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The Drunken Night (5)

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After a few seconds, we slowly separated from each other. With a mischievous smile, she bit her lip and then muttered, “Do you want to have some fun?”

Did she just propose to me? I already imagined where her proposal would take us. After all, the reason I always came to this laundry place was that it is usually empty most of the time.

So I could only agree to her proposal. She grabbed me by the flannel and pulled me to one of the farthest corners of the entrance, so in case someone came in, we had time to hide.

While in the corner, she leans her back against the wall where I kissed her on the lips, then on her neck. She turned away, then turned her back to me while unbuckling the strap of her pants after finishing. She leaned her buttocks towards me, letting me lower her pants.

When I dropped her pants, I could see the curvature of her ass again, also this time, she was wearing black panties.

I started taking them down from side to side

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  • More Than Pleasures Steamy Diariesย ย ย The Painter (15)

    She knew she was. She made heads turn, and her presence alone could make even the strongest man weak to his knees. Single men, dating, married, poor or rich all wanted her, but she went for Paul thinking he was the saint he portrayed himself to be.She could have said no, but she was confused. He might change, she thought, but now he wasnโ€™t going to.He proved that over and over again. Dorothy got tired but didnโ€™t know how to break up with him, and she was grateful he was finally gone, although she didnโ€™t like the circumstances surrounding that fact.โ€œHere is your tea,โ€ she said as she placed the cup of tea on the table before Aston in his studio. She took a few sips of hers before placing her cup on the table too. โ€œThe weather outside is beautiful today.โ€โ€œYes. Yes, it is,โ€ Aston confirmed, although his eyes never left Dorothy. โ€œHow about we go somewhere else while this dries?โ€ he suggested.โ€œSure.โ€Together with their teas in their hands, they walked out of the studio. Instinctively

  • More Than Pleasures Steamy Diariesย ย ย The Painter (14)

    Stella observed the interaction between the two, and once again, she knew she had lost Aston to Dorothy because he never looked at her the way he was looking at Dorothy, and that spoke volumes.Stella stood up and straightened out her dress.โ€œIโ€™ll check on you later, Aston, and nice to meet you, Dorothy,โ€ she said with a smile and walked towards Steve.They bid each other farewell, and she left the room.Steve sat down in the chair Stella had just left vacant, crossing his arms over his chest again. He said with a strange emotion in his voice, โ€œYou mentioned something about you thinking Paul would change. Has he done something like this before?โ€Dorothy let out a heavy sigh before replying, โ€œYes. Yes, he has. Many times.โ€โ€œWill you be able to testify against him in court?โ€ Aston asked as calmly as he could.โ€œYes, I will. I think Iโ€™ve had enough of him,โ€ she finalized.โ€œWell, I admire your courage, my lady,โ€ Steve commended, further encouraging Dorothy. โ€œBy the way, did you meet the pa

  • More Than Pleasures Steamy Diariesย ย ย The Painter (13)

    โ€˜โ€™We caught this young woman trying to force her way into the ward, and we suspect she might be part of the paparazzi,โ€ the first police officer answered.Steve observed Dorothy noting that she looked familiar then he remembered her. โ€˜Itโ€™s fine, boys. Let her through.The police officers released her arms, and Dorothy threw them a disdainful look, then sent a grateful one Steveโ€™s way.He opened the door for her, and she walked in, thanking Steve with a smile.Steve closed the door with a gentle click and faced Dorothy. โ€œHeโ€™s right this way. Iโ€™m not supposed to say this, Dorothy, but heโ€™s been expecting you.โ€Expecting her? Did he want to see her? Did this have something to do with her, or did he just want to see her? She wished it was the latter.Wait, this is Steve, Astonโ€™s best friend and the owner of โ€˜From Our Heartsโ€™ gallery, but how did he know her?Steve seemed to sense her conflicting thoughts. He sighed and then said, โ€œI can assure you that thereโ€™s nothing to fret about, and w

  • More Than Pleasures Steamy Diariesย ย ย The Painter (12)

    She opened her eyes and brought her fingers up to see them coated with her juicesโ€” and Aston hair she had been supposedly pulling happened to be her shower curtain.She just fantasized about Aston pleasuring, but it was better than anything she had ever had with Paul, and the best part โ€”she didnโ€™t regret it.She wanted more of it. She wanted to make it real, so much that she was started to became inpatient and frustrated.The reality of her situation dawned on her when she got out of the shower. She stared at the ring on her finger, and for the first time, she felt trapped.The ring became heavy on her finger, and it began to feel like a heavy burden on her. She slipped the ring off her finger and placed it on the drawer bedside of the bed.Suddenly, she wasnโ€™t sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Paul. She closed her eyes to picture Paul in her life as she had always done, but this time, Paul was replaced with Aston.And that moment, it became apparent to her that she w

  • More Than Pleasures Steamy Diariesย ย ย The Painter (11)

