Romans & histoires Sweet Afternoons

And while he had bitten the ogres, he hadn’t swallowed their blood, unconsciously knowing it was poison to him. The last person he’d drunk from was Grace. He’d gulped from her neck, her taste so decadent he’d wanted to stay there forever. And maybe he would have. Maybe he would have drained her if the thought of losing her had not slammed through him. That, followed by the thought of sampling the heaven between her legs, had driven him to leave her neck and descend. And he’d never been so glad to end a meal. Between her legs, she was sweeter than the nectar of honeysuckle.

She had always been in control even the first time she had kissed him she was in full control of her emotions but now all that flew out the window and the kiss became even deeper. He explored the inside of her mouth. She tasted sweet like cotton candy in the morning. The forbidden fruit that you should never taste. He felt her lean into the kiss and became even more dominant. The kiss invaded her thought all she could think about was him and how much she fucking loved the feel of him next to her. She was holding his shirt for lives sake while he was supporting her waste. When he finally let her go. She was panting and out of breath. "You like it."

But I was too gone to comprehend what happened. …… Sleep now, dear darling, My bud of tuberose flowers. Softly go to sleep Like the bee on the flower. Duerme ya, dulce bien Mi capullo de nardo. Despacito duérmete como la abeja en la flor. Sleep now, dear darling, Sleep now, sweet love You'll have sweet dreams While hearing my song. Duerme ya, dulce bien Duerme ya, dulce amor Dulces sueños tendrás

The soft chirping of birds provided a pleasant soundtrack, creating a harmonious symphony of nature. The scene exuded sophistication and warmth. Friends gathered in nature's embrace, sharing stories, laughter, and a moment of respite from the world outside. It was a delightful morning rendezvous enriched by the company of loved ones, the beauty of the garden, and the attentive service of Divya and Prisha. "It's sensible," George said as he sipped his tea, "One can have tea with or without sugar." Anita couldn't resist teasing him, "Ah, the sugar baron of Brazil strikes again!"

I'm frozen, skin burning, chest heaving. He leans in one last time, his whisper threading through the noise. "Consider yourself saved." Saved. The word tastes bitter. Because it doesn't feel like salvation. It feels like exposure. Like humiliation. Like he just made me a pawn in a game I swore I'd never play. Before I can say anything, the bottle clinks again, laughter spilling over me like poison. The circle closes in, hungry for the next victim. But I can still feel his mouth on mine, his whisper in my ear, his eyes warning, daring, promising all at once.

He didn't smell bad, but his shirt was wet with sweat, and he might get sick again. "No, Mommy. It's just too hot here," he replied and took a bite of the cupcake. Styx grabbed the shirt and helped our son wear it. I sat back on the bed and took a cupcake. The design was simple, but it looked delicious. There was chocolate syrup on top and some icing. I took a bite, and it tasted so good it was like the heavens sang. I gave him an approving sign. "Delicious." He smiled and leaned forward to kiss my temple. "Thank you."

In my mind I was fighting over a thousand thoughts. My eyes scanned around the place as I walked in. Bright walked to some corner place and took a seat as his eyes lingered on mine. I smiled at him looking at my surroundings. The floor was wood as well as the walls and tables. There were glass racks beautifully designed and on them there were colorful sweets and desserts. Most of all there was a fresh aroma lingering in the place which smelt like fresh cookies and cream. I walked around the counter place reaching to the back of the café, and opened the door which said 'staff only'. Just as the door opened a strong freshly baked pastry smell hit my nose. It was so mouthwatering.

It's a promise. Serenity nodded, hugged the woman once again. Few minutes later, they got into a car and left the premises. ************** Valentina sat on of the benches by the pool side, a large hat over her head and a cappuccino cup placed on top the stool beside her. She took off her glasses, inhaled the fresh air from the resent waves. "Val." Someone called from behind, and Valentina slowly turned her head. She smiled, stood up to hug the young woman who had just stepped out of the house to join her.

And yet we have arrived. I went out but I could really feel the awkwardness and hesitation. “Do you want me to get the red carpet for you?” he muttered. Wow, he is really sarcastic. I entered his room. It was painted with garden green, with brown and orange ceramics. It was really clean and tidy. Pretty flowers too. We both went to the living room. “Can you wait for a little moment? I’m going to prepare our dinner.” he spoke as he removed his bag.