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DIRTY DESIRES CHAOTIC MORNING
THE NEXT DAY...Sumire wakes up in the unfamiliar room. Eyes barely open, she firmly closed her eyes when a streak of pain crawled in her head. She woke up with a raging, terrible hangover. Sumire rose from the bed, yawned, and stretched every muscle of her body. She scan the place and she could tell, she was in a master suite. The suite exudes elegance and ostentatiousness. She noticed the brilliant combination of dark and bright textures which, in fact, the touch of luxury defined the overall interior design in the bedroom suite, creating such an elegant modern atmosphere. She was sleeping in a massive master bedroom. "Where am I?" Sumire asked herself and got out of bed, barefooted. She looked at herself in a human-size mirror and was shocked to see herself in a white large size long sleeve that reached to her knees. She peeks inside and found out she wore a fitted boxer short that hugged her well-rounded buttocks."Who the hell dresses me?" Sumire frowned. When she saw her phone
DIRTY DESIRES SHE'S BACK
That very morning, a call from Sam disrupted Eiryss' day as the maiden failed to get home after the small party they have at the Coittè resto-bar. Eiryss bombarded the team’s Head Director with multiple calls.The Head Director went to the KCA building early in the morning. Eiryss' presence was already in the place who had arrived at the building earlier than him. The two of them are currently in an emergency meeting room while waiting for the production team that was with them last night at the resto-bar.The Head Director made an emergency call to the team as Eiryss wouldn't stop calling and whining at him. His morning was disturbed by the manager's call. He was in the middle of an intense hangover when he arrived at the KCA building."For god's sake Eiryss, Sumire is old enough to be missing," the Head Director told the manager as his gaze followed Eiryss striding in the room to and fro."But she didn't answer my call and she also didn't go home. Sam also looked for her at possible
DIRTY DESIRES PERFECT HEIR
After less than an hour of driving, Mort arrives at the well-known CION brothel. His strides were big as he sauntered towards the exclusive black elevator. He boarded inside and it takes him to the Underground Zero of the brothel.When the elevator ting open, the dim place where numbers of men in black lined up in the hallway opened up to him. Heads respectfully bowed to him as he walked the red-carpeted marble floor.Scarlet lights lit the place. Magnificent abstract, dark and disturbing art could be seen hanging on the wall. The long hallway covered in red carpet denotes stratospheric status, style, and opulence. The place was frozen cold like it was the first gate of Hell, abode of the lost souls. The strange silence was also deafening and echoing around.Mort headed straight to the VIP room where his men is waiting for his command. Klauss greeted him at the entrance and slightly bowed. The green-eyed hunk sat in a kingly posture in a throne-like chair next to the secretary standing
DIRTY DESIRES ARRESTED
Narco boarded in his favorite sports car, Chevrolet Corvette Stingray. Wearing his formal business black tuxedo, he is on his way to the MDA company. When he arrived at the building, Narco was greeted by the firm's employees who came in and out and in the lobby. Hordes of female employees simply glance at him, shrilled gaiety in the corner calling him names and praises, while some of them give him a seductive look. 'I know I'm gorgeously hot and handsome, no need to scream my name out loud, ladies' Narco boasts to himself."Tsk. Women ..."The tanned gorgeous man just gave them a playful smile that made them squeal piercingly in the place. Narco just shooked his head and went straight to the elevator.He was loaded inside the glassed elevator. Narco frequently glance at his expensive watch which was worth almost 15 million. When he reached the top floor, Narco's strides were big as he headed towards the executive room where the 12 shareholders of the company were waiting.Few employe
DIRTY DESIRES HIM & HER
4 PM. The sea greeted them and the half-moon of beach softly. The horizon itself was a thin seam where the canopy of sky and the plane of sea hemmed each other into a line of silver. It was as if they had been welded into an extended splinter of perfection. The beach was drenched in a lightning-gold, dawn haze. The golden sand swept around in a scythe of beach, hemmed in by towering dunes. Far out to sea, rivers of pulsing light saturated the sea with gold. Dazzling, shimmering sunlight makes the sand sparkle like a thousand tiny jewels.The production team is setting up the equipment on the rented exclusive beach out of the Brethren city where the next scene of Sumire and Trevor will take place.While everyone was busy, Sumire emptied her 1-hour break by skimming and scrolling her phone's gallery. She was sexily dressed in an elegant black sleeveless sling vestido backless V neck beach dress. A cold breeze swirls around her sending her hair in all different directions. She was wearing
DIRTY DESIRES FIREWORK FESTIVAL
The city's phenomenal West coastline is an idyllic place to drive where the land meets the sea. The entire route is breathtakingly beautiful, and the picturesque lighthouse that lies ahead brings irresistible charm. The pulsing heart of the sea causes a gentle swell and the waves cascade onto the shore. The palm trees are lined in serried rows and dip their heads in obedience to the sea. Series of streetlights lit the coastal road. The sea’s indefinable beauty reveals a galaxy of otherworldly scents. The pelagic smell of the salty waves lingered on her nostrils.Boarded on his Aston Martin, Mort and Sumire are on their way to Erétria City. They traverse the long coastal road under the Full moon. No vehicles running that night except for them. The cold breeze gently kissed her rosy cheeks and her long midnight dancing in the unseen current.While the hunk man was driving her to the city's famous festival, Sumire was busy exploring Mort's abs feeling the deep narrow lines of his well-def
DIRTY DESIRES DEAD RATS
A cold breeze swept across her face while staring deeply into his orbs of green. Him between her tighs, a number of rockets continue to explode into the night space creating thousands of splendid luminescent green colors behind him matches his eyes. Her gaze traveled down on his adam's apple moving up and down. From his masculine chest down to his well-built abdomen, an orb of sweats rolling and sexily dripped over her. His manly intoxicating aroma lingers in her nostrils made her heart thump. Her eyes went back to his face and admired his exquisite looks, sculpted with perfection. It took almost half a minute before Mort broke their intense gazes."Wear this," Mort ordered as he handed his shirt to her.Sumire's face blushed when she saw herself almost naked. Mort dressed her in his big black t-shirt that almost reached her knee. 'I feel like ... dirty ...' she utters in her mind.Cheeks burning in red, Sumire quickly put on the panty that slid down her left leg. While Mort took the
DIRTY DESIRES AM I REALLY THE MISTRESS?
4:00 AM. From the darkened room only the source of moonlight lit the room, now set on the West horizon, Mort stays awake. The maiden in his arms slept soundly and deeply, now hugging him tightly. His eyes dawned on her perfectly sculpted face. He's been staring at her for hours. Every exquisite detail of her visage was now carved on his mind. He let his arm be her pillow. She snuggles. Lips slightly parted, her face still pressed against his wide chest and there Sumire cutely snoring.Thirty minutes have passed, and Mort decided to get up. Gently and slowly, he removed her arms enwrapped him. She slightly moaned so Mort gave her a pillow to embrace. After he manages to escape the maiden's tight embrace, Mort steals one last glance before closing the bedroom door. Wearing a black boxer with no upper garment, revealing his raw masculine chest, he went to the kitchen counter and started to get busy.Mort prepares a traditional breakfast for the maiden. A delicious art of buttermilk pancak
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