LOGINCharlie Craving your best friend's sister was never part of my modus operandi. No matter how hot the said girl looked as I set my eyes on her for the first time. But there was something about Marla that tugged at my insides in a way no lady had ever managed. I mean, she was a natural perfection, just like her sister. They could easily pass for twins with their long dark curls and sexy as hell lips. The real question should be, why didn't I fall for Cara instead? I couldn't answer that. Neither could I provide an answer to the reason why I did that thing I did to her palm at the cafe. I really just wanted to shake hands with her. But the softness of her palm...God, it was so intoxicating, which had me envisioning it as her pussy. Plus, its clammy nature wasn't helping. It awakened a sensuous feeling that I hadn't felt before.It almost took control of me, making me do something I had never done to any woman before— communicate my desires that way. Heck, I couldn't even tell if she
MarlaAll through the ride home from work, all I could think about was that finger sliding up and down my palm, giving me shivers and hitting places that had remained dormant for a long time.It was so bad that I practically zoned out on the road, imagining her sliding those long hands up my thighs, awakening my insides, and then plunging it into my pussy, making me scream as though my life depended on it. "Watch it, girl! Go commit suicide in your room if you wanna die." The screeching of tires, followed by loud curses and hisses, hit my ears, dragging me out of my fucked up zoned out state. I shook off the fog, realizing that I was riding my bike right in the middle of the road. "Fuck..." I bit my lip as I steered the bike off the middle of the road, realizing just then that my thighs felt sticky. Like I-badly-need-you-to-come-over-and-fuck-me sticky. It was crazy. I mean, getting wet in the middle of the road. Really, Marla?The driver sped past me, dropping a string of curses t
Marla"When are you ever going to get a boyfriend?" The espresso machine dinged a little louder than usual as soon as the question left my sister's lips, the timer promptly going off. I couldn't help but tilt an appreciative gaze at it.Just like I was getting irritated by that question of the year, the machine probably was."I guess my coffee machine has answered that question already." Cara huffed, taking another slow sip of her coffee mocha as she braced her hand on the front deck. "You planned that, didn't you?" Her long index finger was wagging at me. That index finger that always made girls scream her name, especially when paired with her middle finger— so I was told."You wanna make it seem like I'm a broken drum, huh?"Waiting for one of the cafe tenders that placed the order, I leaned against the deck, a smile radiating from my lips, glad to have a couple of minutes to myself.The cafe was almost empty. It wasn't yet rush hour, and quite frankly, I was dreading it. People
MayaI let out a soft laugh before letting my hand trail down her body, my fingers finding her clit and circling it slowly while holding her gaze.She was so wet that the touch glided easily. Jane's breath hitched, and her hips stuttered. I kept the pressure light and teasing until she made a frustrated sound and pushed harder against my fingers.“Inside,” she said. “Please.”Smiling at her impatience, I pushed two fingers into her. She was hot and tight and clenched around me immediately. I curled my fingers and found the spot that made her thighs tremble. My thumb kept working her clit in firm circles while I fucked her with my fingers, slow at first, then deeper when she started riding my hand in earnest."Fuck me, Maya!" She let out a gasp, her forehead resting against mine. Her eyes were half closed, lips parted, soft moans spilling out with every thrust of my fingers. I watched her face the whole time, memorizing the way her expression shifted when I hit the right angle, the wa
Maya There's nothing more frustrating than arguing about a stranger ogling you with someone you have no relationship with. But I'd been crushing hard on her for months. Like, girl?I couldn't wrap my head around the direction of this conversation because she had never ventured into that territory where I had been dying to have her.Regardless, I forged ahead, knowing she meant a lot to me. She was my friend for a year. A friend whom I had been dying for but was afraid to tell. A friend whom my pussy licked at the sight of her naked. But I couldn't breathe a word. Because I didn't want to lose her.Jane was her name.She got my insides stirring whenever she was around. Just like tonight. But the only difference was the argument that didn't seem like it was ending anytime soon. "Jane, Jane, you need to calm down. Okay? I mean, nothing is going on between me and Jordan." I said, lifting my other hand and placing it on her shoulder.She stood in the middle of her living room with her a
JenaAt first, I wasn't sure she was the one whom I caught entering my room. I merely saw a silhouette, but I was sure it was a female figure.Then it hit me. I had left my laptop on when I heard my mum's voice. I had decided to get off after that intense moment in the kitchen, and I had relaxed against the bed, my legs already spread apart while the video of two ladies devouring themselves played on my screen. I heard her prancing first, and I instantly guessed it must have been my mother at the door. That was when I heard her voice and decided to come check it out.The bottom line was I still left that p**n playing on my screen. I had just climbed downstairs after helping my mum drop her stuff in her room when I caught the movement.With my heart in my mouth, I strode towards the room, praying it wasn't any of those cleaning ladies I saw earlier. But immediately, I stepped into the room; her floral scent, which had surprisingly gotten etched in my subconscious, filled the room, in







