Romans & histoires Blood In My Husband's Boxers

There was a red stain on the sheets amidst the white fluffy blanket. He cradled me against his chest my face in his neck as I tightened my hold on his neck. My heart fluttered as he carried me to the bathroom. “Don’t worry, I have seen more blood than that.” He gently placed me down and opened the tap. I fidgeted as he walked out and walked in with the paper bag before placing it on the cabinet.

I picked up two bags, carried them into the vault, and then returned for two more. “Seriously, what’s with your shirt?” he asked. “Trying to encourage all of us to hit the gym?” “Just you.” I placed two more bags inside then returned. “I got blood on my shirt.” “And that bothers you?” I pulled my shirt off my shoulder and held it out to him. “It was white before.” He examined the red blood that had turned the entire shirt the bold color. “How did you manage that? And why are you keeping it?” “Good point.” I tossed it on the ground and kept working. “Some prick crossed me. I took care of it.”

Just anything that will ruin his name is what I'm looking for. I also opened his drawer. I only saw briefs, shorts, boxer shorts. In the last drawer of the dresser was a large box with a red ribbon wrapped around it. I frowned so I opened it. My heart pounded hard when I saw what it contained. "O-Oh my, God," my eyes widened and I gasped. It was a vibrating dildo! Is he gay? My heart beat faster when someone knocked on the door.

The meetings I was rushing out for seem so trivial right now. As we approached the door I felt the hand that I had been clutching unconsciously squeeze mine back. I looked up and saw my mother in-law give me a reassuring smile through the tears that filled her eyes. I nodded my head, bracing myself for this. The door opened and my eye zeroed in on the only bed in the room. The tears I thought were giving me a break came out, I could not control it. I didn't even want to, lying there looking pale with bandage wrapped around his body and wires hooked up to machines was my husband. There was a bandage wrapped around his head, his lip was burst at two places and it was a disturbing color of blue

I went straight to the bathroom, I found Alessio's clothes scattered on the floor, they were tattered, wrinkled completely, then I saw blood stains on the white shirt, they were not big, they seemed more of a matter of facing a fight than anything else, however, I was worried, so I was surprised not to see him in the room, So I got dressed right away and when I went to put away the slippers, I saw something that took me out of focus, coming out of his pants pocket was nothing more and nothing less than white panties, which I took out to study very well. They were sexy, the kind that women used to wear in special moments and to my complete discomfort, they were used and they were not mine. W

OPEN" in bold letters. Unable te contain her curousity she open the box. She got the scare of her life when something bounce right into her face, and splash it with a red dye,She scream loudly that awaken her sleeping husband. The box contain another note that says, "The next time it will be your wife's blood on this box." She was so surprised when someone grab her from behind and hug her comforting her racing heart.When she turn around she was surprised to see Jordan on his feet holding her protectively.

He let out a low rumble before uttering a number of expletives in a Scottish accent. "Shit," I said to myself as I quickly opened the door once again. "I was under the impression you were leaving by the back door." Blood was dripping from his nose, and I felt my condition rapidly deteriorate. As he got out, he pulled himself up while keeping his head back so the blood wouldn't spill all over himself. I murmured such words while searching through the contents of my purse for a tissue or some other item. "Oh, I don't believe it's good to hold your head back now. It's not suggested," I said. His companion had noticed the blood and given me a box of tissues. I pretended not to notice since I did

I say, before kissing her passionately. Then I crouch down, and scoop both my boys into my arms, ignoring my torso’s pain. But then, Hazel notices it when my blood stains my shirt. Her face is a mix of worry and anger. I put our boys down, so she can clean the blood and replace the gauzes. “How’s this wound treated?” she asks. “The bullet was removed successfully and it’s negative from any infection according to the doctor. So don’t worry about it. You married a tough guy, you know,” I answer with confidence, and a little bit of teasing.

What if he was not willing to say anything after all this time I had resulted in torture because I felt it would make his lips to be loose, he could be resistant to that there was a possibility that he would not bend. Well, there was no point in worrying about it outside. I was going inside to see what my men had done. With a heavy grunt, I pushed the door open, revealing the two of them speaking to each other by the window with the blinds closed. In the middle of the cabin was the man that I thought was my husband. He was drenched in blood, his head bent and his hair looked soaked and oily. I hated myself because the first urge I felt when I saw him like this was to help him, to lift his he

I muttered under my breath as I twisted the handle, opening the door and walking in. His room smelt of fresh air as I moved further inside until I stepped on something. I looked down to see it was a pair of boxers. Without thinking, I bent to pick it up but felt something sticky soiling my hand. I looked and noticed it was a whitish substance, semen to be exact. My breathing became heavy, especially when I heard the sound of the shower running, followed by a hefty groan. A huge lump formed in my throat as I stared at the semen on the boxers, while rubbing my thighs together at the same time.