Sasha Jones Morales"Hey Sasha, do you have someone right now?”I turn my attention back to Sam and furrow my eyebrows. She knows my position regarding this type of relationship. “Sam you know very well what I think “boyfriends”, I’m not into that.” "Ah good ? I don't know you seem to medifferent lately. I don’t know what but something has changed”I roll my eyes. It's not going to be tomorrow that I'm seriously going out with someone. Especially considering how I make my living, I doubt anyone would want an escort. “Anyway, everything went well this evening ?"I nod and show him the wad of notes that Monsieur Laurent, an old Frenchman, gave me today. “3000. It is very quiet but very generous this Laurent.”He just wanted me to have dinner with him at his house. It was weird but quite profitable. I guess he's starting to struggle with loneliness.Sam smiles and I sigh.“I can’t wait to get this over with. I...I'mcan’t bother with these old people anymore.”She gives me a

Sasha Jones Morales Damon drives in silence while typing gently place your fingers on the steering wheel rhythm of an old Kanye West song, I say nothing, the wind blows on my hair and the sun is already starting to set. The sky took on a magnificent orange color. “Why did you want to leave early?” “Because I would have simply shouldn’t have come in the first place.” He sighs, probably frustrated with the wave answer that I decided to give him. I pass my hand on my forehead, a little annoyed by my own behavior. Yes it happens and it's very rare. He kindly took me back and he tries to make conversation with me and all I manage to do is respond to him aggressively. “It’s just that I heard a little conversation that I shouldn't have to hear and it made me a little angry.” “Ah…” replies the tattooed man behind his black glasses. “What did Natalie say again?” I furrow my eyebrows before realizing that he had already made me understand that I should be wary of her. It's no surprise t

Sasha J. Morales “Sasha” "Yes?" "What are you doing ?" I smile, it’s clear, isn’t it? If Ella decided to play the hypocrisy card, I won't hesitate to do it with her. The feeling of guilt disappeared as soon as I heard his conversation with that vermin Natalie. “I told you I had a proposition for you." “And you have to do this to me proposal here, sitting on my desk.” “I have to be convincing No ? Would you rather I sit more down ?" I raise an eyebrow and he massages his jaw. I think I understood that he had this little quirk when he found himself in an uncomfortable situation. “Damon, are you blushing?” And I find it kind of cute that he can't really contain himself in front of me. It makes me want even more for him to undress me and lay me on his desk to do everything imaginable to me. "Stop that." I smile and grab one of his big ones hands. “So do you want to listen to my proposal or not?” "No, I do not want. Because obviously you are not in your state normal." “I’m pe

“Did you opt for a comfortable outfit?” “I know very well that you are not going to take me to a five-star restaurant this late Mickey” She walks forward wearing an AC/DC t-shirt, shorts and converse. An outfit student at New York University. And she didn't wear makeup, though. She still looks fresh, she looks better than this afternoon. She smiled as she walked towards me. “So where are we going?” I place my hands on her little shoulders. She is very small. “You look really small without your sixteen-centimeter heels.” “You take that back right away! It's you which is big I'm all in the average. We only have about twenty centimeters apart.” “That” I repeat with a laugh. She rolls her eyes as she grabs her bag. I put my arm around his neck and we leave his apartment. “You already knew that you were going to succeed in take me out that's why you took a Jeep? she asks, furrowing her eyebrows.” “Yep,” I say, opening the door for him. Discretion assured. “So I’

Sasha J. Morales I always wanted to do this. Even if It's not in my nature to wait. I must be on my third glass of wine, and I'm dancing to Lana Del Rey's voice, Body Electric. A silk nightgown over my $1,500 lingerie. Wearing expensive lingerie to drive a man crazy? Deliciously enjoyable. I look at my watch, 8:54 p.m. Is he going to come? How could he not come.... I down my glass of wine in one go before placing it on the glass table next to the sofa. Maybe I should slow down and not drink a fourth otherwise I risk collapse before I even find out if Damon came. Or maybe just a little bit. I grab my drink just as I hear the door slam. I turn around and raise an eyebrow seeing the big brown guy enter the bedroom. “You are completely unconscious.” he said as he moved towards me, pushing me on the couch after I barely had the time to put down my glass. “I’m some-” He silences me by placing his lips against mine. His hands squeeze my bare stomach, and it's so raw. I real