Yes & Yes Novels & Stories

Yes to a beautiful future. The End.

Diolinda, who was still engrossed in her food, just gave a thumbs up. "Since when did your food not taste good, Mom? Your cooking always tastes better than anything else," said Rosemary, putting her food back into her mouth. While I was engrossed in looking at my two daughters who were ravenously eating, my cell phone rang -- Super Junior's Mr. Simple filled the room. Unknown number reappeared. What is wrong? Why does that person keep terrorizing me? I swiped the green screen on my phone. Deliberately to know the voice of the terrorist.

Better than names people pronounced wrongly. "And FYI (For Your Information), Madonna doesn't have any girls. Well, she does actually, adopted so... none as the same color of hair. Besides, who's to judge by that when there's genetics, you know? She may have kids with a black haired man or something." He fist-bumped the air. "I said it! I could tell you were a fan with your firmness and all." "Oh, really?" "Yeah," he said and his eyes were on my body, looking me up and down and if only looks could act, he was going to be one of those Telemundo stars making me feel the passion.

Orders coffee from the waiter without looking away from my face. "You found something out," he says. Not a question. The same way I make statements out of things I already know are true. "Yes," I say. I tell him about the gala. The colleague who greeted me. The hand at my back going still. The elevator and its mirrored walls and the one word Richie gave me when I said "you knew." Yes. Marcus listens without interrupting. His coffee arrives and he wraps his hands around the cup and listens with the full attention of someone who understands that the most important thing he can do right now is not speak.

I was so close that I felt like I was about to pass out . "If you want me to ruin you later, in your husband's bed, be a gooood girl and, " He paused and if I wasn't choking on him, I swear, I would have moaned. . " Be good and cum with me. ." " One. " " Two..." He counted, breathed, and I swear there was something about his voice that had my body burning up, " Threee!" " Mmmmmh!" " Fuckingg good!" He moaned as he came all inside my mouth, and like a thirsty b&tch, I drank it all up, squeezed it, milking more as my body shook...I had also reached the peak... with him, and I looked forward to my reward...

She was sliding across my mouth and nose and my sucking and licking and kissing intensified to meet her. She was starting to groan and gasp more loudly now, faster, harder, until suddenly she screamed “YES” and then again “OH” and then stopped, shuddering and lifting herself off me. “Soooo s-s-sensitive” she stuttered, “Gawd that was…” She never finished. Slowly getting to her feet, she took my hand and helped me up. Wordlessly, she offered me my glass and we drank again, then kissed.

"Yes, Lucas. A million times, yes." The End.

I curled up, murmuring a yes. As he got dressed, I could not help but ask, my voice barely hiding my hurt, "Walter, if you don't make it back tonight, does that mean I play one of my 'forgiveness cards'?" I looked up at him, trying to steady my quivering voice. He tied his tie with practiced ease, his smile as unwavering as always. "You go ahead and use it." Walter ran his fingers through his hair, seemingly unfazed. "I'll be back before you know it, no need for 'forgiveness cards' today!"

"Are you still there?" "Yes. I'm here."