บททั้งหมดของ Saints Don't Moan: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

PenelopeThe wind swooshed the bottom of my tunic the second I stepped foot outside. The cold gripped me immediately, making me feel chills so deep I felt like my heart was growing cold. I sneezed, the sound drowned by the heavy rain. I had taken just a couple steps forward when it dawned on me that the umbrella I had taken out was not of much use. Instead it increased the platter of the rain atop my head. It sounded like a thousand tiny pebbles were being thrown atop my head. The strong wind was relentless also, fighting with me for control of the umbrella. It did not help that the handle had become slippery from my wet hands. As I plied forward on the gravel, the bottom of my tunic became drenched in the ankle length flood that had formed because of the rain storm. My heart raced as lightning brightened the sky momentarily followed by the deep rumble of thunder. Unease spread through me as lightning struck a pine tree a couple feet from me. Perhaps it was my imagination but a jolt

Penelope The two men straightened themselves but offered no explanation. It felt too awkward to just leave now so they both stared at me blankly while I looked at them, especially Miguel expectantly, hoping for some kind of explanation. I felt compelled to say something, anything to dispel the awkwardness amongst us three. “God loves love,” I pinched myself for being so cringe but I had started down this path and I had to see it through, “love is love.” They were both still quiet.“What I'm trying to say… no judgement here.” I turned back and hastened to my room, shutting the door behind me before sliding down to the cold marble tile beneath. So Miguel was bisexual? And I should be angry and jealous but the sight of both men has turned me on. My pussy was on fire from want and I could not suppress it anymore. I had to do something or I would lose my mind. My eyes swept the room carefully, looking for what I could replace with a dildo. I found nothing. I stood up and walked

Matilda “You… How did you..?” I was shocked to see him here, standing in my room that I had yet to check into with an erection that could go all the way to my womb. “Let’s just say that I have my ways,” he had a smile on his face as he walked closer to me. “Jerome said…” He kissed my lips softly, “forget about Jerome…” “He’s in the room…” I began to mutter but my voice trailed off as he trailed wet kisses from the nape of my neck to my throat. “Let’s get you out of this dress,” he said, his voice hoarse with wantonness. He pulled the tunic over my head and flung it on the floor. My arms wrapped around his neck and my body pressed against his hairy chest as I peaked with pleasure. I was not particularly horny for him but I needed to get laid properly and Nick knew just how to do that. “Patience, mon belle,” he whispered in my ear, using the tip of his tongue to outline my outer ear. “We will get to that part,” he said, detangling my body from his, “walk to the bed.” His voice

PenelopeHe was cold and distant. I had sensed it when he had driven off this morning and now that he had come to my office to talk about Lillian and her son. I felt almost jealous because it felt almost like he cared more about Lillian than he did me. I saw it in his eyes–the warmth and passion with which he spoke about them. But with me he was suddenly cold and distant. Was it because of yesterday? I jumped from my chair, unable to concentrate on the documents sprawled all over my desk. I looked out of the window and wondered if something had changed between us. He no longer appeared eager to flirt with me anymore. Had all that teasing then been purely my imagination? Perhaps he had really brought me to Oakridge to help with the clinic and not as an excuse to try and sleep with me. “You should be relieved, Penelope,” I said out loud as I looked out my window. “Are you talking to yourself now?” I jumped when I heard Matilda’s voice behind me. “Matilda!” she had succeeded in

Penelope It was the middle of spring and today I could enjoy the serene environment that Oakridge had to offer. If only it had not been tainted by Matilda coming to scream my head off in my office and Miguel's cold approach at forcing her to leave Oakridge.The lack of emotion in Miguel's eyes and his voice troubled me. He was no longer using his eyes to follow me like he used too. The husk in his voice did not feel anymore like an attempt to seduce me. And it bothered me. I should've been happy that things were this way, that he was putting a distance between us and making our relationship only about work but instead it drove me crazy. Was I no longer desirable to him? “You must be sister Penelope,” a deep voice brought me out of my reverie. I turned back to look at the person who had spoken to me. It was a man who looked just a feet below me. I forced a smile at him and nodded. “I am sister Penelope,” I said, “I'm here to pick up Rodney.” He smiled back in a way that made his