“You’re quiet,” he said.“So there is someone. Who?”“I can’t tell you,” I muttered. I didn’t feel like being judged more than I already had.“Why?”“Because I can’t have her.”I actually felt sad saying that, and it scared me. Why the hell was I so obsessed with her?“And why is that?”I swallowed and contemplated what to say or not.“Because she’s too young and she’s married to someone else.”The doctor nodded and took more notes.“So you have set a limit for yourself. That’s good.”“Not really,” I mumbled, and he raised his eyebrows, expecting me to tell more.“I wouldn’t normally care about that. I mean, if she’s up for it...”I shrugged. There was the usual nonchalance and the detachment. It was shocking really how little I actually cared about other people’s feelings. What I did yesterday to make sure Catherine got her wish fulfilled, was a solid proof. And I didn’t really think about the consequences until now. I’d ruined a marriage for two people who loved each other. Damn.“A
“What?” I asked and shrugged.“You’re drinking a lot.”“No, I don’t.”She didn’t reply and that made me slightly insecure and quite pissed.“I like to drink, but I’m not an alcoholic if that’s what you think.”“Doesn’t matter. It’s unhealthy.”I groaned.“Everyone knows it’s bad for you, you don’t need to lecture me. But it’s a slow and delicious death.”I smirked and sat back.“I don’t only drink alcohol, though.”She raised an eyebrow and waited.“I drink a lot of tea. Actually, I even eat it.”I thoroughly enjoyed her confusion.“How is that possible?”“Oh, it’s possible.”I nodded to myself and signed for the waiter for another drink, just to piss her off. This date was actually starting to get interesting.“No, seriously. How can you eat something that is wet?” she pushed, and I already knew she’d hate the answer. Did I care? Not at all. It was funny as fuck. So I leaned forward on my elbows and locked my eyes with hers, while I grinned mischievously. Then I lowered my voice as i
Now, if the tables turned and you’re the one who was tying the ropes and holding the whip...“Shut up, Aar,” I mumbled to myself, and I felt her eyes burn into my skull.“What did you say?”“Uhm... Nothing. Oh! Look! My wife is coming,” I lied, and waved to a couple of ladies who just arrived. And by pure luck, one of them waved back. Her flickering eyes and confused smile was probably calling my bluff, but it distracted Ms. Vampire enough for me to pull out of her grip. I didn’t even say goodbye. I just ran towards the woman, threw my arms around her and kissed her until she started to protest.“Please play along!” I whisper-yelled into her ear, before I begged her with my eyes. But of course my drunken brain didn’t know where to draw the line, and I ended up cupping the globes of her ass and digging my face into her cleavage while blowing raspberries, until she pushed me away. Then there was a loud scoff and a slap, before she stormed off together with her friend. But the sting on m
She was close now. I knew from the way she was clinging to me, and how badly her legs were shaking. And I could hear some of her incoherent nonsense, just like last time.I stopped when she was about to tip over the edge. Every single fiber in me was screaming to be inside of her. To feel her velvety muscles clenching around my girth as I carefully pushed inside her. To bring her even more pleasure than I already did. So I pressed my forehead against hers and made her look at me, and grabbed her hand and placed it on my bulge. And just by the use of my gaze I made her understand what I wanted.“Yes.”One word that barely reached my ears, yet spoke in volumes so loud that it made my body explode. A slow explosion that kept building until it felt like I couldn’t take it anymore. I have never been as hard as I was now without bursting, and I already knew I wouldn’t last long. But I hurriedly pulled down our pants and underwear just enough to get access, and I continued rubbing her while
“There you are!” Melanie exclaimed when she saw me and waved me over.“We were just talking about going shopping for a while.”“We? As in...?”Please not me!“Catherine and I. The meeting with Drew Davis is at 2pm, and there’s not much happening before that. So if you don’t mind answering the phone while I’m gone, then I’ll take a couple of hours off, and us girls will finish with lunch at noon.”Both ladies smiled from ear to ear, and I was so relieved that I felt like jumping up and down.“Yes!” I said a bit too eagerly, and everybody stared at me.“Uhm... I mean, that sounds great.”“I’ll take you to pick up your car afterwards,” Catherine suggested, but I was quick to protest.“No! Gray will do that. Won’t you, Gray?”He didn’t hesitate to pick up on my plea.“Yeah, sure.”But Miklasruined it.“Muff’s,” he said.“We’re having the weekly checkup, remember?”I cursed inwardly and Gray gave me a look that was both apologetic and gave me a warning. And Catherine was about to say somet
“I know you too well,” she said, trying to sound triumphant. But there was something behind the tone in her voice that told me she was sad for some reason.“What do you usually watch, then? Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who hates porn, because I don’t believe that for a second.”“Of course not,” she giggled, and blushed.“I watch movies and sometimes DIY videos on YouTube about how to upcycle old clothes and furniture.”“Hah. Interesting.”I honestly had no idea she was the creative type. She always seemed so superficial. The topics didn’t interest me at all, but still...“What kind of movies do you like?”“You know, the usual girlie stuff. Romcoms and musicals.”I groaned. Of course she did. I already knew she had a pink bedspread with a flower-patterned throw, and a ton of fluffy pillows.“And you? Let me guess; action and thrillers?”“Well... Close. Thrillers and horror movies. And I like documentaries.”“God, those are so lame,” she huffed, and I laughed. I didn’t know
Well... I was wrong.“Wanna watch a movie?”The question was so casual that it should’ve made me yawn, yet my body filled with sudden nervousness instead.“Uhm...”“I want to see the newest ‘Blair Witch Project’.”“It sucks,” I mumbled, after swallowing my food.“The first one is much better.”“Oh. You’ve seen them?”She seemed disappointed when I nodded.“Bree’s witch project is much scarier,” I joked, and she failed when she tried not to laugh.“You’re awful.”“Thanks. I’m trying my best.”She gave me a glance that gave me a feeling I struggled to define. Luckily, she continued like nothing before it got weird.“I was hoping it was a good follow up to the first movie. I loved that they made it part horror, part documentary. It was interesting.”Then she giggled adorably.“And scary enough to turn me into a giant wuss for the rest of that day.”I took a sip of lemon water, before I scooped up the rest of the delicious meal and stuffed my face full.“Really?” I chuckled and managed to
“You’re comparing him to me?” I asked gruffly. I felt confused.“You shouldn’t do...”“I know, but I do!” she cut in.“I try not to, but ever since...”“Nothing happened,” I said, but she shook her head and kept our eyes locked.“It did! And I can’t stop thinking about it, Joe! I can’t stop remembering how it felt and how good you made me feel. I can’t...”I hated myself. I had fucked up again. Majorly. And like usual it was always the ones around me that had to pay the price, because I didn’t give a shit. I didn’t care about anything. Until now. Now I suddenly cared a lot.“All the things you whispered... Did you mean any of it?”Yes, you did. But you can’t tell her that. She has to move on with her life and let everything return to the way it was before. She will have a happy marriage with my son, and they would have kids and she would be the best mother...“Did you mean it?!” she yelled, and I snapped back from a second long daydream where I envisioned her smiling and gorgeous, wit