    Dorothy turned around to see Paul standing there, arms folded across his chest and his eyes shooting daggers at Aston, who ignored him, by the way.โ€œSo Iโ€™ll call you and let you know how it goes, okay?โ€ Aston asked while looking at Dorothy, who nodded excitedly like a kid.Aston smiled and then replied, โ€œBye Dorothy, and take care of yourself.โ€โ€œOkay!. Bye Aston, and thanks for visiting. It really means a lot,โ€ Dorothy said, as she walked him to the door.He stopped for a moment and took a look at Paul, who was still standing in the doorway.โ€œAnd you too, Paul. It was nice to meet you,โ€ she added, and with that, he walked out of their flat without waiting to hear Paulโ€™s grunt of a response.Not wanting Paul to ruin her mood, Dorothy hopped past the grumpy Paul happily to their bedroom, humming a song.The only thing in her head was that her art was going to be at an exhibitionโ€“ something she never expected to happen.For the rest of the day, Dorothy was in high spirits humming a favor

  • More Than Pleasures Steamy Diariesย ย ย The Painter (10)

    Dorothy turned around with a smile. โ€œHello Mr and Mrs Harris. Wonderful weather we have today, yeah?โ€โ€œAbsolutely,โ€ Mrs. Harris chirped while Mr. Harris only nodded.โ€œLetโ€™s go in,โ€ she said to Aston leading the way. โ€œHow do you like your tea?โ€ Dorothy asked as they entered her flat, locking the door behind them.โ€œAnything is fine, thank you,โ€ he replied with a smileDorothy walked to the kitchen, and moments later, the sound of a kettle whistling was heard, followed by cabinets opening and closing.Aston took this time to observe the interior decor of the flat. It was an average-sized flat with clean white walls decorated with prints of beautiful paintings.Different artifacts, frames, flower vases, and books sat well arranged on the shelf.Wine-colored drapes framed the windows, and the inner lace curtains remained drawn, allowing the sun rays to enter, casting a golden sheen into the living room. The decor was simple yet beautiful and welcoming.This reminded Aston of the typical co

  • More Than Pleasures Steamy Diariesย ย ย The Painter (9)

    โ€œOh, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. And believe me, when I say coming from you means so much more,โ€ she said.โ€œI thought I was doing horribly, so I stopped painting for a while. I only began painting again when I came across your works in a gallery. I was in awe of hyperrealism. It was magnificent, and I knew I wanted to know how to paint like you,โ€ she explained excitedly. โ€œMeeting you here might be the best thing that has happened to me this year.โ€It was Astonโ€™s turn to feel flattered, and he did ever so much. He had received a lot of compliments, but in a weird way, Dorothy appreciating his art made him feel he did something for someone, and it made him feel good.โ€œIโ€™m sure youโ€™ll learn a lot from this class, and I can give you pointers if you want.โ€โ€œYou know I didnโ€™t exactly enroll for this class. Mrs. Michael is my aunt, and she just allows me to join in and last week was my second time here.โ€โ€œThat makes sense. I didnโ€™t think you paint. I though

  • More Than Pleasures Steamy Diariesย ย ย The Painter (8)

    For heavenโ€™s sake, he wasnโ€™t some teenager going through hormonal changes, so why couldnโ€™t he stop thinking about Dorothyโ€™s body and, even worse, smiling and blushing at the memory.โ€˜โ€™I guess we can now deduce my idea wasnโ€™t laced with foolishness after all,โ€™ Steve said with the smug look still on his faceAston scoffed, rolling his eyes at him, and said, โ€œDonโ€™t get ahead of yourself. I am still not convinced the class will do me any good.โ€โ€œWeโ€™ll see about that, mate. Weโ€™ll see.โ€The whole weekend felt like torture to Aston. He longed to see Dorothy again, and it seemed the weekend was taking too long to end.Everything was confusing to him; what he was feeling about Dorothy and why he was feeling that way didnโ€™t make any sense to him, but he just wanted to see her again.When Monday finally came, Aston could hardly wait till 3 pm when classes started, and by 12 pm, he was already at the building waiting for Dorothy to show up, but she didnโ€™t.Class started, and she was still nowhere

  • More Than Pleasures Steamy Diariesย ย ย The Painter (7)

    In one swift moment, a bang was heard, and the whole dining table came crashing down, sending a wave of shock throw Dorothy.She had seen this happen so many times, but she could never get used to it. He promised to change.He said he was going to be better, but after two years and nothing had changed.The last time, it was the TV that suffered it, which took a while to replace, and now, the dining table had also felt the impact of Paulโ€™s fist.The table was ruined; dinner was ruined too.โ€œYou love being a whore, eh? You love letting different men run their hands all over your body under the guise of art, right?โ€ He barked the vile words pacing the dining room.The words made her feel she had just been prickled with over a hundred pins.โ€œI am not a whore, Paul!. I am not! I love art, and you know it!โ€ She yelled at him.He scoffed before he said, โ€œOh cโ€™mon. Youโ€™re just using art as a cover-up. You enjoy the way these so-called artists of yours touch you.โ€He then grabbed her shoulder

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