For a woman that is so dedicated to her looks, I am not one to have to spend so much time on it. People go out to buy expensive or fancy outfits to make themselves look better. I personally compliment the garments. I can make just about anything look good. I am that damn gorgeous. Andre had found this pretty summer-like dress in the color of a lilac. It was tight fitting around the bosom area and my waist, but it then led out like an opened flower, stopping above the knee. It had two layers. The first was made of silk, and the top was nice sheer. It had thin straps that went over the shoulder and criss crossed in the back, beautifully tied into a small bow. It was cute, to say the least. Not sexy, like I was used to protrying, but cute would work for the event. It wasn’t in good taste to overshadow the super rich and popular. I was going as a guest, and needed to behave like one. I pulled my black hair back into a messy, yet simple bun, leaine a few strands hanging in the back and fro

Kale and I made our way through the crowd of people, all sort of heading in the same direction to the reception hall. Some were stopping short of the room, looking for people they came with, or engaging in conversations with others. I just wanted one more drink and I’d probably call it a night. At one point in time, someone was in such a rush, they had accidentally pushed me. I lost my balance for just a moment, but it was long enough for Kale to have to grab me by my hips, and wait for me to adjust my stance. All I could do was flash a friendly and thankful smile, being sure to ignore the fire in his eyes. Was he like this anytime we touched? I wanted to explore that more, but I knew that was a bad idea. We found a table that was empty. I took a seat while he went on a search for something to drink, stating that he was going to need something stronger. I’d stick to my wine and the choice

I stepped out the back of the car, not needing the chauffeur to open the door for me. I needed to create as much distance between Kale and I as possible. When I turned around to bid him goodnight, he pretended to pout. I fought my giggle. It was nice to see him like this. It was cute. "Please…. Change your mind." I shook my head. "It's late…" I started. "It's 10pm." "Well…. I'm tired.""My house has a bed…" I shook my head, fighting the urge to say yes, take me with you. "I'll see you next week." I walked away quickly. I made my way to the main doors, knocking on the glass. An older, slightly round security guard wobbled ov

My core clenches as I fall over the edge once again, Shane following me just a few moments after. He asked me to stay, and before I could properly think over my response, I said yes. He set another trap, asking me something like this while giving me the pleasure I so desperately wanted and needed since late last night. My body collapses onto the floor, and he comes with me, leaving his dick inside me. He peckered kisses on the back of my neck as I took deep breaths, still dazed from the morning sex. At my peak, I said yes. I couldn’t believe I said yes. I could tell by the way that he was attached to me that he was afraid once he pulled out, I would go back on my word. “I am sticky,” I said softly, feeling guilty. This feeling wa

In the time that it took me in the bathroom, Alisha and Andre ordered off the menu, turning this into a brunch visit. I sat at the table, grabbing a few sugar packets from the center, knowing that the coffee wasn’t going to be sweet enough. The aroma of the medium roast told me so. My friends were quiet as they watched me. I knew they were waiting for me to explain. “What?” I asked, wanting to keep this indiscretion to myself, but wanting to vent about it at the same time. “What do you mean?” Alisha’s girly voice came out, as she brought her arms up top of the table, crossing them in front of her as if she was getting ready to turn this into a business meeting. “You text us 911, and ask us to bring you clothes. Something is up.” “Yes, what other