My body naturally woke up by itself the following day, only to be met by the dazzling rays of the morning sun. I was still in a state of euphoria, my body feeling much lighter and happier than it was the day before. Hmm, so this was what it was, the key to relieving a woman’s stress, a great orgasm! Speaking of orgasm, my heart raced at the thought of seeing Hayden again, but I think we were past acting shy towards one another, well at least on my part. And that was when it hit me! I was the only who came! I was so focused on reaching my end point that I did not even bother to look towards the man who was responsible for it if he had reached his! But what was I to do, maybe offer to blow him, hump him, sleep with...Oh no! I was not ready for that and this could never happen again! My body stank, not a bad stink though, but a scent, of His and SEX which was incredibly strong! I needed a shower. The dazzling morning rays did not scream six am at all too me, and that was when I became
It has been two days ever since Hayden left for his business trip. My mind still flushes from embarrassment whenever memories ofwhat we did, replayed in my head. It is like one minute am embarrassed and regretting it and the next, am not. His words kept on replaying on my head ever since that day, about how he wanted to make sure I was satisfied during his absence and then proceeded to give me another orgasm before leaving for his work. I was still shaken at how far I came by his mouth. I kept on telling myself that this or whatever was going on between us could not proceed any further, but who am I kidding, I wanted to and I did not know why. He had awoken somehidden desires that I had no familiarity they existed and I really didn’t know what to do about it. It almost felt dangerous yet exciting just thinking about it. The warmth forming under my forbidden area, spoke for itself. I really needed to wake up out of this sick fantasy I was in.
I slowly pushed her legs apart, careful not to make her lose sleep. She smelt so good, the more and more I opened her leg, the more I longed to sink in my nose and inhale her sweet feminine scent oozing from her nectar. Damn. She twitched, making me pause my actions. My dick growing harder and harder for some reasons at the thought of being caught. However, it didn’t last long, as she soon went back to sleep turning one her side in the process, facing the opposite, her back side towards me. I appreciated this a lot. The small action of turning towards her side, had managed to crunch her shirt upwards, leaving her bare panty clad bubble butt at the mercy of my lustful gaze. My dick was fully out now, rejoicing at the sight of the naked girl sleeping peacefully besides me. My pants now sitting at the bottom of my legs, and in a blink of an eyes they were roughly discarded on the flour, my rough bulkybody settling beside her soft lush one.
2 hours earlier Bambi’s POV I groaned, as I tried to stretch my leg muscles from the comfort of my bed. My entire body felt sensitive, a good sensitive but also light. At this time, I was no longer surprised by the flushes my face made when I remembered our earlier events. How was I to show my face to Maria when she came later for cleaning? Letting out an embarrassed groaned onto the safety of my pillow where no one could hear it, I finally came to terms with the fact that I was just going live with the embarrassment of being caught by her. It felt as if my mother had caught us doing the deed. My body smelt like sex but it smelt good, like I could live in this scent wrapped around me forever. For someone who did not want to hear a thing about sex before, especially from this man, I had sure become a nymph. Just feeling the fluid in between my legs, made me crave for more, it made me feel.... hornier! I badly needed a shower. The stench was now minimal, as it was now replaced by th
I sat on my bed, mopping and wallowing like a dog who had just lost his balls. “They weren’t talking about me right?” I asked myself but with no answer. The little subconscious voice that I was trying so hard to ignore letting me know that it indeed I whom they were talking about. Was that how low and little they thought of me? A knock brought me out of my thoughts, and before I could say anything, he graced my presence. Plastering a smile on my face, I welcomed him waiting for him to utter what had brought him here. Instead, what I got was a kiss, a lengthy mouth to mouth French kiss. His earlier conversation invaded my mouth, my earlier repulsion for both him and I, for allowing him to do these kinds of things, resulting me into trying to push him away. However, like usual, he did not budge. The more I pushed, the more he pulled me back to him, slowly making me forget my earlier resilience. I mean at least I tried. After what felt like an hour, he finally pulled back letting me br
The house was as mute as a grave, which was nothing out of the ordinary. After all, I was the only soul residing here, in this tremendous luxurious penthouse. One did not need every inch of their brain cells to recognize that this penthouse was in fact designed for a male owner. The dark rustic walls, the lack of décor whatsoever, the lifelessness screaming from every corner of the living area. It was just so masculine, however I had to admit, it was still beautiful. The breathtaking view of the cityscape, as displayed from the gigantic clear windows made up for the plain living quarters. Especially during the golden hours, where the beautiful orange rays of the setting sun would grace the entire living room, I lived for those moments. They never failed to leave me in awe at how spectacular and beautiful the city of London could be, especially during the evening when the sky turned an aesthetic pinkish orangish colour submerged in the clouds. Sunrise was also a blessing in this house.
The house was as mute as a grave, which was nothing out of the ordinary. After all, I was the only soul residing here, in this tremendous luxurious penthouse. One did not need every inch of their brain cells to recognize that this penthouse was in fact designed for a male owner. The dark rustic walls, the lack of décor whatsoever, the lifelessness screaming from every corner of the living area. It was just so masculine, however I had to admit, it was still beautiful. The breathtaking view of the cityscape, as displayed from the gigantic clear windows made up for the plain living quarters. Especially during the golden hours, where the beautiful orange rays of the setting sun would grace the entire living room, I lived for those moments. They never failed to leave me in awe at how spectacular and beautiful the city of London could be, especially during the evening when the sky turned an aesthetic pinkish orangish colour submerged in the clouds. Sunrise was also a blessing in this house.
TRIGGER WARNING! MATURE CONTENTS AHEAD THAT MAY INCLUDE NON CONSENTUAL ACTS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS‘YOUR SCHOLARSHIP HAS BEEN REVOKED’ Even though those dreadful words were written in black font, all I could see was red.Those were the first words I read of the letter. Tears built up at the brim of my eyes, but I had no energy to let them out. ‘Due to some financial issues our company is facing, we are sad to let you know that you will no Longer be a part of our Fly Wings plan’ the rest of the letter read. The other letters were letters of apology, one having my one-way ticket back to my country.