Cantik Novels & Stories

I close my eyes and allow myself to fantasize. I can already picture myself rocking gently in the rocking chair on a breezy afternoon sipping fruit juice and getting sucked into the world of my newly acquired copy of Haruki Murakami's 1Q84 with Chet Baker's Almost Blue playing softly on the turntable in the background while butterflies happily suck nectar from the California poppy flowers outside. The sound of a dog barking from a distance drags me back to reality and I open my eyes. I take in the rest of my surroundings.

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Muttering my name like he was chanting spells. He started rubbing my clit with his thumb, circling it slowly as he bit my nipple hard enough to make me jerk, I called his name, like I was cursing at him. I caressed his head, two fingers dove into my pussy, he started curling slowly and switched back to kissing me.

The next day, Gabe updated his Instagram with a new photo. A blanket covered his lower abdomen. One hand held up the camera, deliberately revealing his chest and the ambiguous marks along his neck. On the other pillow, a woman's profile could be seen—eyes still closed. Caption: [So what? She's still mine.] The post was made visible only to me. No—also to Carrie. Because she had liked it. I glanced at it casually, then tapped "like" myself before going to sleep.