If it's too much for him to do it, fine. I'll do it myself. The vibrator that we bought at the beginning of the year is still in the box. I bring it out from my closet, finally putting it to use tonight. I know he's going to come home late again tonight, just like he's been for the past four nights, probably wanting to avoid me but tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, you're fucking trapped with me! I will make you talk, hell you'll even sing to me after all these plans are enacted. Like a crazy ex who’s trying to get back together with the ex, I've listed all possible things I can do from seduction to a simple home-cooked dinner on the table. But first, let's scratch the itch. I lie in his bed to smell him again, wanting to get the mood for my solo performance. I've never done this but how hard can it be? Just shove it in like he's been doing me since the past five months. Or haven't been since the past three weeks. Mhmmmm it smells heaven and sin at the same time. His dark gr
[ Mom, I'm not coming today. I think I catch a cold. ]I send the text message and close my eyes, wanting to feel nothing. I don't have cold, I'm fine and healthy but I figured Mom would notice that I walk a little bit weird so it's better to just stay at home. I send the same thing to Christian, cancelling our date tonight. I don't feel like talking to anyone, I just want to sleep and be on my own. Last night I cried some more in the shower after being kicked out of his bathroom. I cried a little bit in bed before finally drifting to sleep through the sadness, and now that I'm awake I feel empty. Hollow.Should I go and say sorry to him? The way I should have when I shouted at him three weeks ago, not because of yesterday's event. But it's not entirely my fault! He should say sorry too. He was at fault too! Yeah maybe I shouted at him but he started all these. He ignored me, he made me late, he treated me as if I'm invisible, he-It's all he, perhaps, urgh. Perhaps I'm indeed
Christopher's POV 👱🏻She thought I love her like a best friend. I was, until I started fucking her. Then it becomes addictive, and I got confused if this is the love for fucking, the love for a best friend, or the soulmate kind of love. Those three weeks apart had solved the confusion. I love her like I love all three; I love fucking her, I love her as a best friend, and I love how we fit like a puzzle. Perhaps she's the soulmate I've been searching for. But she doesn't see me that way. It takes so much courage for me to say those three words. She did say it back but I know she only meant it as best friends. "I'm still dating Christian." She tells me when we're lying on the bed, watching another episode of Friends. "How long has it been?" "Three weeks. Our first date was when he picked me up at Mom's." How could I forget, the same day she ditched me and made me so mad for having to search her the entire house, then waited for two fucking hours thinking she went out for groc
Fuck, I will never agree to anything he says after this, not until I know what it’s about. I definitely learn my lesson, urghhh this is so uncomfortable. "Baby, are you okay?" Christian's voice shoos him out of my mind, as I fake a smile. "Yeah." I might shoo him out of my mind but his doing is consuming me so much right now. Fuck you Toffer. I'll definitely make you pay for this. "Are you sure, Baby? You look like you're struggling." Yes I am struggling right now, but I can't admit that. I can't tell him what's going on. I can't tell my roommate put a butt plug in me. Fuck you Toff urghh!"I don't feel too good." There's an absolute truth to that. I feel so horny even though Toffer has done a number to me this morning; this butt plug is pushing all the wrong nerves making me leak a bit. Thank God I'm wearing a knee length dress instead of a pair of pants. I'd be embarrassed with a wet patch on the crotch. "Do you want to go home?" He seems disappointed, for the fact we've only
"Since you've been dating Christian for more than a month," Mom begins when we are preparing food in the kitchen, "invite him for Thanksgiving next week." "What?" I didn't see that coming. "We want to meet him." "You guys HAVE met him. And no, it's not more than a month, it's only been three weeks Mom." "Oh come on, by the rate you guys are going out all the time I feel like he's been your boyfriend since a month ago." "He's not my boyfrienddddd." Urgh. And then I was met with a smirk by Toffer, who has been forcing me to call him my boyfriend. I don't know what's wrong with my best friend, or what has gotten into him, but he's been so kinky these days. I can't believe I am actually okay doing those kinky stuff with him. Urgh, I don't even know who I am anymore. It's like he has a magic spell over me with his dick. "He will be your boyfriend then. Maybe this Thanksgiving dinner is all you need to push him a bit." I can't do this anymore, so I stop peeling the carrot and put
"Are you okay, Nina?" Grandma asks when I move to the kitchen to get the dessert. It's Thanksgiving today and Christian is at the dining table, sitting right next to me facing the feast and my entire family, and of course Toffer too. It's a big day for me, officially introducing Christian to my family. "Yeah, why?" "You're walking weird." "Oh," shit, "I fell last night." "On a cock?" Her question already made my face burn but Mom's laugh is like adding oil to the fire. I turn around to find Toffer next to her, carrying dirty plates to the sink area. "That's a good one, Mom." She compliments her mother who is still watching me. "How big are we talking?" Oh my God, she's not letting this go."Mom, it's not the size. It's the move that-" Mom is just like May. "Nahh, I've had my fair share of cock during my time. This is the hulk we're talking about." Again, Mom is laughing hysterically as Toffer is trying hard not to laugh. They are both putting plates into the dishwasher whil
It's still dark when I woke up. I remember I passed out just after 2 because he put a reminder for when 12 o'clock strikes, Alexa would announce that we've reached the end of our arrangement. Though we didn't stop until he came in me for what should be the final cum. We cleaned up then slept in his bed and that's how I passed out the moment my head hit the pillow; I was so exhausted. So I don't know why the hell am I awake now, it doesn't look like morning yet. Heck, it's winter of course it's still dark. But I don't think it's 6.30 am already since his alarm hasn't blared in our ears. I turn to the man beside me who's doing an orchestra with his wide opened mouth. He sure sleeps funny that I giggle like an idiot in the dark right now. I wonder how his lips taste like. Is it soft like Christian's? Or flaky like Max, my ex? Hard musle-ly lips like Josh? Uhmmm I've had my fair share of lips but I still wonder what his tastes like. Removing the fluffy cat that's separating us, I br
"I'm spending Christmas with Christian this year." I let him know when he's on his way to his room. We haven't talked much since three weeks ago, when the whole kissing thing happened. He's been busy with work, I'be been busy with work too, and we rarely spend the weekend together anymore now that I'm dating Christian. Either I'm out with my boyfriend or I'm staying at his place the entire weekend. I don't think he's avoiding me because he's always busy in December, and I'm also not avoiding him because I really need to finish my work assignments before the holidays since people normally take leaves until the first week of January. So yeah, we're just uhm, busy. "I'm leaving tomorrow." That's when he finally turns around, a little bit surprised. "We're celebrating Christmas in Paris." I let him know since he might be wondering; Christmas is in six days. "Okay," he nods, "Have a good one. Merry Christmas, Nina." And a smile appears on his face, what seemed like a forced one. "I