Don't Moan My Name Mga Nobela at Kwento

he murmurs. “What?” “My name.”

All of the recordings only have one word as the name, the few I was able to grab the name were: Shine, Moon, Stars, Smile, Happy, Heartbeat, Love and Laughter. I scroll down and it was a very long line of recordings. One of them had the name Lust and I knew immediately which it was, still I clicked on it and I heard my moans, the same one that was uploaded on the school site. I quickly paused it, not wanting my mother to hear it, although I knew she wouldn’t but I just didn’t want to listen to it again.

My name where hymns used to live. “Father,” I moan, my nails raking down his arms, my body tightening around him, “I’m so close, please don’t stop, I want to cum with you inside me.” “Say my name,” he pants. “Not Father. My name. I want to hear it when you fall apart.” “Callahan,” I scream, and I shatter around him so hard my vision goes white and my bound wrists yank the stole taut and my pussy clamps down in waves that pull him deeper with every pulse.

His face comes back to the camera. "Let me call back?" I tell him then cut the video call. "Sorry, Monica," I give a rather nervous smile, setting my phone and macchiato aside. "It's Moana." She corrects me, rolling her eyes. "Sorry, Moana," I offer a sheepish grin, "I'm not looking for a friend at the moment?" "I'm guessing because you have too many?" She raises a perfect brow. "Um, yeah, that," I nod anyway, "Way too many."

Tony remarked. “Yeah, you have no idea how much of a relief that is. Just hearing his name sickens me. I don’t know how I’m going to spend six months with this lunatic and not go totally insane.” Moira said. She spoke passionately but with a low voice. “It sounds like you’re whispering; where are you right now?” Tony asked.

“It’s going to get lonely in here girlie. If you ever need company, just call out my name, and I’ll be here to give you what you need” “What’s the name?” “Mosle”. I don’t fancy Mosle, and I’m not interested in his offer, but if in five days no one comes to get me out of here, I might just accept his proposal.

It was very appealing! I bit my lip in my teeth and watched as her eyes traced what I was doing with my lip. I then released it and smirked at her reaction. "How about your name and number?" She ducked her head down sheepishly, then tucked her hair behind her ear. She then met my gaze again. "My name is Monique, but you can call me Mo for short. I will give you my number at the end of my shift." She flirted with me. I knew that she was playing hard to get, and I could always compel her, but for once I would just play her game. "When is your shift over...Mo?" I asked in a husky voice.

“Why don’t you make a new one from your old one? Since you can’t get rid of the Band on your wrist, it would make the most sense to just turn a negative into a positive.” “What do you suggest?” I said, scraping around the edge of my tin. “Nomo?” Diesel rattled “Mono? Sounds like a disease. Who names a person after a disease?” I tried to hide my laughter. I knew a few people walking around with some very questionable torture and disease names. “Noom?” he sighed “Omon?” I heard him gasp, and I cringed instantly. “I’m not being called Omon” I snapped “oo-mon? I’d rather go with Mono.”

“Got a name?” “Valerie… Valerie Mo'monte.”