Un Poco Novels & Stories

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“Then let's dig in.” And together, all four of them had their dinner; two of which ate hurriedly like pigs while the other two could only watch in amusement while occasionally stealing glances at each other. ▬▬▬▬▬●●▬▬▬▬▬ Translations Piccolo — Little one Come stai amore — How are you, love? Il mio amore — My love Mimma — Child Prendersi cura di voi stessi — Take good care of yourself.

Confirm. Just like that.

Pahabol niyang bilin. ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

she moaned. Marc, busy nibbling on her ear, chuckled, the sound vibrating her sensitive lobe. "Hey, Thad, isn't there a French expression for pleasure that involves dying?" Dark eyes, with a tiny pinprick of red, a color she'd come to appreciate as she now associated it with excitement and not pain, at least when Thad wore it, met hers. "Ah yes, la petite mort, an eloquent way of saying climax. Something you'll be enjoying several of."

On the night she was thrown out of their house by her father, she had one friend she was close to during her college days. When her friend ,Winnie saw how devastated Ellen looked when she got to the knock on her door,she immediately asked Ellen to come in. After offering her water and drink Winnie then asked "to what do I owe a visit at this moment without even a call?"Ellen had drank up to half of the water she was being offered;she was tearing and this pricked Winnie to care for her friend what could possibly make her cry, meanwhile she asked Ellen to try and take the drink since she hadn't touched it for like 50minutes she came in.

I’m almost certain I didn’t. Almost.

Interesting. * * *

> “Soon.” ---

Like a word waiting at the tip of your tongue. But, not yet. Almost.