even more domineering. He slammed me to him my naked breast pressing against his chest and his hot member poking against the skin of my bellyLuka's kisses were rough and hard. I might have been in control a while ago, but he was letting me know who was in control now. His hands are also more demanding. Seeking a path along my exposed skin, from the skin of my neck to fondle my breast. When he rolled my nipples between his fingers and lapped his tongue on it, my eyes rolled back into my skull in pure delight. I can't help but moan while arching my back to give him more room. His ministrations on my right nipple was also delivered to my
LUKAYou meet someone and you begin to convince yourself that maybe it's possible what they feel for you is genuine. Last night, she was the one that pulled away first. When we both had an orgasm and all I wanted to do was draw her close to me. It was the first time in my life I really wanted to cuddle someone and not pull away right after but she beat me to it. Then the drive back home, even though I knew she was going to regret it after, I still wanted it. I wanted it so much that even though it was the most sloppy head I've had, it was still the best. Then I saw that notification. It was the confirmation that today was really her birthday and it just made everything feel like a lie. She was not Bella, she was Samantha. She was going to move to Canada. If I didn't even know her real name, how am I supposed to trust her love? Here am I in my car, sitting with her jewelry with my trouser wet with sperm, her perfume lingering on my skin and her taste still in my mouth. Here I a
BELLA3 years ago. "Tell us what you saw, Samantha?" The room they brought me into was cold and empty. It had only a table with two chairs facing each other and a tripod stand for a camera by the side of it, with a GX Samsung Camera mounted on it. On the table was a glass of water and a dictaphone. I could feel my mom's warmth from her shoulder that was wrapped around me and it was the only sense of comfort. It was the only thing that was keeping me sane. "I didn't see anything." I lied, my fingers shaking on my laps. Even a child could see through my lie talk less of the stoic detective and policeman opposite us. One of them was wearing the blue and silver police uniform while the other was in casual everyday wear; A shirt and jacket with jeans . "We are going to keep you safe," the dectctive who came to our house last night spoke again, leaning forward and stretching his hands on the table to pick the dictaphone and pressed record., "Okay Samantha, let's start from the begining.
BELLAPresent Day. I struggled to open my eyes to the darkness, slowly gaining back my consciousness. I couldn't see or move my arms or even scream. I tried to move around but my feet and arms were all bound up and I had little or no space to wiggle about. I tried screaming but the rag tied over my mouth only muffled it. The air from inside the trunk was mouldy and stale, and barely enough. For someone who really hates the dark it was suffocating me. He injected me with something after we drove out of school, and I was mostly asleep tucked in front through out the ride. But then I came to consciousness when we entered a dirt patch road. It was then he hit me in the head and stored me in the truck of his car. Silent tears rolled out of my eyes as I struggled again only to end up hitting my head hard again. The pain magnified the full throb from his earlier blow. This was it. Like Audrey, this was my turn to die. How could they let him out after what he did to her? Now he has th
LUKADo you believe in superstition? God? Or the man made belief that we could predict the future or know when something is wrong in the present? Some call it gut instinct. You know that feeling you get when something bad wants to happen, a premonition for either good or bad, mostly bad. That anxious nagging feeling that never goes away even when you ignore it, and will probably cost you when you successfully do. Something was wrong. I can feel it deep in my bones. The cold metal feeling of the necklace that I returned recently and has somehow found its way back to my possession didn't feel so comforting as it used to. Why did she drop it in the car park and who was the man she left with? She didn't even turn to look at me, so I didn't get a glimpse of either him or her, but the way he gripped her shoulder, there was something off about it. At first I went back to class and ignored the fact that she just left school premises with him but she didn't come back till the day ended, s
LUKA"You can't go in there, he is in a meeting," the flustered secretary ran after me trying hard to stop me but didn't catch up to me. I opened the door with a loud bang not bothering to knock. True to her words,my father was seated behind his huge glass top table at an online meeting. He raised his head to stare at me and pursed his lips in disappointment, but didn't say anything to me until he excused himself from the meeting. It's been a day. A whole day now that Bella has been missing.She was all alone and hurting somewhere and it was driving me crazy. This was partly my fault. I asked her to meet on the field and then I left her there. I should have made sure she didn't just leave with a stranger in the middle of school. But like a fool, I convinced myself that I didn't care anymore about what she did or was going to and look at where it led me to now. It took losing her like this for me to finally admit to myself that I can't live with her. We filed a complaint at the p