Destiny

If someone had asked me a week ago, I would have said I would never be seen buying one of those bridal magazines. However, the expert on the subject – my newlywed secretary – told me it was impossible to plan a wedding without resorting to them.Of course, I had managed to organize my wedding without the help of any of those glossy magazines, but look at the result. A fleeting episode of three months of marriage that marred my thirty-two years of immaculate singleness.Ironically, it was now up to me, with a little help from my sisters Kathleen and Janaina, to plan the perfect wedding. Two weeks in advance.No, not mine, it doesn't stop me from making mistakes, but I've been trying my hardest not to repeat this one, so I kind of let go of men.My youngest sister, Marcela, will be the bride who will march down the aisle. A wedding march she's dreamed of ever since, at the age of five, she threw engaged Barbie into Ken's arms.Marcela is going to marry Matheus, her soul mate since high

This hot man, this... Day... had he really said what I thought I heard? stunnedand suspicious, I asked:"What do you mean, interested?" Interested in what way?He gave me the sexiest smile imaginable.“The normal way.Yes. In the normal way a man showed interest in a woman. Usualfor him — which was a no-brainer — but definitely not for me. My skin got hotas if I had a fever, and I felt my pulse in my throat. Something else pulsed between themy legs. My dormant sex drive seemed to have woken up.No man has ever looked at me that way. Jeffrey's interest had beenimmensely flattering and seductive, but his eyes had never shown that warmth thatde Day possessed. From my ex, I had, of course, learned that his interest was inappropriation of my research, and the sex we shared was just an added benefit tohe.And Jeffrey was, let's face it, a short, prematurely bald professor who, inhis best days, and with goodwill, we could call it interesting... It was not even alittle like the star

I could have—probably should have—shunned Day, wrapped myself in my friend's cocoon.seat, turned on a light, started working on that wedding project.It would be too silly to let myself be seduced by a flirt like that, and I wasn't one.woman known for screwing up. Yet, oh God, he got me so turned on by that one.story of sharing dessert... Not to mention when he said that a woman like medeserves to be appreciated slowly and fully, and should feel beautiful and sexy.No man has ever made me feel this way. No wonder I never hadlots of motivation for sex, since no guy had ever made me this high before.Of course, it was just a series of compliments, but the truth is, I wasn't the type towoman that guys normally sang about. When was the last time even a manhad you flirted with me? When was the last time I had fun talking to a guy, and thatwasn't about sociological studies, but simply playing games of conquest?Games? Wait a minute, I didn't know how to joke. The prank gene had been

I struggled with the button on Damien's pants. It wasn't like I was crazy with curiosityto know what a man's package would be like, but he had made me too excited, andeverything I saw and everything I touched suggested that his equipment must indeed beAmazing.His erection was so large that it stretched the fabric taut, and it was a struggle to force the button.metal through rough denim, and then another struggle to get that zipper down. But I persevered, and thedarn it slid down.The swollen head of his cock popped out of the top of his black briefs, damp with precum.An image of masculine vigor, the pure sensuality that made my body shudder.of will.Vaguely, I noticed him pushing his jeans down his legs, his boxer briefshugging the balls and tops of his muscular thighs, but all of a sudden, that was all gone.too, and I took a deep breath as my gaze fell across that rigid lengthpointing at me.I was right when I imagined it to be spectacular. In comparison, Jeffrey and my ot

When I walked in front of Damien into our room, I thought the day so far had beenone treat after another. The last one, my passion fruit ice cream with chocolate drops andmacadamia nut topping, which melted faster than I could lick it off. Withhands and mouth sticky with ice cream, sweaty body covered in sunscreen, the promise of adelicious sex in the air, I said:- I need a shower!"Hey, what is this?" The third today? I think we should save water and protectthe environment.A shared shower bath. Something I had never done. privacy alwaysit was an important thing for me. Today, however, knowing that I was with a man I likedof my body, I felt confident enough to say:— That's right, let's be environmentally conscious.When we arrived at the hotel, I retied the sarong around my waist. And now, in the bathroomour bedroom, Damien untied it. The cloth dropped to the floor and my gaze followed it. looking at thatpile of flowered fabric, I turned and offered her my back. He untied