DIAMOND HART

At the click of her black Jimmy Choo's Lance heels on the office white tiles, heads began to turn and people began to trace their way to their offices and cubicles in fear. Starr Hart cat-walked in her wine button up bodycon gown, swaying her hips in the most perfect manner as her thick brown curls bounced here and there above her hips. She acted like she wasn't noticing anything, but at the same time was noticing everything. She held her Chanel handbag low as she stepped into the glass lift, tapping away on her phone with her right hand as she absent-mindedly pressed the '12’ button with her right index finger. She began to scroll through her emails, in case of any important or interesting news or business. But, there was nothing new there that could interest her, same old fan emails and business emails she had no pleasure in. She looked up from her phone as she switched it off lazily. Fortunately, she had gotten to the 12th floor.  The very instant she stepped in, eve

"You my dear friend, need to step out of this house," Magnus said to Starr. Magnus was the only person who Starr sometimes spent time with or talked about personal or mundane things with. Magnus had been there with her through thick and thin, through unexpected hits and decisions. He was the only one who was there, when she made her vow. It seemed like he was the only one who understood and got her. He knew when to leave her alone, bug her, tell her the truth, and mince his words. So, she hardly had issues with him and did often enjoy his company. "No, thank you," she told him shortly, switching between TV stations. She had been doing that for quite some time, she couldn't decide what she wanted to watch, all didn't seem to interest her. Magnus sighed, throwing his hands up. "You are such a huge buzz kill, you kill your own fire," he complained, earning no reply from Starr as she kept on switching from station to station. It was a Friday night, the perfect time to go out with frien

MATURE WARNING!  After slipping out of her heels and into a flip flop, turning on the TV and ensuring Chris got comfortable, Starr made her way to the kitchen to mak

Christopher Chariton!  Starr froze as the name rang. &n

MATURE WARNING!    Starr was wrapped up by Chris' clad body, pressed up against  him firmly. His hands cupping both her breast, their legs intertwined, on the couch. It was like that very couch, that become their bed and fuck zone. Still coming from her high walls, Starr could still feel Chris' erection bulge on her unclad butt. He had done nothing about it, and had simply cuddled her instead. From how much he cuddled her, she could tell he loved cuddles. It was like something, he never wanted to miss out on.  They both hadn't said anything to each other, listening to each other's breath. It had been almost forever since Starr had had to pillow talk, that she could barely remember how it went. So, she enjoyed Chris' warmth and listened to his patient breath.  Starr's mind began to wander. She had simply wanted to live in the moment and not over think things, but her insecurities began to slip