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| As usual she went to bed alone.
The night seemed dark and too short. She knew that soon another day would come, And she’d have to go to work. She sighed, taking off her slippers and getting under the blankets. Shivered slightly from the cold sheets covering her body. Sleeping in a Big-T was the most common thing for her. All those fancy nightgowns was for women with someone to love. Love, she sighed again and tuned off the lights, Love is for the beautiful people. She closed her eyes and his face popped up in her mind. His beautiful black curls surrounding his face. The brown eyes reminded her of something she felt long ago. She could still hear his voice. Soft and like silk, it always made her feel safe. She lay on her stomach, resting her head on her arms. It felt like nothing more than a moment before she felt herself drifting off. A hand slowly ran up her leg, lifting the shirt up and over her ass. She trembled softly, savouring the touch of his warm hand. Another hand on the other thigh, spreading her legs slowly. Sliding up and down and soon connected to her pussy outside her panties. He stroked her lazily a few times before lifting her gently, pulling down her underwear. His eyes searched for a way to release her luscious body from it’s prison and decided… It was time to let her join in. He placed himself next to her, removing a hair from her face. “Poppet! