"What says the time honey..."
Martin checked on his watch and answered. "8 am sharp."
I took in a deep breath. "We have the day all to ourselves. So... what's next? Honey, what's next?"
"I don't know, I mean, I have no idea of what's next?"
"Okay how about I ask you questions and you answer, you can ask me questions and I'll answer, how about that?"
"It's great."
"So here's my first question, what do you think you can give me at this moment?"
"I don't know, you tell me."
"Don't get me angry, I need an answer to my question and I don't know doesn't count."
"I said I don't know."
I shot the gun on his finger as he yelped in pain.
"This is what happens when you don't give me a good reply to my questions. Uh... are you still crying honey, am sorry." A smirk plastered on my face. "You're a real man, real men don't cry, but your crying like a baby." I laughed hysterically.
"You find this funny. You find your madness funny."
"Hey watch your tongue."
Fear gripped him as I pointed the gun at his leg. "You talk when I tell you to talk, got it?"
"Yes, love."
"Let's talk. I talk first and when I stop you talk and we go on with a conversation. Is that clear?"
"Yes, love."
"Good. I called my mom earlier and told her about our marriage, she's gone to a therapist before so she is familiar with our differences. I learned so much from her."
"Okay am following."
"Good. What I need this moment. I need more than you can give. My pain is valid. It hurts to be abandoned when I need your love. You are not wrong for needing space, and I am not wrong for wanting to be close. I can be more trusting and forgiving if you are caring and understanding of my hurt. By understanding my hurt you won't make me wrong for being upset and in pain. Although you can't give me the support I want and need, you can avoid making it worse by arguing. Reassuring me that you will be back, and then you will be able to give the support I deserve, that's what I expect. There is nothing wrong if you need to be alone or watch tv, and there is nothing wrong with my hurt feelings. Instead of arguing for your right to watch tv, you could just tell me something like this. 'I understand you're upset, and right now I need to watch tv and relax. When I feel better we can talk.' This would give you time to watch tv as well as an opportunity to cool off and prepare yourself to listen to my hurt without making my hurt feelings wrong. I may not like the response, but I will respect it. Of course, I want you to be your usual loving self, but if you need to pull away, then that is your valid need. You cannot give what you don't have. What you can do is avoid making things worse. The solution lies in respecting your needs as well as mine. You should take the time you need and then come back and give me what I need. When you can't listen to my hurt feelings because you need to pull away, you can say, 'I understand you feel hurt and I need some time to think about it. Let's take a time-out.' For you to excuse yourself in this way and stop listening is much better than trying to explain away my hurt."
"What you get is the best I can give you. I can't reassure you that I'll be back to support you but I'll always be back. By not demanding that I listen to you when you want to talk, you can avoid making the problem much worse by having a huge argument, you get my support when I come back. When I am truly capable of supporting you. When I pull away I return and will be back with a lot more love. Then I can listen, that's the best time to initiate conversation."
"Yeah, I get it. Timing is very important." I laughed. "Wow I love how this is going, so here's my second question, does money fulfil emotional needs?"
"Of course. Money is the solution to all problems."
"No honey, you got it wrong. Do you know what I learnt about you? I learnt that you just like a rubber band, most times you need to be alone and then you come stretching back. But you don't just get it. Look at us, we are financially okay but I normally get upset from time to time and money cannot prevent me from being upset because am like a wave, wave of emotions, so one minute am happy and the other minute am upset. So when my happy waves come crashing down, we fight because you would invalidate my need to be upset."
"I wasn't thinking when I said that. Money perhaps may not be able to solve emotional needs but you have to fix yourself."
"No, it's natural for a woman you get, it's normal and predictable. Just like it's normal for you to stay on your own and solve your problems yourself."
"Feelings are more important to you, right?"
"Fucking yes. When am on the upswing I can be fulfilled with what I have, but when on the downswing I then will become aware of what I am missing. When I am feeling good, I am capable of seeing and responding to the good things in my life. But when I am crashing, my loving vision becomes cloudy, and I react more to what am missing in my life. Just as a glass of water can be viewed as half or half empty, when am on my way up I see the fullness of life. On the way down I see the emptiness. Whatever emptiness I overlook on my way up comes more with focus when I am on my way down into my well. These are my feelings and I can't overemphasize their importance."
I found relief pouring out my heart and trying to stitch up the misunderstandings.
Raymond flopped beside me, breathless and his face blotchy and pink. He then reached for me, however, weakly like he had no strength left, and I shifted so he could slip his arm below my neck. "Ohhh," He stated in a shaky voice. "Ohh Venessa, my love." I laid an arm across heaving chest and watched him as he tried to recover. "I love you, a lot. "I felt so satisfied staying next to him, with the sticky warm temperature of his body pressed against mine, so intimate. I kept rolling his words in my head from earlier, thrilled that he desired to be with me, knowing that he meant it.We laid in silence for a very long time. It was so that I thought he'd fallen asleep, however after I lifted my head, I saw he was wide awake, too. I propped myself up on my elbow so I could look at him very well.Raymond turned his head and gave me the sleepiest, most sexist smile, but he didn't speak. He simply watched me even as I traced a finger over his face, playing al
I watched him for a minute before he looked up. He grinned, after which he groaned, and commenced to fuck me a bit harder. He held my gaze as he did and grade by grade his expression became darkish and lusty. He adjusted his stance barely and commenced to fill me harder, his hips slapping against my ass as he buried himself inside me again and again.When he spoke, it changed into a low voice, totally in French, and too short for me to recognize it all. I stuck some words, maximum of them filthy, thrilled to know he was so turned on that he barely knew what he was doing. Watching him, my arousal surged and I longed to attain between my legs, to touch my tensed clit, to get myself in the direction of orgasm, however, he was thrusting harder, and I could not move my hands without losing my balance.So I leaned into Raymond's thrusting hips, letting him pleasure himself with my soaking pussy. I could feel his thrusts getting greater excessive, and his fingers
I let loose a whimper and he responded with a smooth moan. "Ohh," He stated in opposition to my neck. "That's so sweet and warm. How are you so sweet?" He shifted his fingers right down to my ass once more.He unfolds his fingers and pulled me toward him. At the identical time, he modified the perspective of his hips and I let loose a moan as his cock slid only a little deeper inside me. He introduced his mouth back to mine and kissed me softly. Then he commenced flexing his hips. Back and forward, simply slowly for the first few thrusts, after which he commenced to pick up the pace.Raymond held my hips steady, a good grip on my backside, and immediately, my arousal spiked. When I started to whimper with pleasure, he was turned on. It wasn't penetration, however, the friction on my clit was so amazing. I whimpered and moaned as he thrust again and again, preserving me tight in his hands as his hips rocked back and forth.All the while, h
Raymond was very vocal through it all, he kept on praising me, whispering phrases of endearment, and whispering my name. I soon realized he was close to cumming. I decided to slow down, draw my lips from his cock, and give him some time to calm down a little.Each time I moved back, Raymond would look down at me, breathing heavily, and grinning, glaringly pleased by my actions. The looks were deeply affecting. They stirred up sensual emotions in addition to emotions of love, and each time I took him back in my mouth, I felt my heart swell and my pussy pulse with a jealous ache."My God, Venessa. You're amazing." He stated, reaching down to push the hair from my face when I drew back, leaving him panting once more. "I cannot hold off anymore. I need to cum."I nodded and took Raymond back between my lips, listening to him groan. I attempted to build slowly, however, it was obvious he was ready to cum, he desired it. He slid forward on the bed and spread his
His eyes opened as soon as my mouth reached his belly. I noticed it from the nook of my eye. I licked up the dampness on his pores and skin, the pre-cum that had seeped from his cock, after which I introduced my tongue to the bottom of his cock and slowly labored my way up the length. I made sure my tongue landed on the head of the bottom side, and he let out a long sluggish moan of pleasure. "That's so good." He breathed. "Nice and gradual." I closed my eyes and licked my way back down once more till I felt his hip in opposition to my chin, then reversed my path. I held him gently in my palm and persevered to apply simply my tongue. His encouraging sighs and feedback told me I was right where I wanted to be. I cherished how warm and hard he was, and how smooth his skin was in opposition to my tongue, however, I was dying to feel the softness of his cock's head between my lips. I ran a thumb over the top and discovered it very moist. I intro
I wanted to squeeze my thighs together, to find that deep ache, however, Raymond's body was in the way. He returned to my pussy and commenced kissing and exploring once more. My hips rocked and swayed to get the touch my body needed to cum. His tempo was maddeningly sluggish, however, he pressed his fingers inside me and located the proper spot, added his tongue to my clit once more, and with remarkable care, brought me up to the peak.Then he drew lower back once more, leaving me panting and gazing at him in disbelief. "Raymond, please," I stated, "I'm so near coming. I need it so bad." He crawled lower back up my body once more, added his face to mine."I realize. Forgive me, my candy." He kissed me. I was still breathing fast, so he slid his mouth to my neck and kissed me. I could sense his cock in opposition to my stomach, and his knees urgent my thighs aside, and I could feel the longing in my pussy wherein his fingers and tongue had been."Why
"You're going to like this." A second later, his hands pressed firmly, making me moan loudly, right at the bottom of my neck. It was an improbable feeling—ache and satisfaction and warmth and alleviation all at an identical time.I groaned out a few lengthy, colorful curses of satisfaction and noticed Raymond's grin. "Told you, "He stated. "You were given a knot proper there. Probably wherein you hold the maximum anxiety."He rocked his hands, setting apart the spot, and I moaned as the feeling teetered on the brink of ache and satisfaction. He implemented strain for a protracted minute after which he launched it and I sighed as alleviation flooded my body. "Is that nice?""So nice," I stated. I closed my eyes and savored the sensations as he endured to work the knot together along with his hands. I wasn't moaning anymore, however, I felt even higher than I had whilst he'd first touched me. "This is so incredible. Is this what comfortable
"Venessa,""Michael, I'm happy to see you here. I was wondering how boring my stay will be here but at least, since you're here, we could meet up sometimes." I said. "I stay next door.""Venessa, why are you here?""I'm Ariana Grande's designer and she's having her album launch party here in Florida, where she was born, so I'm here for that."He chuckled. "I thought you were going to kiss me and we'll have amazing sex."We both laughed."I'll see you later, be ready by 6 for Ariana's party,"He nodded. Just for a few seconds more, we looked at each other. I felt the heat of arousal flood my whole body. Despite the wind tugging my hair, I felt uncomfortably hot."Diana doesn't deserve me, she deserves someone better, someone, who wouldn't hurt her. I pray she finds the perfect guy.""I knew you would hurt her because I feel you still love me and that's not gonna change and also, I know Roma killed your dad."
Diana's POV - My hands were hanging low on the bed, with no attempt to wipe my tears."Diana, talk to us, say something." Sarah sobbed, wiping my tears.There was no response from me, other than an intensification of the grief."We should take her to the hospital," Davidson said. He seemed worried, checking my pulse rate."I think so too, I wonder what happened to her that Dwayne Johnson had to bring her home." Roma wondered. "Love, do you care to explain?" He asked, only to receive an eye roll for a reply."I'll explain it to you," Venessa said. "She went to the party alone. It's said that he dumped her. That's what she got for loving someone way out of her league. She learned her lesson the hard way." Venessa explained, laughing so hard."Venessa, that's it. Can't you see she has suffered enough? How can you be so damn heartless?" Peter barked, lifting his hand, almost slapping her. "Your behavior stinks, you have a cold black