My Mistress's Eyes Novels & Stories

"And you, Chris, I will never ever forgive you. You are just like your mother, love to lead stories and be cunning! I hate you, I hate Margaretha! Forever!" *** The eyes with curled eyelashes were still tightly closed when the sunlight landed right around them. It was only after a few seconds that the eyes blinked. Slowly a pair of hazel eyes opened, in a few moments they would close again trying to adjust their gaze. Her hand was raised, she covered the morning sun that landed right in the area of her face. Her smooth white body changed position and instantly every friction that occurred between her body and the sheets and blankets made her completely conscious.

She just gazed at me, her eyes piercing and unyielding, as if waiting for me to explain or justify my outburst. It was then that I truly saw her eyes, like two rich, velvety brown pools that seemed to hold a depth of emotion and understanding. They were fringed with thick lashes that added to their allure, and their warmth drew me in like a gentle embrace. Her eyes were like melted chocolate, smooth and inviting, with hints of golden light that danced in their depths. They were eyes that seemed to see right through to my soul, and yet, they held a softness that made me feel like I was gazing into a gentle summer breeze.

To think of the hell Alicia went through when Damon married Elizabeth must've been how I was feeling right now. I am such a fool! Hours from now I will be branded as the mistress, a title Rachel once held dearly and which will never be enough for me. "Liliana open the door!" Damon shouted, hitting the door with his might. Amidst all of this little Liliana was my comfort, I pushed the cradle back and forth, watching her sleeping was bliss only that she could be disturbed by Damon. I left her in the cradle and went ahead to attend to Damon before he create anymore drama for the both of us.

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

the lady replied smoothly. From the corner of her eye, Emma saw Mrs. King smiling warmly at Martha, while Mr. King remained entirely focused on his phone. Deeply relieved that the master of the house wasn't paying attention to her yet, Emma took the opportunity to assess the lady's appearance. The woman was stunning. She appeared to be in her late forties, yet the flawless smoothness of her complexion and the sheer elegance of her luxury clothing gave her the appearance of being effortlessly, timelessly beautiful. Her eyes were honey-coated—easily the most stunning hazel eyes Emma had ever seen.

She mustered up the courage to open it up, seeing her text. From: Lyza Yang To: Samantha Lee Sam, here are the proofs of your boyfriend’s mistress. It’s real and I have confirmed her identity. I’ll tell you later tonight. Her jaw dropped on the floor as soon as she scrolled down the contents. There was a woman in front of her, and he’s tucking her hair behind her ear. It was a little blurry, but Sam can recognize who that woman was. Tilting her head to one side, she couldn’t help but to feel enraged. It’s similar to a volcano awoken for a thousand times over. The lava will came out as the final piece of information showed up in front of her eyes.

"I... I apologize, Mistress. I completely had no idea it was you. Please, forgive my ignorance." Odessa chuckled and walked round her, her crimson gown swirling around her ankles like a hungry flame. Odessa was a little stunned by the lady's appearance. She had expected her to look like a slave. And yes, she did look poor, but her face was nothing like she had imagined. She had the eyes of a goddess - round, sparkling, with blue balls. There was just something about her eyes that made it difficult to resist. A forget-me-not kind of eyes. Odessa had never seen anyone with such pretty eyes before.

She eyed me up and down like I was not worth the effort. Wait, what? Satisfy? "Friendly advice, should the Mistress find out that you're here now, you will not have it easy. Watch your back." She said with a slight snarl. A Mistress? There's an actual mistress here? Huh. Then her eyes glazed over. It lasted for about ten seconds then her eyes focused on me again. Then she sighed. "If you need anything, and I mean anything, just let me know." Her voice suddenly chirpy again as she faked a quite convincing smile.+

Before I could answer, I breathed in Mistress Lune’s perfume because she was so close, and I jerked back before I realized that she was checking my eyes out. “No, they are just sightless.” “I gather as much. Your eyes aren't even white. Still bright, wild, and brown.” She murmured. “But blindness is not a simple consequence. What book is it? You need to tell me the truth.” I drew in a slow breath. “I can’t explain all of it yet.”

My mistress gave me a very last suck, it was earlier than liberating my deflating cock. Venessa and my mistress were given up on their knees, dealing with every difference. Venessa positioned her fingers on my mistress's shoulders. My mistress positioned her fingers around Venessa's neck. I could not even breathe as they leaned closer to every different and licked. I could not trust it, I changed into seeing my myth girls licking my cum from every different face. It changed into indescribably erotic.