Semua Bab One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger: Bab 191 - Bab 200

The bag she’d been carrying was there. He took another look around before reaching in to grab it. He had to lean a fair way in and would stink of dumpster when he was done, but he managed to snag the edge of the bag with his fingertips and he pulled. The damned thing was bloody heavy. He pulled it out over the edge of the dumpster and dumped it on the ground in front of him. With trepidation, he unzipped it and then stood back and stared. Pig trotters. But as he peered closer, he realized that it wasn’t just pig trotters, but was in fact what looked like nearly a whole pig sliced up. Now he was more confused than ever.Lisa showered, washing away the blood and the pervasive smell of pig flesh all the while cursing Mason and his rotten timing. Why did he have to catch her every single time? The guy must have heard like a bat. She’d finally been able to get rid of all her earlier frustration as she worked at dismembering the pig - in her best time yet - and then she’d had to run into hi

He supposed that Lisa was the reason he had been able to find the glitch in his game. He had been trying so hard to avoid her - any and all indications of her - that he had shut himself away with his headphones and applied single-minded focus on the game, working until he could no longer see straight. It was the only way he could fall into bed and sleep without thinking of her and how she felt crushed against him. The desire to have her hadn’t dimmed, but his body had been too tired to react to the thoughts of her that would inevitably snake their way into his mind at the most unlikely times. Not only had he exhausted his body in an attempt to drive the lust away, but he had starved himself of anything to do with her. He wore his noise-canceling headphones all the time when he was in his apartment and he always checked the hallway through his peephole before venturing out so as to minimize any chance of an accidental sighting of her. It was all in the name of self-preservation be

Lisa leaned back in her chair and stared at the screen. It was one of the things that she had been worried about, that this yearning inside of her to be submissive was somehow a fault. Society was all about girl power and being a strong woman, which she was in her day-to-day life, but there was something missing, and that something was someone to take control, to take care of her. It was an almost physical pain she felt when she thought of just melting into someone and letting them carry the weight for a while. Sure, it warred with her independent-woman ideology, but she couldn’t deny the truth of it. NewGRL549: So what does a healthy D/s relationship look like? But more to the point, what kind of D/s relationship are you looking for? DomMPF: I don’t want a slave. I don’t want someone meek and timid, but I don’t want a brat either. I don’t like to punish, I don’t like inflicting pain. I will spank if necessary because it is important that a sub knows her boundaries, but I ta

He looked at her lips and she wondered if he was remembering the kiss, if he was hoping to repeat it. “We’re all here, Mason,” one of the men called, Lisa wasn’t sure which one. “So let’s get this party started.” His eyes flashed regret for a second and then he turned and smiled at his friends. It was a genuine smile, but something was off with it. If Lisa had to guess, she would say he wasn’t exactly keen to have his entire group of friends here but he would never turn them away either. With a sigh, he moved away from her and into the middle of the room. Lisa followed him and found a place on the large leather corner suite that dominated the space.Mason swallowed down his anxiety and forced himself to look at each of his friends. He knew they were here to support him, but showing them this game was nerve-wracking all the same. It always was. It didn’t matter that these guys had played every single game he had ever designed. Mason still waited for the day they would call hi

Lisa didn’t quite know what the crisis was, but they did and they were there for him. She sat as still as she could, her hip and thigh warmed by their contact with Mason’s. She had no intention of moving until she knew he was back to normal and thought of it as her silent support of whatever was going on in his head. The party went on around them, the other men kept up a steady stream of chatter despite their obvious concern for Mason, and she gathered that this was a practiced move. They gave the atmosphere a sense of normalcy while Mason battled his demons silently. “Lunch is ready,” Becky called and she felt the moment Mason returned to himself completely. He seemed to shake himself free of whatever had held him captive and he made eye contact with each of his friends, a silent communication that only they understood and then finally her turned to her. He bowed his head and rested it on her shoulder, breathing in deeply. “Thank you,” he whispered and Lisa closed her eyes, rel