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And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

Just heat. And it’s only getting hotter.

I bet I’ll sleep like a baby. That night I slept like a baby and the day after I was ready to live. I wake up full of energy and ready to go. In Dubai, it can get effing hot, 35 degrees is considered to be normal. I pack all the summer clothes I had and am ready to leave for the richest and most populous city in the UAE. The city where all the most beautiful women, models, actresses and influencers in the world drop in. My boss and I took the plane together, in the business class lounge of course. Comfortable seats, stunning views and beautiful, friendly stewardesses. A traveller’s paradise. My boss, who was sitting next to me giggles like a schoolgirl, “see how beautiful the stewardesses ar

Leaving her to decide if she wants to tell me, or not. "I... Have a humongous crush on Mason. "She confesses, and my jaw drops. " What!? "I question in a harsh whisper. *********************** I'm home in my house's backyard, tending to our dogs when I hear my father scream in pain from inside. My heart flies out of my chest at the agony in his voice, and I find myself running into the house. I turn to a sculpture of ice when I see what's before me, in the kitchen.

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

Rachel sat in a chair at her kitchen table, cradling a hot mug of tea in her hand. She had no idea how long she'd been sitting there. Hours, probably. Gabe had tried repeatedly to get her to go to bed but she seemed stuck in one place, unable to move. The shock of seeing Lincoln Harris walk into her house, in a role she never would have ascribed to him, learning he headed a global terrorist organization, had frozen her into virtual immobility. And that he had been cold-hearted enough to kidnap his own parents. She was stunned at both the vileness of the act and the revelation of Lincoln Harris as an international terrorist. How could he have involved his own parents? Put their lives in dange

"Oh dear! I sometimes feel same too. Would you want to try horror stories?" "Certainly not!" Amy snapped as her forehead puckered in fear. "I have enough terror to deal with already. No need for more". She added causing both women to chuckle simultaneously. "You have no options left, apart from reading religious books", teased Mabel. Her eyes flashed as she widen them instantly. "That's it!" Her index finger was pointing to Mabel then she repeated in excitement, "I want religious books". Mabel looked heavenward with a smile, "thank you father!"