Cartas De Besos Novels & Stories

(Anastasia's POV) I turned the card over to see the word, 'Aphrodite' printed in bold font letters. I scrunched my eyebrows up in confusion and looked over Ally's shoulder at her card. Her card also had the word, 'Aphrodite' across it. I smiled in excitement. I don't know what the hell this means but at least we got the same word.

On the side, I spotted a little card, Cara and I read it together… ‘Dear ALEXANDER LA’VARDO Welcome back from your vacation. I hope that you had a wonderful and relaxing time with your beloved fiancé. Please accept this gift with open arms as it is a gift from the depths of my heart. I’m sure that this gift will be very useful to you. P.S. for your eyes only Lots of love Yours truly ’

It was a stunning bouquet of long-stemmed red roses. "Woah." I exclaimed softly as I lifted the beautiful bouquet, unconsciously breathing in its fragrance. A sense of tranquility washed over me, instantly lifting my mood for the day. Afterward, I picked up the small, white card attached to the roses and carefully opened it. My heart fluttered as I read the message, ‘I'm sorry about what happened last night, my love. I hope to make it up to you today. Sincerely, Gunther.’ Gunther wrote his name in a graceful cursive style, and I couldn't help but gush at it. His handwriting looked so beautiful, delicate, and manly.

"And he always keeps it in your first drawer. It's a Cartier bracelet. He wrote a note 'happy birthday from Elias'. How special." She says sarcastically as she closes the drawer. I go to the roses. There's a note attached to it saying 'For the girl who gave me her world, I love you, or in other words te amo, я люблю тебя , ti amo - Nicholas.' A small smile falls on my lips, thoughtful as always. "It's from Nicholas." I give the note to her. "He said I love you in 4 languages, impressive. When do you think you'll speak to him?"

I've learned that once you're getting a massage nothing should be in your head and I agree with this masseuse. Cleanse your mind. That is what I do. After the massage, I sit on the couch and read my birthday messages from my book club ladies, oh and Chris too. All their messages make me blush. Even my co-workers back at Monet's wished me a happy birthday. Leave it to Carlos to be extra when it comes to wishing me a happy birthday. He sent five birthday stickers and five birthday gifs. He might be annoying at times but his version of wishing me a happy birthday has made me happy, if this were a competition, Carlos would have won first place in wishing me a happy birthday.

This time, roses—deep crimson, their petals velvet in the dim light. No initials. No signature. Just a card slipped between the stems. My hands trembled as I pulled it free. Four words, written in the same deliberate script as before: “You saw me.”

he says, grasping her soft tits in his hands and feeling her taut nipples press through the thin material into his palms. "Not those," she laughs, bringing her right hand up and showing him a small box of cards. "This!" The box reads, "Sex Deck: Playful positions to spice up your love life". "There are fifty cards with fifty different positions," she says triumphantly, "and we're going to try them all." She wraps her arms around his neck and grinds her pussy against the bulge in his pants. Sliding his hands under the back of her babydoll, he cups her bare ass cheeks as he pulls her against him.

In the portrait, they were perhaps in a tourist place of some sorts as they were underneath a very beautiful, well-illustrated waterfall which was gushing over them while they stood there in each other's arms, completely wet and dripping, with their clothes sticking to their bodies but they didn't seem to care as all that mattered to them, all they had eyes for was each other… Gosh! That portrait! The emotions it portrays…it was just too much that it was palpable. Unable to handle the feelings it evoked, Angelina hastily turned away, looking at everywhere but the frame. And as she kept moving her eyes, they fell on the forgotten card in her left hand. Raising the hand up, she held the card i