Blackberry Stories Novels & Stories

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

"How did I know? Of course, I was so close to you but I didn't feel any air coming from your notrils, that's why! Haha" This guy is amazing. He sure notices even small details. When all was quiet, my stomach suddenly growled. How embarrasing. "Ohh tummy, we are near the gasoline station. Just one more block. There's a bakery near there to grab rolls and coffee." He said while touching my tummy. I felt some weird sensation with his touch. Again, we are not werewolves but still there is that sort of magical spark that they talk of when a mate touches you.

The screen was cracked and I pressed the home button. It revealed a photo of her holding a teddy bear looking so happy and cheery. I slide unlocking her phone, the weirdest thing is she doesn't have any passcode. I was really curious so I opened her gallery and looked through her photos. She doesn't have much photos but some of her photos is about her dad and brother. I swiped to look one by one but she doesn't have any photos of herself except her wallpaper. Everything about her work or maybe a shot of transcript about a money that she sent.

Her laugh was different there—softer, like the weight she carried didn’t exist between the branches. She’d sit, sip her tea, and tell me stories that weren’t from books. Stories she made up. Ones she said were “just for you, mio cuore.” There was one I remembered more clearly than the rest. It was about a boy who could talk to trees. He didn’t know why at first. People thought he was strange. But the trees listened. They told him stories, warned him when danger was near, comforted him when he cried, and didn’t want to explain why.

EMMA I lay there in a sweaty, sticky heap between Sarah and Jake, my body buzzing and my pussy still fluttering from the endless orgasms. The sheets beneath us were soaked. Jake’s cock rested heavy against my thigh, still semi-hard and slick with our combined juices. Sarah’s hand lazily traced circles on my stomach, her full breasts pressed against my side.