365 Days With Self Discipline Novels & Stories

Tyson reminded. “Come on, you can’t give up an opportunity like this for mindblowing sex”! Chance mumbled, while teasing Dr. Tyson in the same process. “Besides, we won’t be having less sex, we will be having the same sex, just less frequently.” Dr. Tyson could feel Chance smirking on the other end. “We have like twenty one days left.” “Twenty.” Dr. Tyson corrected. “No, it’s twenty one.” Chance retorted. “Why do you think it’s twenty”?

365 days without sex made me realize it was, in fact, nothing I could handle. I was starving. When was the last time I’d had a good orgasm? When was the last time I’d cum so hard I’d seen stars for a few minutes. I was tired of touching myself every night. Now, it barely did anything to arouse me. Which was why I’d taken this bold step in the first place.

it's mafia book ,with pain betrayl , twist and cliffhangers, you will surely enjoy the book. Read with some jazz music on. hope you enjoy it. "lets see your hate for me wins or my love for you wins " "This 365 days will a hell for you my love " "This 365 days will be haven for my husband " "AUGUST 1" *daily updates* Chapters start from next page hd hc hv hb ih ii 9ib uv bv yi vi yc ug 8g ni 8o go hi uh no 8g ou n8o df gh bh bh gv c fr ft fg vg v vg vg gy gy gy

“I swear to God, and I don’t even like him, I will fuck that pretty mouth of yours till you beg me to stop.” “What I’m doing right now is called self restraint. I have been hard for the past thirty minutes and it is frustrating me so done get on my nerves”, he whispers in a harsh tone. I gulp, forcing my eyes to stay focused on his face. As if I hadn’t been fighting for my life since I entered the bathroom. Nodding absently, he whips around and returns to the comfort of his bath tub. That allows me to have a minute to catch my breath. Damn, that was so hot and scary at the same time.

Day 5 Another day, making MJ's time for Patima lessened. Their first Friday as a couple, it's probably Patima's problem. Patima woke up at the wrong side of the bed, feeling groggy and unmotivated. She couldn't sleep last night because of one thing, eye contact with MJ. Yes, making eye contact with someone seems normal but something is different when she did that with MJ. She couldn't pinpoint the problem- oh, she could but she doesn't know what to call it.

I would prefer to talk to June until her short attention span remembers my bald head. "How many classes a month?" I asked June. "Maybe fifteen to thirty," she said. "That's almost every day," I pointed out. "He really has no romantic bone and I think he needs as much rebranding as he can get," June said. I couldn't even tell if she was being serious or just saying, but she did look really serious. After a while of talking about her husband and his inability to be romantic, she went back to asking if I was a monk.

Instead, he looked almost tired. "Anything else?" "They said I don't know what you did." Silence. I watched his face carefully. He wasn't surprised. That scared me more than anything. "You know who it was." "No." "You're lying." He looked away. I stepped closer. "You know." "Drop it." "No." His gaze snapped back to mine. "Christiana." "No!" I raised my voice. "I'm tired of everyone telling me to stop asking questions. I'm tired of being locked in a room. I'm tired of people talking about me like I'm some secret I'm not allowed to understand."

The message sat unanswered for three days. Ava was aware of this in the background of everything she did, the way you were aware of a door you had decided not to open, present and specific and requiring a small continuous effort to leave alone. She went to practice. She attended her classes. She worked on the campaign strategy document that now had eleven bullet points and was beginning to look like something functional. She did all of this with the quiet discipline that governed most of her life, and she did not open Mason's message again, and she did not respond to it, and she told herself this was because she had nothing to say and not because the question had unsettled her in a way she h

So better to escape than die in this prison. Meanwhile in the Mansion, Ryan who has a habit of waking up very early, suddenly felt uneasy on his bed. He opened his eyes and looked at the table clock. It was not even 4am! The alarm didn’t go yet and it never happened before that he woke up like this feeling restless! Never happened in last many years. He is a man of discipline and his routine is very well maintained. He wakes up sharp at 4.30 am everyday and goes to bed at 9.30 pm. In last many years this has not changed, not ever broken. Whatever may be the situation, he has strictly maintained his routine. Even if for business, he has never broken his daily routine. The alarm may be late, t

she sounded so desperate. "It was hard, it wasn't an easy route but I was able to overcome it, I doubt if it will work for you, but you can try it, who knows it might work out for you." "Tell me what it is Derek, talk to me," she said pressing my hands warmly. "I locked myself up for ninety days without taking it, the only thing I did was to eat fruit, eat food, exercise, and give myself to my hobby." "Just that?" She asked looking unconvinced about my answer.