Novel & Cerita Freaky Couples Goals

The f*e is really huge and will easily help me finish college and set myself up for life. My dream was to finish Uni and travel round the world with that one best friend I'd meet during my Uni days. We'd go to places like Miami, Maldives, Zimbabwe, Paris, Japan, Nigeria, and many more. We'd make a list every three months to decide where to go and we'd make it to clubs, see male strippers, pay to have some smutty fun with lots of drinks, dances in pride events, and go to fun queer activities. Maybe I might even find love.

•SOFIA• For someone who wasn't exactly a big fan of extra-long flights, I'd handled our flight to Fiji extremely well. That wasn't my only relief and achievement at the moment. A couple hours ago had been one of the few times I'd braced myself to air out my views and concerns, intimidating as it had been, and Dominic had handled it flawlessly. I hadn't felt so bold in a while, marrying him in the first place excluded because that had honestly been the biggest leap of faith I'd taken for my loved ones.

“You’ll nail it. And we’re here for anything you need.” The talk turned to a group trip an idea Luca had texted about, a weekend getaway to a couples retreat somewhere fun, all the couples together: Elle and Jack, Luca and Claire, Max and Lila, maybe Sam with her new boyfriend from church. “It’ll be like old times,” Max said, his grin big. “Us hanging out, laughing, no worries.” “Let’s do it,” Elle said, her voice excited, her mind already picturing campfires and late-night talks. “Maybe next month, before wedding planning gets crazy for you two.”

After saying that, I walked towards the second floor. Zack suddenly called out to me, but didn't mention the divorce. "The dress for the company's anniversary celebration is in your bedroom. Make sure to attend." I gave a sarcastic smile but didn't respond. Who would have thought that after three years of marriage to Zack, we had never shared a bed? The day before we got our marriage certificate, he said he didn't want to touch someone he didn't love, and I absurdly agreed to that ridiculous condition. The closest we ever got was when he kissed away the tears on my face last time.

I threw my gaze at what she was looking at, and I smiled out of the overwhelming view I was looking at. I made steps until I got to where she was standing. My fingers crawled until they were positioned in the spaces of his fingers. She looked at me and smiled sincerely. “Marcov, I want us to be like them. Even though they were old enough to do such things, they did it. They were having fun, even though they could hardly step normally. I want us to be with each other the way those couples are.” My heart felt squeezed while listening to her. My eyes were still looking at the couple, and my hand never let go of her.

"Spiced? Like new positions or something? I'm down for trying that reverse cowgirl you mentioned last year." I laughed, but it came out bitter. "No, honey. Not just positions. I'm tired of missionary, doggy, spooning… the same three moves on rotation like we're scared of getting lost." I took a breath. "I want to go crazy. I want to feel alive again." Dave turned the water off and faced me fully, arms crossed. "Okay… talk to me. What does crazy look like to you?" My heart hammered. This was it. I'd rehearsed this a hundred times in my head. "I want us to invite another couple. I want to watch you fuck another woman while I fuck her husband. And then… all of us together. No hiding. No vanilla

I trailed off, fidgeting my fingers, I don't know if he doesn't like the fact we wore the same colors. He chuckled, and came closer to me, “It’s fine, just get ready for the paparazzi to take pictures of us this way, it’s gonna be like couples goals, right?!.” He picked the suitcase and walked out of the room without waiting for my response. I quickly followed him, bowing my head as I walked, my cheeks were so heated up, I didn't want him to see me like this, all because he said couple goals, he sees us as a couple.

"We could be unstoppable together." "We already are," I pointed out. "I love that so much," I said, feeling excitement building. "This is starting to feel real. Like we're actually planning a life together." "We are planning a life together," Freddy said firmly. "This isn't just daydreaming, Kaelia. This is what I want. What I intend to make happen. You, me, a house full of kids, a life full of purpose and love. That's my future. Our future."

"I knew you'd come to appreciate my offer." Amellia smiled.She's utterly proud of black mailing us. She sound more sure of herself now. My wife Dahlia just smiled knowing. "Actually, we wanted to say, we know you don't really want to do it this way. You don't want to force someone. You want a threesome but it needs to be with willing people." I said "Yes of course it's preferred. I would rather you both be willing that way it's more intimate." She replies. "But we're not." I said sternly.

Looking back maybe everything about us was wrong from the start right until the end, except for the good sex. Perhaps I was just trying to fool myself that we were a loving couple even when we rarely did anything together because we were too worried about our relationship being exposed. For me, I was scared because I was afraid of losing my job if anyone from our workplace found out. For him, he was probably more afraid of his real girlfriend finding out. Looking back, our relationship was nothing more than meeting up for heated sex and going out on secret dates that ended up in very steamy sessions at random hotels. ‘Fuck buddies’ is what they call something like that, right?