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Introduction: Black housewife finds young white stud at bookstore. Read and enjoy.... ********** "Hi, may I help you find something?" I ask as I approach a strikingly beautiful woman looking around the bookstore. "Yes," she smiles at me. "I'm looking for books on orgasms." She says it so matter-of-factly that it catches me off guard. Or maybe it's her exquisite eyes, deep brown with an almost oriental look, coupled with her mahogany complexion that makes me catch my breath.

Who knows what will happen to us after today. “Hello, beautiful,” she says, and I smile back.

It looked like it was all thrown inside the box with a rush and checked off a list that was used to park the things. Good morning Mrs. Vegas. I greeted and Micah mother went still in shock and the box slide out of her hands and fell to the floor spilling out its contents. What landed closed to me what an envelope written in Micah handwriting? * Yes, I do know Micah handwriting. Sue me, it is very neat and beautiful.*

and he kissed. The world is full of surprises, and love is one of them. THE END AUTHORS NOTE: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING BLISSFUL HELL, EVERYONE!

Victora leads us into the dining room and I frown, but I don't push the subject. "I should get cleaned up first," I tell them, and Shane nods. "Take your time." I trudge upstairs, pushing open my room door to find a small gift box on my bed. Taking a cautious seat on the plush rug, I grab the box and untie the ribbon. Inside of it, was a small ring, will there papers beneath it. I took the ring first, and it was just a simple gold band with letter engraved at the bottom. S. B. Samuel Blue. I bit my lip to keep them from quickening as I slowly slipped it on.

In the vibrant awakening of spring, the rain always tasted faintly of unmapped potential and rich, wet earth; in the deep, bleeding dark of autumn, it tasted exclusively of bitter iron, decaying concrete, and the definitive end of things. Tonight marked the precise one-year anniversary of the catastrophic night the luxury penthouse at the Pierre Hotel had transformed into a raging, multi-million-dollar funeral pyre. Outside the heavily fogged plate-glass windows of the newly established Halsey Street Bakery, the city of Newark was completely bathed in a miserable, persistent grey drizzle that turned the distant streetlights into blurry, bleeding halos of amber light. The dark streets were re

I woke up to the sound of my phone going off. I sat up, grabbing it, confused. No one had ever messaged me, and I didn't have friends. Picking it up, I opened the message. good morning, beautiful. I hope your day is as beautiful as you. a smile came to my face, my cheeks burning red as I felt a mix of things that I could quite put my finger on. morning who did you get my number? A few moments passed before my phone buzzed again with a response.

Belle’s mother would always say to her. Chapter 1: As the sun’s rays hit the earth with a rather subtle amount of heat, with the blue sky glistening in its light, Belle, a beautiful teenage girl with light brown eyes and dark long hair sat in an open field very close to her house. The flowers around were beautiful, bright and colorful. They moved in a way that it seemed like they were dancing to a tune which could only be heard by them. Belle sat on a cloth on the ground while she watched a movie on her cell phone.

She smiled a little bit at me, giving me comfort and assurance. "Hello, Madam. I'm Beauty, a good friend of your son. Your son bought you your favorite flowers." She slowly placed flowers on my mother's grave. "Don't you know that yellow is my favorite too? I also like pink roses. It's nice to meet you." Beauty dipped her head halfway and shut her eyes. She seems like she's offering a peaceful prayer. I felt my jaw tense up. I took out the sunshade from my back pocket and put it on. I watched Beauty kneeling and tenderly caressing my mother's engraved name.

I tapped on the screen to open the message. “Hi.” I blinked in disbelief as I read it two more times. Unsatisfied, I continuously swiped my finger across the screen in hope that there was more. But that single word remained the only thing in the message bubble. “Hi.” That was the only thing she sent to me. I felt a little ache in my heart as I read it again. There was no sympathy, apologies or the likes. Just a casual ‘hi’, as if everything was all right in the world. I read it one more time, then I turned off my screen and set my phone down. Lenny was still swamped with customers when I glanced in his direction again. A short, muscular man was before him and they seemed to be exchanging wor