I wake up exhausted after sleeping for more than ten hours straight. The light from the window hits me right in the eyes. I blink uncomfortably at the clarity of the chamber. I am not usually a grumpy person in the morning, I usually wake up with spirits and with more joy than I have in the rest of the day. I like mornings. The amount of sun that it brings, if I consider that the Manhattan climate is quite cold, that I can rarely feel the heat, it is very good. I have come to appreciate it when I feel it through the window. My vision begins to get used to the room I am in. Dawn alone knowing that Santiago is in the next room has been the hardest thing she has had to do in recent days. The desire I feel for him is becoming more unbearable with each passing second.
I was so exhausted last night that I didn't even stop by for dinner. I apologized to Santiago and Mateo for the lack of consideration, as they invited me to their home. It is true that it was not a common invitation,
She is going to pay for what she did to her son. They will all pay because of him.Everyone will be involved in his revenge.If not for the blonde fainting, I would have enjoyed it much more. One by one they will fall.He will be your worst nightmare.Thea deserves no mercy. She did not have it when she decided to destroy the life of the one he loved.He thought of his son, his poor boy. He fell in love with the wrong woman, with a provocative harpy. Your child didn't know anything about love, but he did. He knows that sometimes it is difficult to maintain it. Sometimes desperate measures must be taken for love to triumph.Thea is like his late wife; he likes hard things, to be difficult and important.Luckily, he already has experience with that kind of bitch.She will be h
The problem with dreams is that when you wake up you don't know if everything was the product of your imagination or if things really happened like that.I wake up sweaty with Santiago on me. He looks at me like he thinks I'm going to break into a thousand pieces at any moment.The room is dark, I can barely make out my devil, the one who has been with me these last days chaotic and destructive to my nervous system.Santiago watches me, concerned. This is not the first time I have woken him up in the middle of the night from my nightmares.Cristopher is loose out there.Maybe it hurts and hurts innocent people, like I once was and Sophie is now."Another nightmare?" His voice envelops me and soothes me at the same time.That's how it was ever since he appeared in my life.Santiago Dominelli is the personification of my deepest and most carnal desires."Another nightmare," I agree.I hate feeling helpless in front
10 years ago"Open up for me, girl." His voice is grotesque to me. Also, his body is three times that of mine.I spread my legs. Without measuring its strength, it enters me without hesitation.I have tears on the edge of my eyes.I can't cry, I won't cry. My sex burns and bothers me."He's big," I repeat myself all the time.I can't believe that my first time with a man is at eighteen and that he is paying me to enter my body.It begins to move.I don't even know what it's called, I'm not interested.The moment he leaves this hotel room I will never have to see him again.I am naked under her body.He took off his belt and pants, the boxer is still on his knees. It seems that he does not feel it because it moves with force inside me. He says things tha
9 years and 6 months agoThe air conditioning wakes me up and the cold awakens me. I don't recognize where I am. It looks like a hotel room judging by the bed and nightstand devoid of everything. I have no idea how I got here. I see myself tied hand and foot, open and naked on the cold mattress. I blink to accustom my eyes to the dim light in the room. I don't hear anything, just my breathing and the sound of the air conditioning fan.Then I remember.The man had offered me two hundred dollars for a blow job. My shift wasn't even over and I wasn't interested in falling into it. I refused and told my partner to take care of him because I was not feeling well.I do not want to offer myself as bait or as a recipient of men. Once was more than enough. I hope to give myself the next time out of love for a man who values and loves me.I try to remember what else happened, but nothing comes. I have a blank mind.
Survival will always be the main thing at a time like this.What's the worst that can happen to me? That murdered me?I wouldn't mind that if it weren't for the fact that Joshua is waiting for me for dinner.The man must be over forty, he wears a mustache and a suit that probably costs the same as my apartment's three”month rent."First of all, let's introduce ourselves." "He looks at me." I feel exposed and the cold makes my nipples prickle. My name is Morton Craig. He licks his lips. I notice the malice in his eyes. Tell me your name now, ”he demands."I'm Thea, Thea Jackeline," I blurt out.Maybe it was fear or the way he's watching me that made me blurt out my real name.I thought of a thousand ways not to tell him, but panic betrayed me."Well, Thea, I'm going to let go of a hand." You must be thirsty. The medicine I gave you is pretty strong, so I don't want to see you dehydrated.I suppose that's what
Present"Sign here, please." "The man looks at the paper and then at me."I am unfazed.My hand is on the paper where it specifies what I accept and what not, apart from establishing my price and my privacy conditions.Ten years ago I gave my virginity to an alcoholic. Although I would have liked my first experience to be under the moon, with love and delicacy, the reality is different. I believe that not all of us get what we think we deserve."Doesn't it work on my word?" The dark”haired, almond”eyed boy asks.He is good looking. I don't understand why you seek my company even though you could get girls your age with a little lip service.At twenty”eight, I evaluate the people around me without speaking to me. Attitudes scream what we are. How we walk and what we drink on a date, how we dress and how we comb our hair, how we smile and h
"But who the hell do you think you are?" I finally reacted and took the cigarette from him, throwing it on the floor. I twist my heel over the butt and disintegrate it.I'm sure my face right now is a poem. I was torn between kissing him or slamming the door in his face. His arrogant and confident attitude makes me fall into his net. I know it, and he knows it, as he smiles cheekily at me. He thinks they have laundry for me or maybe all the money is for me.He has no fucking idea who he's talking to."I have come to seek your services, of course." "The calm with which you say it impresses me." He leans against the wall and looks at me.His breath hits my nostrils; I can see the scent of whiskey right away.For the first time I feel self”conscious. It's like their eyes can see right through me.His damn calm bothers me. It is not exactly a question of asking me the time. If I have learned something over the years, it is that asking for
I hear the door click as it closes.Never in my life had my heart beat so fast.Devils! It's like being a fucking virgin again.Not even in my years of unintentional celibacy was I so expectant.My palms suddenly turned cold and my breathing disappeared for a few seconds.What's happening to me?“Take off your dress. He looks me in the eye.Although it is an order and I am used to being given them in the room and I following them, I don't know why I stare at him without doing anything.He has to assume that I am prepared to comply with what he says, but I can't even move.I cannot classify myself as shy, as I have done things that people in their forties cannot imagine doing, from sex tied up and with toys to shit with threesomes and orgies.I am not a saint nor am I interested in being one.The sins that I have committed have led me to be who I am regardless of who I lost along the way and the opport