Small Pleasures Novels & Stories

A seconds later he came back with his small bag. “This!” He took out the straw flower I got earlier. “I want to see it." I laughed softly. “Aren’t you tired of that flower?” “No.” He placed it on the table carefully. Julian watched him with a gaze. I looked at them. It felt like I was seeing our life. A small dining table, with a father, a child and laughter. Simple things. My chest felt warm and a little painful. Our happiness was ruined by someone’s voice. “This apartment is really small.”

Everything had changed. And the particular miracle of it was how quietly it had happened, no single dramatic moment or there were dramatic moments, there had been, the but they had not been the change. The change had been the ordinary accumulation, the second mug. The rinsed bowl, the candles lit without being asked. The eggs on Tuesday. Small things, repeated. Until they were the shape of a life.

We've caught a lot of top wanted criminals here in the Philippines, but we still have a long list. I shouldn't be careless. I got back on the house and went straight to the kitchen. I'm starving. I checked on my refrigerator. Okay. I forgot to buy groceries. I pulled out six oranges and my leftover smoked turkey and salad. "Libby, remind me to run for a grocery first thing in the morning." I said and got my knife. "That is noted, Master Ethan." My AI assistant answered back. I squeezed the oranges and prepared for two servings. I went upstairs to Jessica's room holding a tray.

She appears to be kind to me. While I wait for her, my eyes roamed to check her things. She had no personal things here except her photo in a picture frame and on the wall. "Here. Sorry to keep you waiting." She said and I set my lovely teeth at her. "It's okay. Isn't it's only normal to act close to each other? Besides we're neighbors now!" I uttered while my eyes keep gazing at her from head to toe. I can see how her cheeks turned red.

No one would know. This was my last day as a bachelorette. “I think I’ve changed my mind...” I replied, almost hoarse. If I thought his gaze was his most dangerous weapon, I was wrong. When he smirked, all my sanity vanished. He moved away from me for a moment and took a sip of wine. He looked so sexy as he wiped the excess wine from his lips with the back of his hand. He ran his fingers through his hair and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his white polo shirt.

Something within her always says keep the peace. The afternoon started with wine and pizza, cakes and a variaty of roasts. they ate, they talked, they watched a movie and went to bed. Sarah missed her family. she looked at her screen it was 1am. She dialed Jacobs number but there was no answer. "They are all probably asleep", she thought. After what felt like hours of tossing and turning, sarah finally fell asleep. she was up early, they had planned shopping and Sarah needed to get her shopping done for Christmas. next week was christmass and she had not done any shopping.

I cross-checked my undies again, they were my preferred favorite color; red. I didn't want him to think that I didn't come prepared. But we were not having sex, I smirked at myself. Then I put on my white tee top on jean short skirt, and spritzed a hint of Victoria's Secret perfume whilst nodding at my reflection in the mirror. Jamal's place was trekable, he lived alone in a rather small but cozy apartment. The interior was decorated with pictures of bare-chested models of older men.

She wanted to speak to say more than thank you, to confess some of the strange, conflicting tenderness that had taken root but his answering smile closed the moment like a door with the soft, final click of a lock. They ate and the world reduced to small comforts. The morning light, the steam from the tea, the buttered toast that tasted like home even when it wasn’t hers. For a while there was peace, a thin thing but real. It made her imagine a life without sharp edges; it made her feel absurdly human and foolishly hopeful.

“We talked about this.” Lucas grinned, raising both hands in surrender. “Who wants to have some tasty pasta?” “The only thing you know how to cook, sure let's have it.” “It might be the only thing but you can't deny it tastes better everytime.” “Get out, Lucas.” I thought I heard a smile in his voice so I turned. I turned… Adrian in a suit looked extraordinary, like the hot billionaires every writer talked about… Silas Graves, Enzo, Hayden Bennett, Zade Meadows… but Adrian in sweatpants… holy fucking mother of God!

Instead, I looked up at him and directing into his eyes then gave him this wicked little smile of mine which mostly comes when I’m up to something sweet and full of pleasure. “Just get me anything which is sweet,” I purred, and I was squeezing my right breast right in front of him without any hesitation or any shy in my eyes, I was pinching my already hard nipple hard like I mean so hard without even realizing it my self. “I want something which is so fucking sweet like your big massive long cock… does the restaurant have anything as sweet as such, I mean as sweet as your long big massive cock… if they have anything sweet like your massive cock or even if it is sweeter than your long massive