I think back to what I did this afternoon, and I wonder if maybe it's a complete nonsense. As soon as I pressed the key to send the message, I felt something very close to regret and was tempted to send another message backtracking, saying that something unexpected had come up. However, something deep inside me told me not to do it, to let things flow... that I should let this woman get deep inside of me...A high-pitched sound made me jump. It's the oven alarm, telling me that the salmon is ready. It took me a long time to decide what to cook, since I don't know what Harper's tastes are, even though I suspect that she is neither vegan nor vegetarian. Remembering the way she delighted in eating her bacon this morning made that clear to me. In addition, fish is a good option for dinner, accompanied by a delicious white wine and a pleasant chat.Strange as it may seem, I don't think of this woman as a hot body with which I can satisfy my male needs, but as an intere

Daniel feels an immense desire to jump on Harper and devour his mouth with a passionate kiss, as soon as he opens the door, but he knows how to hold back. At the same time, he wants to hug her with the greatest of tenderness, hold her in his arms and fill himself with the scent of her hair that must surely smell delicious. He stands for a while and watches her. She looks radiant in that little white dress and side-swept hair that covers part of her left shoulder.He cannot suppress the urge to lick his lips, for the idea of taking off her clothes and exploring every corner of her body takes over his reason. He forces himself to think about something else, or else he will end up behaving vile and depraved, and he will fuck her there, without further ado, without regard or delicacy.He steps aside for Harper to enter and waves his hand, inviting her to pass.“Welcome to my humble home, Miss.” He smiles coquettishly.She doesn't move. She ju

I open my eyes suddenly, realizing that it has already dawned. The sensation of good sex draws a smile to my face, while the delicious memories of the night before flock to my mind.A beautiful woman, panting, moaning and sweating, between my arms, crying out more and more, as her soft hands touch me. My skin burning to the touch...I stir between the sheets and stretch my arm. I grope for the naked body of this woman that I love, but I can't find it. I get up quickly, frown, and take a quick look at my surroundings.“Harper?” I call her.However, I don't get any response.Dante suddenly appears, rushing through the door like a cyclone. He gets on the bed, wagging his tail and looks at me with great enthusiasm. He starts licking my face.“Have you seen Harper, friend?” The dog looks at me and cocks his head. I must stop talking to my dog, or else I'll end up really crazy. I stroke his head and ruffle his hai

I hold the balcony railing with my hands. It is very cold. I stare at the horizon. The orange and blue tones are the protagonists of the beautiful view that I see in the sky. The sunset is beautiful from here. I put a hand to my head and again take a deep breath. I need to calm down a bit.I turn around and sit back in the comfortable, White, leather chair where I've been gazing out at the scenery for the past half hour. I take a deep breath and blow it out, staring at the little gadget from hell that refuses to chime. Not a fucking message, not a fucking call... nothing.“Shit!” I mutter, I grab my cellular, I get up and go into my house.Dante lies on the rug in the living room.I need to keep my mind busy, or else I'm going to go crazy. All right, I can call Harper and end this ordeal, but no, I'm not going to make that mistake. I do not do that.It is not my style.I take a quick look around me. I am looking for somethin

“Planet Earth calling Daniel.” Ryan waves his hand a second time, in front of my face. “Houston, we have a problem,” he continues joking.“What?” I shake my head hard. “What were you saying to me?”The spouses laugh out loud at my funny reaction.“Maria was asking you if you're going to want more.” Ryan points to my plate. “And I said that tomorrow I'm going to have to find you an appointment with a psychiatrist,” he laughs out loud once more.“What?” I frown and look at Ryan. “Why would you do that?” I shake my head hard.“Because you're behaving so weird,” the gray-eyed brunette mutters.“Me? Behaving weird? It is not true!”“You haven't stopped acting like you're a victim of a stroke since you got here.”Maria laughs with amusement.“Are you going to want some more?&r