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We can help each other to feel satisfied. I grabbed full fists of her hair, forcing her to move faster, as I fuc*ed her mouth. " That is right, baby," I said, and she moaned in pleasure. " Now, come here. I want your pus*y." Monic released me and lay down next to me. I spread her legs, pushing my fingers inside her. This was another thing I liked about this relationship. Here, I did not need to pretend it was more than satisfaction. No sweet talking, flowers, or gifs. Here, all I had to do was rip off clothes and fill her to the brim.

It was an article with a headline that read, Siena Coleman debunks relationship rumors with Dominic Kingston, calls it a friendship. “Friendship?” I scoffed. Those two looked nothing friends. At the course, she eyed him like she wanted him in-between her legs, and glared at her like he wanted her dead. Whatever they had in the past was clearly not serious. I guess you can stop worrying now, Miss,” Freya smiled, collecting the tab from me. I gave her a slow, amused look, the kind that always made people rethink their life choices. “Worried? About her?” I scoffed. “Freya, really. She’s forgettable. I don’t stress over girls like her.”

My stomach tightened at the memory. He'd probably been joking. Had to be. The heat of the moment, adrenaline from fucking me senseless. People said crazy things during sex. Still. The idea wormed its way into my brain and wouldn't leave. A real relationship with Alexander. No deadlines, no clauses, no financial transactions. Just two people who actually wanted each other. It might be wonderful. Or it might be the dumbest thing I could possibly consider.

It felt like the calm before a storm, but this time, I wasn’t afraid. “Let’s start with our goals,” I suggested, grabbing a notepad and pen. “What do we want to achieve together?” Leo took a deep breath, his brow furrowing with concentration. “I want us to travel again… to see the world together. But first, we need to focus on our health, our happiness.” I nodded in agreement. “And maybe we need to set some personal goals too? Things we can work on individually but still support each other?” We began to brainstorm, filling the page with revisions, aspirations, and even wild dreams we had kept hidden away. Each idea brought us closer, laying the groundwork for not just a relationship but a pa

I’m exactly how you would look like in the future. | What do you want the most in a relationship? | security respect | What is one thing about you that other people don’t know? | I don’t like being called stupid., or a sl*t. Nobody does. | What part of the opposite sex do you like the most? | hair height | What do you want to do so badly right now? | be dead to the world CENSORED | What careers are you considering or have considered? | fashion designer influencer perfume-maker

she said. I nodded. "He wants us to have some kind of non-relationship. I just don't get it," I said. Grace looked even more confused than I was. "What do you mean?" she asked. "He wants us to hang out, and if at any point in our non-relationship we want to hook up, we will, but he doesn't want just sex. He wants there to be, like, feelings or something," I said. Grace crossed her arms. "That boy is weird," she said.

I'll make sure you don't need to look at others anymore. There were four main desires in life that everyone was after: money, power, fame, and lust. The first three didn't interest me, while the last one was definitely tempting. I replied, [Well, that... doesn't sound too bad.] It was just an online relationship anyway. Of course, there had to be conditions. No public announcements, no couple avatar, no video calls, no real-life meetings. He wasn't thrilled but agreed. And so, two years passed. As he became more stylish, I found myself enjoying his photos and videos more and more. I realized he could pull off all sorts of different looks.

Like I’m not spiraling into some kind of horny emotional crisis. I clear my throat sitting up, then casually ask, “So uhm…what do you think about, uhm...like...a relationship where two people hate each other...but one of them always wants the other to touch them?” She turns to me her eyes wide, then squeals. “Who is it?” “It’s not me.” I snap, slamming my palm against her lips, heart pounding. “It’s a...friend.” Yara blinks, unimpressed. “Mhm. Sure.”

I leaned up on my elbows and sat on the couch, looking at my friends. "Just posted on I*******m. #S'cute #BestFriendGoalsz #AdorablelikeKittenandPuppiesyaozie #SleepingGoals #TwoHormonalTeenagersFoundCuddlingInHeat #Goals2k20,” Rio muttered, typing furiously on his phone, and so did the others, speaking rubbish. My mind woke up a little. "What? Bitch in the heat?” I snickered, hiding my grin in the fist of my hand. “That sounds like a bad porn title.”