My One And Only Lover Novels & Stories

It was as if he were the only one in the world who could stir her emotions. It drove me mad with jealousy. If I could not feel better, then I would make myself feel better another way. I could not bear to hit her or scold her, so the only place I could push her to tears was in bed. No matter what she felt for him, time would wash it away. The one who would stay by her side for a lifetime could only be me.

It looked like a woman going to war. Against her daughter. For her lover. For the life she refused to lose. And as I drove into the night, thunder rumbling overhead, I whispered to myself a vow, a curse, and a confession all in one. > “The things we do for love… they never let us go.”

And between her thighs, the expert caresses of that afternoon's second lover. She was not a bad person, not at all. She was just a woman in love with her lover, who used all kinds of blackmail and trickery to keep him by her side. For an instant, he thought Arthur would refuse since he wasn't one of those who liked threesomes in that way. But she did it to punish him and show him that she was in charge of their relationship.

"We have to call him today", Ashley mentioned as she removed the card from her bag. She took it from her since she wanted to keep it well for her. She knew that their was a chance for her to throw it away. But she didn't want that to happen. She badly wanted her to reach out to him since she thought that the stranger would make a good boyfriend for her. She didn't like seeing her single at all and always wished for her to have a boyfriend. That's why she snatched the card so that she could be sure that she would call him.

"Because you do it with every girl, even Luci, who is like one of the coolest and most beautiful people ever. Then who am I? I don't have a Cinderella complex. I'm not the type of girl to think that a guy will simply think she is so special." He looked at her with an overall serious expression on his face. "First of all, you are special. Now let me clear up some misconceptions you may have. I told you I loved you, I've never told any girl that, not Luci, not anyone. I know what you think about me. You think I'm a player who enjoys being with different girls. I'm not going to deny enjoying being with different girls, I absolutely do. But I'm not a player, and I've never told any of these girl

him slowly hissing as she sinks down onto him earing a deep sigh from them both. He lifts his hand and touches her faces God baby I have missed you so much. oh really like you didn't do this with anyone. No not one just been waiting to be able to come back to you. what about you he ask as he kisses her neck. well I ahhh he stops and looks at her you uh what. who who do I have to kill for touching what's mine. you promised when I left you wait for me. Well you didn't say you be gone 7 years a mean a woman has needs. A woman what about me my hand has been my best friend every night waiting to come back to you and you went a fucked what some Bata or something. Hey now I didn't say that you did

Please leave me alone. Sam was not sleeping either. He was reminiscing his sweet time with his cute baby. He had kept his right hand on his chest. He heard what Christine said. He had a broad smile on his face. He thought- I have left you alone for too long. I can't leave you alone. You can only return back to me. You are mine, my sweetheart. I miss you too much.

She is losing her temper. The guy threw a glance at Gail. "We are all aware that Jeremy has a lot of admirers and secret lovers." Dave's eyes glinted. He continued. "And one of those is Yenny."

“Do you follow the season here? The weddings, mostly. Monaco loves a wedding. All that hope, publicly notarised.” A pause, gentle as a blade going in slow. “I find the second weddings most interesting. A woman humiliated at the first, given a second chance to be believed. The crowd always wants to know whether she’s learned to be careful.” He wasn’t looking at me when he said it. That was the courtesy. He handed me the whole sentence and the privacy to bleed on my own time. I buttered a piece of bread I had no intention of eating and kept my hand steady, because a steady hand was the only true thing I could give back, and I have bled in front of worse audiences than one clever man.

He asked. I shook my head. “I can’t have someone.” “Uhuh…” His husky voice is making me dizzy. “And I wonder why…” “I’ve loved only you…” I heard him smirk in my ear. “And I’ve loved only you, too. The only one, remember that… You’re the only one. You’re my only one.” And like a warm hand touching my heart, I feel like I’m slowly melting with the softness of his voice. My system is going crazy with his sweet words—the words I will forever only want to hear.