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‘I did not say I wanted to do that. ‘You didn’t say you didn’t want to either though. Imagine how good he would look, and taste with chocolate sauce dripping off that handsome hunk of a body.’ She teased, and I suddenly felt myself getting all hot and bothered. Trying so hard to think of anything other than the images Akira was trying to put within my mind. The thing was, the images were far too appealing. And I quite liked the idea of licking chocolate sauce off him now Akira had mentioned it... “You okay Bailey?” Asher asked. “You look a little flushed.”

That must be a good sign. They walked around the store, and each time Alecia picked up a book, Ryder added it to the stack in his hands. She kept waiting for him to protest even though she knew he wouldn’t. Ryder would spend anything on her. When she had scanned the whole store, and Ryder had at least eight books in his hands, she sat on a bench in front of the magazine section. Ryder sat by her side and looked at the covers of several books. She picked up a Glamour magazine and flipped through it, stopping when she found a picture of a girl with limbs like twigs. The model looked so gaudy with the gold painted all over her body – her eyes held a vague look as though she was already dead. “T

Claire could almost hear the crack of the cane, the silent screams echoing in her mind. She shuffled through the images, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Each photograph seemed to tell a darker story, plunging her deeper into a reality she hadn’t imagined possible. A particular photograph caught her eye, stopping her cold. Aiden’s face was twisted in a look of wild obsession, his eyes dark and intense, a stark contrast to the man she had come to know. There was no tenderness, no restraint—only raw, unchecked desire and a hint of something far more disturbing.

Sure, he's abrasive, but I don't think he's that bad. I look at the blank canvas before me. Paints at the ready. I look around my little corner at the beautiful landscapes, the portraits of random people. These pictures are the expressions of my heart. I find comfort in them. My eyes scan the portraits one by one, trying to find inspiration, when my eye travels to a corner I rarely venture to look at.

I ordered my Big Mac and strawberry milkshake and then found a corner to sit in and then opened my phone and started going through my social media and listening to some music to hype me up for the afternoon rush as most of the private school kids in the area would come by. Antoinette had just finished her spring collection so the demand would be great. A shadow came between me and my sunlight which caused me to look up annoyed. To my surprise it was Grayson in tow with an order of food. "Hi", I said tentatively not sure why he would approach me. He gave me a bright panty dropping smile that showed me that he has dimples. Removing my air pods I smiled back him. "May I sit?" he inquired.

Of course, she's going to see right through my bs - she knows me all too well. “Well, of course, I actually wanted a picture. What sane straight woman wouldn't?” I let out a laugh and she giggles with me. “I believe that's the truth. So...?” I glance over at her from my phone. “Are you saying you want to see?” She nibbles her lower lip. “Well, maybe. Is it a good picture?” “I think so. What makes it a good picture to you? There’s no dangly bits, if that’s what you’re after.” He’d taken a very tasteful photo that showed off his sexy physique without being too graphic or lewd.

Astrid went to the very corner of the library where the books that belong to the mystery section were located, she was fond of reading mystery genre books as well as horror. She already has many collections at home but she wants to explore more. "Nice," her eyes were fixed on a book when she read its title. "Arts of Death, photography and reasons." Her attention was immediately hooked by it so she hurried and picked it up and brought it to the selected table. Many things were bothering her mind while opening the book. The feeling of enthusiasm-her eyes sparked upon seeing the pictures from the book, trying to focus her eyes to the left page wherein a dead bird being pinned in a transparent w

The estate was too big, too intimidating for faith to even dare cross the line. But when the wolf is agitated, it is also harmful for the human. The wolfs agitation captivates the mind of the human and makes them do crazy things. Faith would rather take a risk and make a run than br trapped in her room and cry over her condition later. Faith was not stupid enough to leave through the front doors. If the estate was so protected, it was common sense that there would be guards by the door. Faith made a small detour and went to the kitchen instead. The huge kitchen was as big as her house, modern and aesthetic. Faith had to stop and stare at it for a while, whoever had designed this whole place,

She was about to run out of breath as she looked at his suddenly approaching handsome face. She took a step back, with the glass window behind her, there was nowhere to retreat. "These books aren't mine!" She defended. "And whose are they?" "I don't know..." Jeff opened one of the books, only to see men and women naked and folded over each other. Every part of their bodies could be seen. Especially the man's penis, the picture was very harsh. "Don't you like that too?" "Yes, I just like it. What's wrong?" Kourtney decided to answer honestly.