Blood In My Husband's Boxers Novelas e Histórias

Blood dripped from a gash on his arm. “Welcome home? What were you doing, bitch?!” He bellowed, storming towards me. “Your husband almost died and you were busy sitting around like the lazy ass you are!” I stepped back quickly, trying to avoid him. He wasn’t in his right senses and that meant things could escalate from bad to worse very quickly. “What happened to you?! How did you get injured?” I asked as he moved towards me. Why was he bleeding? Had he gotten into a fight?

I gasped, clapping my hands to my mouth to stifle the gasp that had been on the tip of my tongue when I saw the metal gurneys with chains clasped loosely around them and the impossible amount of blood that had pooled on the floor, shrinking back when the sound of footsteps pounding through the living area reached my ears. “Who’s there!” I screeched, whirling on my feet to face the door and inching backward just as Alexander’s bloodied face came into view and I realized at the same time as he did, that I had backed into a solid wall of what was unmistakably a man’s chest. The smell of sandalwood tore through my nostrils and I froze, gulping reflexively at the horror I could see on my husband’

Blood. I gasped at the sight and aroma of my husband. Crimson speckled his face, streaked across his light gray t-shirt and over his dark jeans. Before I could ask if Aléjandro was hurt, his expression stopped me in my tracks. It was as if he were made of stone, completely devoid of emotion. His penetrating stare skirted over me as he stalked to the decanter and poured himself a hearty drink. “What happened?” I asked, my voice sounding weaker than I intended.

Where are they? She could not get the pipe out of her hands as it will, surely, ooze out blood. She hated the sight of blood. It almost reminded her of that night when she saw the cut-off head. She shivered. The door flew open showing the presence of her husband standing. His hands were in his pocket as he leaned tilted supported by the wall. His expression looked bored as he eyed her. But when their eyes met, he smirked. His eyes showed the most gruesome intention in them.

“There are things I have to do. Stay here until I come back.” He turned his back on me. And that’s when I saw it. Blood was soaking into the fabric of his gray sweatpants, dark and unmistakable. “You’re bleeding on your legs!” I gasped. “What the hell happened?” My chest tightened as panic surged through me, but Alexander barely reacted. “I have to go, wife,” he said again, his tone steady despite everything. “It’s nothing. I brushed my legs on a bad branch.” I didn’t care what excuse he gave.

Only that when I do, I let out a loud yelp, my hand pressed against my chest as I stumble backwards. Because sitting by the bar with a bottle in his hand, is none other than my lovely husband. But that’s not all. He’s covered in blood, from his head to his feet. He whips his head in my direction almost instantly. The light illuminates his left side, his menacing scar mocking me as he stretches his lips slightly. “Hello, wife.”

This is a room where they usually share details about patients on one when it was serious. "Have a seat, please." The doctor motioned to the chairs in the room. "Is he okay?" I asked. "Your husband made it through the surgery without any issues. We found four bullets in his body that we have handed over to the police for evidence. We currently have him going through some blood transfusions." The doctor began to explain. "So he'll be fine then?" I asked.

very good , when my body's each and every muscles started to relax and fly in joy when warm water gave them soothing feeling. Due to this I closed my eyes in pleasure and I moaned " hummmm " loudly . "Fuck " I heard this sound so, I opened my eyes to see who it is .... It is none other than my demon husband.... Still standing beside the bathtub and eyeing me with lust. O god .... But he left the bathroom without doing anything. I rubbed my body to clean myself and got shocked when I saw bathtub's water getting little pinkish . I touched my lower region and saw my fingers painted in red ...means in my blood.

Did the box leak? And what's this fishy smell? I withdrew my hands and was stunned to see bright red blood in my palm. "!!!" What the heck?! Is this blood? It wasn't painting. I know the smell of paint. This stickiness and this revolving fishy smell. Blood... My eyes widened. Its blood... I looked at the box with a tense heart. Why is there blood on the bottom of the box? What was inside? For a moment, my heart thumped crazily.

This time Boris didn't hold back and was totally intense. "Boris" I call out to my husband. "I'm here." In the corner of the room there was a bar, that's where he was, getting a drink. "Where are we?" "This here is my room." I sit up in bed with a little difficulty, still with a lot of pain in my body. I get out of bed and hold on to the wall. I am totally naked, still with my husband's cum inside me. "I need medicine" he looks at me confused.