Basically, the conclusion of the evening is that I’m not normal because I’m barely waiting for him to leave and now that he's gone, I'm bored. Do I miss that weird attention? Or the feeling he awakens in me? Yes, I'm not normal because I don't even know how is called that feeling. I wished a thousand times that my life would be monotonous, just yes the messages of hatred and threats that arrived as anonymous, but still, cease I knew whose they were. And now they have stopped. Fear and looking back on the street is at least stopped, but I remain cautious. Today is the tenth day since Blake left, and father-in-law and Victor have him in memory for breakfast."Blake called last night. He has to complete the notice period because he will otherwise have to pay some money and there is no severance pay. It looks like he was in a hurry at home because he even said he would give up severance pay, but I did it convinced that you should not come because for now, you old man

We have lunch at a restaurant at a table for four, and I sit next to it her. She changed into a white dress. He looks to me like the most beautiful angel s with that crow's hair, and yet to me it is the greatest temptation that drives me into sin. Samantha apologizes for going to the bathroom to wash her hands, so I apologize and I go after her. When we moved away from my father and brother, I grabbed her by the elbow and make him stop. I step into her face and ask seriously."What were you doing in my room?""How do you know?" I'm not happy that she's afraid of me like this, so I answer her relaxed."You just confirmed it to me." He pursed his lips a little as he looked at me submissively, but nothing answers but looks down at my lips."Don't you dare come when I'm in the room?" Only when I'm gone? ”Her breathing she speeds up as her honey breath burns on my lips, away from hers just a few inches."Dare Samantha, dare. Whatever you're lookin

I invite Moby to come into the house to give him food so I can get through near Blake, rubbing his torso with his elbow. I hear how over silently he follows me into the kitchen and as I reach over the counter with a bag of food for Moby, Blake paused behind me, laid down his hands on my waist, and turned me towards him. We look into each other's eyes and in one blink we both know what we're going to do now. And as that bag falls out of my hands, he grabs my head closer to himself and he kisses me, first pressing small kisses, and then boldly penetrating his tongue in my mouth. The fucking volcano erupts inside me and makes me absorb it like thirsty man water while my hands fall down my body and he one a kiss causes me to withdraw like never before. He walks away from me as a threat flashes in his eyes, but I still don’t strength to escape, to end this, but with one blink, one with a wave of my hand I let it be known to continue. And he obeys me, clinging to himself, and kisses

This weird, mystical, damn handsome, and handsome man is sitting against me and looks at me like I'm his personal deity, provoking in me a desire to surrender to him at once. I know I will surrender, to give him what I thought no man of me would wish. Years of being convinced that I am ugly, miserable, fat, disgusting, undesirable, incompetent, this perfect man has annulled the sincere with kisses and immeasurable longing in the looks that burn my skin. I have already decided until Victor returns, I will take the opportunity and hand over his innocence to his brother. This, hitherto unknown the excitement that just thrives near him, just darkens my mind so I only see him. I know he almost saw my scars, but I can't reveal it to him, no more. I don’t want to talk about that part of my past at all. I'll hide them more these two days that we will spend together, and for later I don't worry because when Victor returns, this madness stops. I go to my room after lunch and prepare car

I heard about you, you know. I knew you existed, that you entered into many homes uninvited and to change the course of life. I heard you come in a cloak, so they call you to lust by mistake, passion, attraction. I heard you give a hand to both a beggar and a rich man, yes you love both old and young. I've heard you choose when in your own special way you will connect. But how do you find two of the same, two parts of the same heart, two halves of the same soul? How did you find me? How did you find her, destined for me, clean and just mine?As she lies next to me, as her black hair wraps around my fingers, while her scent remains imprinted in my sheets, I know you knocked to the right door even before you said your name. Love. I crossed that word four years ago because in agony, because in madness, because in hate… there is no place for love. How can anyone want to touch me, when they do sometimes I disgust myself? Other people’s touches remind me of what they a