This feels so good, I thought as the hand stroking my cock increased the pace a little bit, I was about to cum, I did not know whose hand it was but I knew that it felt so fucking good, until the hand stopped and I opened my eyes. I looked to my side while groaning in frustration.Only for me to see Alessia, lips parted a little bit, her hair was everywhere and her eyes were closed. She was sleeping and the little cute snores coming out of her mouth was not that audible. Then I looked down at my cock, and it was rock hard and bulging with veins, I groaned and fell back on the bed. Her hands were above my cock, was she giving me a handjob in her sleep? The thought of it alone, make my cock tremble.Left to me, I would have my way with her right now but I know she must be very tired so I decided to take a cold shower to ease myself. Carefully, I removed her hand from my body and stood up. I looked back at her and my eyes caught her breasts, It was spilling out from the duvet that cov
I woke up from the most peaceful sleep that I’ve had in a while, I stretched and the memories of everything that happened last night flooded my mind.I freezed. I shouldn't have taken that alcohol. I just fucked a man that is holding me against my will.Thinking about it now, a grin slid up my lips at the thought of how he fucked me so well yesterday. The image of the way he ate me out also popped into my head and I could not help but squeeze my thighs together. I was starting to feel like I wanted to have another round but I was sore from yesterday. We went at it for hours.. When I rode him, it felt so good and it’s something that I wanted to try out again surely.Alessia! My inner voice called out my name and I groaned. A grabbed a pillow and screamed into it to muffle the sound,it's not my fault he was so good yesterday.I looked around his room, admiring the dark interiors. I liked the way it was designed. It gave off a cryptic and mysterious vibe.It then dawned on me that I w
It was not Dante.It was not the monster that I gave my virginity to yesterday that walked in. But I was so pissed, it was his mother and I could not help but yell at her.“Where’s that monster? Where is he? Tell him I want to leave this godforsaken place right now.” I screamed and she reared back in shock.I was even scared of myself right now, I was scared and terrified of everything that is related to Dante. I just wanted to go home and pretend like none of these things happened. She shouldn't have walked in, it should have been him.“What’s going on my dear?” She asked calmly, as she headed towards the table to drop the tray of food that was in her hands. She must have come up here to serve me breakfast.Such a fucking bad timing! Or is she in on it too? Does she know what her son does to young girls? I am sure she does and they are planning on doing the same to me. She dropped it and walked towards me and I moved back.“Do not come near me, do not fucking touch me. Your son is
I felt like a shell of myself. I did not have a core anymore.. I was disappointed in myself for allowing Dante to use me and I was mad that Dante did not feel anything I did for him. Cause if he felt something for me, he would not have sounded so cold and harsh towards me.I just felt weak as I walked down the stairs leading out of Dante’s house. When I got to the last step, I paused and rested my hand on the railing, trying to gain balance and steady myself. I wanted to scream, to yell out at the injustice of it all. I never wanted any of this, I never wanted to witness the murder and I definitely didn't ask to get tangled up with Dante and loose my uncle.At the bottom of the stairs, I got a good look at the kitchen, I saw Gabriella, she sat at the table with her shoulders slumped and her brows creased with worry. She looked so weak, I couldn't help but feel guilty. I remembered how I screamed at her and she still did not make me feel bad about it. Looking at her now, it was like
I could not feel my body, most of all I could not feel my legs. I just kept walking and walking. I wasn't even aware of my surrounding, I was so lost in thought. When it got to a point, I collapsed by the roadside because I was exhausted and finally paid attention to my surroundings in hope that I might find a cab.I could find one in such a secluded area so u had to walk some distance, Soon enough, I managed to flag one down, I barely said anything but I told the driver where to drop me. I made myself comfortable in the back seat and i couldn't help but think about the fact that Dante could have explained and try to justify himself because a part of me did not want to believe everything I saw.My naive self still believed that he was a good man and he would tell me what was going on. But I was disappointed once again when he came back and began yelling at me, that only proves that he did all those cruel things.I was so stupid, so fucking stupid. I could have just tried to not fall
Today has been a bad day.I could not concentrate on anything and nothing fruitful came out of today. Marco was suspicious, he was probably wondering what my problem was but I could not even tell him anything because I did not want to admit what was wrong to myself and definitely not anyone else. It was not supposed to affect me this much. It was just a mistake and it had ended. The fact that it bothered me alone made me worried. The words she said to me kept replaying in my head over and over again, the words were so fucking brutal that every time I thought about it I always felt a pang in my chest, it was not supposed to be like this. She consumed me, my whole body, everything that was left of myself she took it with her and now there was nothing left cause all I wanted to do was just get another opportunity to sleep in her arms. To have her again,b maybe that would sate the burning hunger that was inside me. Maybe it would quench the need that consumed me. The way I was feel
My feelings for Dante and the way I thought about him frequently have gotten worse since I left his house. To think that I actually thought I would forget about him and move on.I have not been myself and that was a problem for both myself and my uncle. Uncle was getting too curious about where I had been to and wanted to know what was wrong with me, he would frequently ask me why I don't want to talk about it but I just don't want to revisit all that. I don't want to revisit the way I felt when I saw those pictures and I don't want to revisit the way I felt when he told me to leave either. Although I was the one that decided that it was best to leave but then, he should not have agreed so easily and told me to get out.I felt hurt and everything I experienced with him still felt surreal. My uncle has been feeling better, he looked better even, I realized that the name of the maid was Bonnie. And she has been taking good care of uncle since she has been here which I was grateful f
Raindrops tapped gently on the bookstore's windows, creating a smoothing rhythm that echoed through the cozy aisles and the distant rumble of thunder creating an eerie ambiance as I closed up the quaint bookstore.It was an ordinary night, much like any other. I had spent my day sorting through new books and helping the few customers that frequently visited the bookstore to pick out new books and replace old ones.It was pretty much the usual daily routine, except that the white furry cat that usually came around to keep me company didn't show up, which is very unusual, at least not since I started feeding it.I grabbed the paperbag that contained my leftover lunch which I had kept specifically for the cat. I stepped outside and gazed out at the city of Verona.Nothing much happens around here except for the usual tourist dramas. I pulled my coat tightly around me and stepped into the rain. I had forgotten my umbrella at home, so I would have to walk home like that. After all, it was