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
16 years agoMy mother is arguing with Daniel again. I hear their screams throughout the house. I see my little brother in his crib; It hurts me that he hears those swear words. I go up to him and carry him for a while."Everything will be fine," I tell her, even though I'm scared. Mom never screams so much when she's arguing with Daniel.That scares me, but he told me to stay in the room watching over Joshua."Take care of your brother," she said before closing the bedroom door.We live in a two”level house. Sometimes I think it will collapse at any moment, maybe even while we sleep. The ladder creaks and the steps are no longer colored. We have lived here forever.Joshua starts crying and I try to calm him down. I'm not as good as Mom, but it doesn't turn out that bad either."Shhhh, it's just a few more minutes." Hang on
I try to focus on what I do in my day to day since my devil gave me the best orgasm of my life and then he slammed the door in my face. He left a thousand dollars on the bed. I feel, even days later, more used than normal. Knowing me how I do it, doing what I do, I have never been paid to have an orgasm.Just thinking about it and remembering that exact moment my legs fail me.I guess the preamble increased my frenzy and my enjoyment. Looking at him and not knowing his name, his body, the way he looked at me, as if he could taste me without touching me… Those actions made me feel stronger.I know.I think so."Miss," the woman behind the desk calls me, "you follow."I don't know why I decided to come to this interview. I don't feel like employing myself or relying on a nine”hour schedule, but I need to distract myself and get that dark”haired, hazel”eyed man off me. It bothers me to give importance to those who do no
7 years ago"Thea, come home." My little brother's voice scares me. A co”worker had passed the call to me.It's barely 3:15 p.m. My shift ends at 11:00 p.m.Joshua hasn't been feeling well lately. The headaches have increased and the fatigue has increased. He had to stop going to school a week ago."I'm coming out, Josh." I hang up and take off my apron.I don't mind losing a job for leaving before the appointed time. I don't care when it comes to my brother."Thea, where are you going?" "It's the manager of the bar."I turn around and say softly:"My brother is sick again." Sorry, Matt, I have to go."Let me know if you are coming tomorrow." If you don't, I must cover your shift.I nod and go.The bus ride was chaos. People getting off at each stop and I desperate for
Damn the day I decided to forget about my devil looking for a job at this stupid company.I feel like I'm going to throw up. Something in him, in his face, in the way he looked at me, made me think I knew him from something. The truth is that I had not seen it, not years ago and not for any type of business. However, he, Dominic Dosther, did see me. Now he does it as a murderer evaluates his prey."If you'll excuse me, I will end this interview." I squeeze the handle of the briefcase and hurry out of the office.I can't remember the last time I felt so embarrassed. I've never been used to asking anyone for help, maybe before my mother died. However, after taking care of Joshua, I tried never to need anyone.Only then, when I had no money to save him and my savings and salary had gone to drugs, was that when I looked for Morton Craig for the only time."Miss Michaels," I hear them calling, but I don't turn. I can't see that conceited face again.
6 years agoI run out of Dr. Ponce's office. He has been treating Joshua for a year. My brother has deteriorated a lot. The tears don't stop coming out. I can't believe Ponce's words, which still reverberate in my head like an emotionless echo."No more than three months."How can I lose my brother in three months?I stop at the emergency exit of the hospital. The sky is dark. Just like my life and my feelings right now.I let the tears out and my body falls limply to its knees against the concrete.I can't lose Joshua. However, I also have no money to extend his life and his time with me. Your chances of survival are not great. I need him to be by my side for more than three short and passing months.“It's okay? “She is a nurse. I guess I must look stupid and broke on the hospital sidewalk.
PresentI don't want to turn around and face the owner of my sleeplessness. He dominates my nightmares; It leaves me begging him for more, watching him go and not even being able to know his name. I have lost my essence and my little interest in clients. This time nothing worked with him. I repeat, I did not even find out his name that night.But what a pleasure it gave me. He touched my soul with his hands and his body.“My friend. Charles gets up from the bar stool.I see how you are heading towards him."Charles." —That Spanish accent goes up all over my body until it kills my neurons for the right thing.Now I just want to eat him, ride him like a woman and make him see that I am capable of giving him pleasure too."Let me introduce them."I look at nothing. I know I should get up now, but my hands start to sweat. My devil is clever enough to realize
"Do you have a problem obeying me in this place?" He asks as he watches me lie down on the bed as he requested.“Not. You can do whatever you want with me. This time I can be who you want me to be, just ask. "Two glasses of wine make my reluctance and reluctance lessen."My body in underwear reminds me that the air is at its best and that my skin has to lose everything. I love how he takes over the place. Without meaning to, I began to like her most irritating part.“Give me your hands. She straddles me and throws all her weight onto her knees. This is not going to bother you. If the tapes hurt you, tell me and we'll stop it."I'm not a crystal from Bethlehem." Are you forgetting who you are talking to? Nothing you can do to me will be outlandish enough to make me run away. "I roll my eyes.""You're not just anybody, even if you work like one." She takes the time to tie my wrists with the ribbons. However, never doubt that people surpri
Santiago looks at me; I know you think about what will be next.I can't feel my legs yet.The contrast of the cold of the object and how hot my body is, like my sex, is supreme when I feel that I am burning in hell, but I touch heaven with my hands.Unleash my hands. Its touch is soft and strong at the same time.I don't want to stop now, I need to feel it. I want to have him close, inside me, on top of me. Wherever and however he wants. My mind is at your mercy. And that's worse. It is dangerous.That I possess my body is fleeting, momentary and circumstantial, but my mind ... that is transcendental.“Come.He goes to the bathroom.I get up slowly. My body is still weak. Some might believe that recovery after orgasm in women is instantaneous, but it is not my case. This man has shown me that he can knock me out even if he wants to.My bra covers me a bit. I take it off without thinking. There is no point in wearin