Lahat ng Kabanata ng Unspoken Pleasures : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Oftentimes, I take a stroll down the naked beach just to watch naked young bodies. Women often take pride in showcasing their bodies but I guessed I was never one of them. Young men on the other hand were provocative to my eyes and I wished to the stars that I had one man between my legs. There was a particular dude I watched, broad-chested, tussled hair and strong biceps. My eyes would trail down the contours of his taunt bum, around his full lips, and begin to fantasize about him making love to me. I never knew his name until I had a girl's date with my two naughty friends, Rhena and Thelma. "Why do you keep giving me the eyes?" I asked Rhena, who had her eyes fixated on me. "Have you been masturbating, Davina?" Rhena threw in. My eyes bugged out while Thelma spluttered out the juice in her mouth. "What the fuck, Rhena, we are outside," I swat her hand as my voice grew into a whisper. "Why would you ask her that?" Thelma pulled her chair closer -interested to hear th

My breath quickened and my hand trembled as I jerked up into a sitting position, letting the phone fall. "Davina?" He called. How did he know my name? I asked myself. Did he ask Jasper? Had they been talking about me? Quickly my finger tapped on my phone's screen, cancelling the call. In a minute, my phone was ringing again. It was Jamal. Couldn't he just give it up? I groaned. He finally decided to call me after seeing me touch myself, I rolled my eyes. Reluctantly, I picked up the call. "Hello," I said. "Hello Davina, I just want to apologize," he rasped. "You called to apologize, over the phone?" I was irked. "Please, listen to me. I was thinking I would see you probably when I was coming out of Jasper's house. I was given the wrong description. Your doorbell wasn't making any sound, your door was open and I let myself in." He explained. "But you walked into my room and saw me....," I swallowed my words, it was better not to push it. How would I ever re

I cross-checked my undies again, they were my preferred favorite color; red. I didn't want him to think that I didn't come prepared. But we were not having sex, I smirked at myself. Then I put on my white tee top on jean short skirt, and spritzed a hint of Victoria's Secret perfume whilst nodding at my reflection in the mirror. Jamal's place was trekable, he lived alone in a rather small but cozy apartment. The interior was decorated with pictures of bare-chested models of older men. I moved towards the plush chairs, I was nervous that I needed to sit. "Do you need some water, wine, or coffee?" He asked me. "Nope, I'm fine," my butt landed in the soft chairs. He eyed me closely. "Last chance, Davina. You can turn back if you don't want this," he warned, stretching his hand towards me. I took his hand without hesitation, "No, I want to do this. I came here on my own free will. I do have a problem though." My heart was hammering now as his eyes probed me to talk. "What

If I told him how much he made me crazy, wouldn't that sound lame? Wouldn't it be madness if I voice to him how efficient he made me feel. He would think it was my hormones driving me crazy. And I was just a horny girl. "I don't mind, Jamal. You can kiss me as well," I voiced out. His eyes sparked a surprise. He moved close, "wouldn't that tarnish what's left of us?" His fingers stroked my face. I certainly wasn't listening to him. I was overwhelmed by his sensual mouth. I leaned forward to kiss him but he was swaying his lips away from me. "Listen to me, Davina. As much as I want to make you cry tears of joy while I make love to you, I just can't," he grabbed my face in his hands. My stomach did a backflip, he wanted to make love to me? Then why can't he? "Why?" I asked. "Because it's not proper," he touched his temple, walking away from me. My pussy throbbed, I wanted him. Why was he doing this to me? Damn his ideologies! "That's not some tangible reason, Jamal.

Ryder Jenkins felt his skin tingle, something was wrong. Elianore had been gone for over twenty minutes, something was wrong. "Where...is your friend?" The lad's voice cracked as she tried to move. "Don't move," Ryder warned, walked over to the door, opened it and peeped. In the far distance, lights from torches hinted at two familiar figures, Elianore and the captain. What was Elianore doing with the captain? Wasn't Elianore supposed to get whatever equipment and report back to him? This was insane, Ryder's stomach suddenly tightened. Elianore was betraying him. It was only a matter of time before the captain and the rest of his colleagues walked into the room which was holding the enemy. Ryder slapped a hand to his temple, what was he going to do? This was treason punishable by death. He swiveled towards the woman at once. "Can you walk?" he asked the woman. The lady's lips curled up in a slow smile, revealing her feminine expression as the moonlight streaked acro