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2026-04-03 17:11:20
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DaisyThe rain hadn’t stopped; if anything, it sounded louder now, like the sky was trying to drown out whatever stupid thing we were about to do next.Norman’s forehead stayed pressed to mine for a long beat, our breaths mingling—hot, uneven, tasting of sex and whisky and bad decisions. His cock in his pants was still rock-hard against my thigh, slick from my come and his own stained pre-cum, twitching every time my hips shifted even a fraction.I should have pushed him away. Should have said the words again: We’re exes. This is over. But my body wasn’t listening. My nipples were tight peaks scraping against his chest hair, my clit throbbing in time with my heart beat, and the deep, empty ache inside me was screaming for more.He didn’t rush. Instead, his hands slid up my sides slowly and, gently, his fingers catching the thin straps of my dress that had somehow stayed on through everything. He hooked them with his thumbs and dragged them down my shoulders, exposing my breasts inch b
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DaisyThe rain was still falling hard when we stumbled out of the club.We didn’t speak the entire ride back to his place. The Uber driver kept glancing at us in the rearview mirror, but we didn’t care. My hand was on his thigh the whole time, fingers digging into the muscle through his pants. His hand rested high on my bare leg, his thumb stroking slow, dangerous circles under the hem of my short black dress. Every touch sent heat racing straight between my legs.The second the front door closed behind us, he had me against it.His mouth crashed into mine like he’d been starving for months. The kiss was messy and desperate, tongues sliding hot and deep. I tasted the whisky he’d been drinking all night — dark, smoky, intoxicating. He tasted like sin. My fingers twisted into his shirt as I pulled him closer, moaning softly into his mouth when he pressed his body flush against mine. I could already feel how hard he was, thick and straining against my stomach.We barely made it three ste
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BellaThe restaurant was small and intimate, tucked away on a quiet street near campus. Soft golden lights hung from the ceiling in clusters, casting warm pools across the linen tablecloths. A single violinist stood near our table, bow gliding over strings in a slow, romantic melody that made the air feel thicker and sweeter. Darrell had insisted on this place. He said it was “just dinner,” nothing special. But I knew better. He had been nervous all evening, fidgeting with his napkin, glancing at me too often, smiling in that soft, secret way that made my heart stutter.I was in the middle of laughing at something he said when the music shifted. The violinist moved closer. The melody slowed and became more tender. Darrell reached across the table and took both my hands in his. His palms were warm. His fingers trembled just slightly.“Bella,” he said quietly.The room seemed to hush around us. Even the clink of cutlery faded. I looked into his blue eyes—dark, steady, full of something
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DarrellShe was close. I could feel it in the way her thighs trembled around my waist, the way her cunt fluttered and tightened with every slow, deep thrust. Her breath hitched against my lips, short and desperate. Her nails dug sharp crescents into my shoulders. I wanted to push her over the edge right then, watch her shatter beneath me, but I held back. I wanted more of her like this—open, needy, completely fucking mine in the quiet storm of the rain outside.I pulled out slowly. She gave a soft whine of protest. Her legs stayed locked around me for a second, heels pressing into my back like she didn’t want to let go. I kissed her once, deep and lingering, then slid my arms under her thighs and lifted her off the bed in one smooth motion. She gasped. Her arms flew around my neck. Her legs tightened instinctively around my hips.“Darrell—”I carried her the few steps to the small wooden desk against the wall. Rain streaked the window behind it. Lightning flashed once in the distance
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DarrellThe rain started around 6 p.m. At first it was a soft patter against the windows. Then it grew heavier until it sounded like someone was throwing handfuls of gravel at the glass. I stood at the kitchen counter pouring coffee and listened to the storm build outside. The house felt too quiet without her. I had grown used to having Bella here on some evenings. Her laugh would echo in the hallway. Her bare feet would pad across the floor. She would curl against me on the couch like she belonged there.I missed her tonight.I set the mug down, picked up my phone, and dialed her number. It rang twice before I opened the front door. I intended to drive over to campus and surprise her.But she was already there.Bella stood on my porch, soaked through. Her hoodie clung to her body. Dark hair was plastered to her cheeks and neck. Water dripped from her lashes. She shivered hard with her arms wrapped tight around herself and her lips slightly blue.“Darrell,” she whispered. Her teeth ch
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BellaThe lecture hall felt suffocating that morning. The professor’s voice droned on about supply-side economics, graphs flickering on the projector, but none of it reached me. I sat near the middle row, pen frozen in my hand, staring blankly at my notebook. The whispers started behind me.“Did you hear? Mr. Black got fired.”“Yeah, the dean called it ‘inappropriate conduct’ after that hug video went around.”“Someone posted it in the final-year group chat. They said it was unprofessional.”My stomach dropped so fast I thought I’d be sick. He was fired? Because of me. Because of that one moment when I’d been so happy I couldn’t hold it in.I stood up without thinking.My chair scraped loudly against the floor. Heads turned. The professor paused mid-sentence, eyebrows raised in shock—someone actually leaving class without permission was rare.I didn’t care.I grabbed my bag, slung it over my shoulder, and pushed past the row of knees and backpacks. Whispers followed me down the aisle—
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RyderI took her hand and laid her down on the bed. When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, she sat. I knelt between her legs and looked up at her. Her brown eyes were wide and nervous, but there was something else there too. Want. Curiosity. The same hunger I’d seen in the hallway.I rested
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LilaWe stayed tangled on the couch for a few more minutes, breathing each other in. Ryder’s arms were wrapped around me from behind, his chest pressed to my back, his heartbeat steady against my spine. I felt alive there—warm, wanted, and completely claimed. My body still hummed from everything we
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RyderThe front door closed behind us with a quiet click. Lila stepped inside first, her heels clicking softly on the wooden floor. I followed right after, reaching past her to shut the door completely. The lock snapped into place.She reached for the light switch on the wall. My hand caught hers b
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RyderLila swallowed hard. Her voice came out small and shaky. “But I can’t help it. I can’t—”“You have to!” I cut in, louder than I meant to. My eyes widened as the words rushed out. “Please. You know it can never work between us.”She stood up slowly. Her movements were careful, like she was afr
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