Todos os capítulos de RAW DREAMS:{50 Stories}: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Maria The rain hammered against the window of my apartment like it was trying to break in, mirroring the storm raging inside me. I stood there in the kitchen, staring at the shattered pieces of the vase I'd just thrown across the room. The argument with Jason replayed in my head….his voice rising, accusing me of being too distant, too wrapped up in my own world. But it was him who'd crossed the line this time, flirting with my best friend right in front of me at that dinner party last night. I'd confronted him, and it exploded. He had taken his jacket from the chair and stormed out, slamming the door so hard the walls shook. I sank onto the stool by the counter, my hands trembling as I picked up my phone. Texts from friends asking if I was okay, but I couldn't face them. The silence in the apartment felt suffocating, like the walls were closing in. I needed to get away, to breathe fresh air that didn't smell like regret and broken promises. My eyes landed on the travel brochu

The next morning, I stirred awake to the smell of coffee brewing, stronger than the oatmeal from before. My body felt stiff, like I'd run a marathon in my sleep, but the light streaming through the window was brighter, promising a clearer day. I lay there for a minute, listening to the men move about…pots clanging, chairs scraping. Part of me wanted to stay buried under the blanket, pretend this was all a bad dream, but hunger and the need to assess my options pulled me up.I dressed quickly, finger-combing my hair, and stepped out. The main room looked almost cozy in the daylight…fire banked low in the hearth, sunlight glinting off the table. Josh was at the stove again, pouring mugs, while the others were sitted…Rick nursing a cup, Ben flipping through a dog-eared magazine, Carl whittling at a piece of wood with that same knife from yesterday.“Sleep okay?” Josh asked, handing me a steaming mug without waiting for an answer.“Better,” I said, wrapping my hands around the mug. The c

Standing up, he unbuckled his belt, the clink was loud in the quiet room. His jeans dropped, boxers following, revealing his cock…thick, hard, veins standing out as it bobbed free. He stroked it once, eyes on me, then climbed back onto the bed, positioning between my thighs.“Gonna fuck you now, Maria,” he said, voice rough with need. The head nudged my entrance, slick from my release, and he pushed in, inch by inch, stretching me around his girth. I moaned, legs wrapping his waist, pulling him deeper. He bottomed out with a grunt, hips flush against mine, then started thrusting in with steady, deep strokes that filled me completely.The bed rocked with each movement, his hands pinning my wrists above my head, body covering mine. Sweat slicked our skin, the slap of flesh echoing softly. He kissed me again, swallowing my gasps, his pace quickening as he chased his own edge. “So tight,” he groaned, angling to grind against my clit, sparking aftershocks.Tension rebuilt fast, my body re

The day dragged in uneasy routine. I stuck close to the cabin, avoiding the woods where Ben and Carl headed out to hunt. Rick tinkered with an old truck in the yard, grease smudging his arms, and called me over to hand him tools. His fingers brushed mine each time, lingering a beat too long, but I pulled back, busying myself with laundry by the stream. The water was cold, shocking against my heated skin, and for a moment, I let my mind wander….to Jason, to the life I'd fled, now feeling like a distant dream.By afternoon, clouds gathered again, promising more rain. Josh found me on the porch, staring at the treeline. “Thinking of running?” he asked, leaning against the rail, arms crossed.I startled, shaking my head. “Just... waiting for the storm to pass, to call for help.”He chuckled softly. “Radio's still dead. Might be days orr weeks.” His hand settled on my shoulder, thumb stroking my bare skin. “But you're not alone. We take care of our own now.”His words sent a chill down my

“Yeah, just... intense.” I turned toward him, our faces close in the dark. His thumb traced a slow circle on my skin, sending a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with the film.The plot twisted deeper, but my focus shifted. Rex's arm draped over the back of my seat, his fingers toying with the ends of my hair. I leaned into it, the tension building like the movie's suspense. Halfway through, during a quiet scene, he tilted his head. “This is nice,” he murmured. “Being here with you.”I met his eyes, the glow from the screen reflecting in them. “It is.” My voice came out softer than intended, and before I could think, his lips brushed mine…a tentative kiss that deepened when I didn't pull away. His mouth was warm, tasting faintly of the cola we'd shared, and I melted into it, my hand sliding up his chest.We broke apart as another scare boomed, both of us chuckling breathlessly. But the air between us crackled now, charged. Rex's hand moved to my thigh, resting there innocent