Casanova's Commitment

Francis          The usual bar smell enters my nostrils. Different toxic perfumes smell of different alcohols from people's bodies and a wave of bodies dancing in the club-like music. I've been here multiple times. When I am off from work, no business trips somewhere, no overtime, and no weekend schedule, I always visit the woman who always caught my eyes.            Although I know that she isn’t into someone like me, my admiration toward her would never fade.           I slipped on the barstool, sat down, relaxed and drummed my fingers on the long counter table. She seemed busy preparing for the big show tonight. Her black hair is rolled into her usual tight bun. I wonder how it smelled and feels on my nose. But the woman is probably married. I peek on her fingers. Should I get

Francis I drove carefully since I got someone to accompany me. It's the shortest ride I had ever been in my life and I enjoy every millisecond of it. I can't believe that she's now hugging me from behind, holding on to me tight and I can feel her breathing to me and her chin is over my shoulder.It just felt so damn right. It was outside Global City and I'm glad that there's not much traffic. We got to my house and the gate was open by the night shift security guard. I park it just right in front of the main door. I offered my hand to her as she climbed down. I removed my helmet and kicked the stand of the motorbike. I took the helmet from her and just put it there."Wow, you got a very nice house." She mumbled."Yeah," I grinned. I just hoped that she liked the house. I could give it to her… when we get married. Wait! Why am I even thinking about marriage? It’s so dumb of me to feel so irrationa

NatalieHis tongue wondered inside my mouth and even Bernie can't even do that to me. Just a kiss and makes my ovary drops and my pussy wet and my nipples hard as pebbles. His smell, so good, and the smell of sweet wines that we tasted.I couldn't even think straight that I had sex with this man who growled like an animal as I scream his name, who moves so beautifully and made me wonder about every trust he made and he didn't come until I haven't gotten my fifth orgasm? His long rough fingers, inside my pussy and his tongue on my clit and that fucking fingers are wonderful giving me orgasms as it thrust, it might be little orgasms that I had felt. But in the end, it was so wonderful and mind-blowing. His hot mouth on my nipples moaned as he fingers me down there and expertly rubbed the spot that I never felt I had before. Not even Bernie Caldron can locate it. This man is a God when it comes to sex and pleasuring women and when it comes to charming w

FrancisWhen I get back to my house and take a long bath. I tried to call her, but she wasn't answering. I keep calling and calling and texting her. Maybe she did forget what happened last night. Maybe I didn't make her satisfied last night. But she came a lot. More than three powerful orgasms. I finally jerk off in my bathroom as I watch her touch her clit while I'm pouncing on her.I eat a lot and recall what happened to us here in the kitchen. I call her again and her phone is off. Maybe she's at work. I should visit her. But I'm too tired. Still, I wanted to see her. I drove to the bar and found Robb there. Robb said that she got her day off. I drank only a shot and left.I went to her apartment and it was all close. The lights are off. I called her again, but she wasn't answering. I go back to my house and lay on my bed. It still smells like sex. It still smells like her. I hug the pillow that we use for pounding her and smell like her hair. Damn

NatalieI ignored him and started eating. He checked my empty fridge. I opened the soda can that is still cold and drank it. I keep eating while he is packing. What is he doing? I didn't say anything about moving in with him."I don't want to move in with you," I told him."I won't take no, Talie. You know me." Of course, I know him. I am fully attracted to him and I badly needed sex. When I left and he didn't even show up, I craved his big dick. I am craving for him, even now."Baron," I call his surname that he got from his mother since his father left them. I know that part of his story and he doesn't know what's mine. "I can do that.""No, just eat." After finishing a few boxes, he lay down on the bed. I am also done with eating. He patted the little space. "Let me see your belly." I climbed up to the bed and lay beside him. Maybe he wasn't bad at all. As I know Francis, he always takes responsibility for what he h