Clark was tired as soon as he released, he was panting heavily when he collapsed on top of Ashley, his load on top of her stomach because she asked him not to release inside of her. She did not want to feel his load inside her. He was asleep as soon as he collapsed so Ashley pushed him off slowly and put a blanket on top of him. She didn’t know what to do now, and she wasn’t drowsy, so she decided to go on a tour herself. After cleaning herself up in the grand washroom, which was as big as her bedroom, she put some clothes of Clark’s on, because her own dress wasn’t comfortable at all. She moved around the room as quietly as possible so as not to disturb Clark, who was snoring away. She left the room tiptoeing. She started wandering around the massive building, looking at all the paintings that coated the walls. Most of them belonged to Clark and a woman, who Ashley assumed was his late wife. She was gorgeous. So gorgeous that even Ashley paled in comparison. They both stood in th

Hector could see Mary slipping away from his fingertips. He had a feeling their marriage wouldn’t last long. They hadn’t even had a proper conversation in so long, and whenever they did it would end in a fight. He was sure she was cheating by now, but he couldn’t say anything to her because he had been doing the same, for more than a month. He had gone out with his friends one day and they had taken him to one of the strip clubs. There he met Jasmine, a stripper who was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Mary paled in comparison to her. Jasmine had done a lap dance for him, and he was mesmerized by every inch, every move of hers. It was like she was a siren, calling out to him, enchanting him to fall in love with her. “You’re very handsome,” Jasmine had complimented him, and he hadn’t felt so good about himself in so long, “are you married,” she asked him. “Yes,” he replied in a tiny voice. “Then what are you doing here?” she asked him, genuinely curious. “I don’t know,”

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We’ve lived in this place for as long as I remembered. I was born in this house. This has been my home. But now we were moving. To a different city altogether. I was sad but also excited to see a new city. Nineteen years was a long time in a single city and the opportunities and people that the new city would bring had me captivated. “Did you pack up all your things?” Mom asked me as she walked by my room. “Yes, mom,” I told her. I had been packing since last night so I wouldn’t leave a single thing behind. Almost 7 boxes were filled up from all the stuff I owned. I heard the new house we were moving into is bigger than this one, so hopefully, I would have enough space left over even after placing the stuff from these 7 boxes. I was a hoarder of books. 3 of these 7 boxes were just books I owned. I would buy books, read some of them, and never give them away. I wouldn’t want to miss even a single one. We were off at about 10 A.M. in the morning. We were supposed to arrive by 6 P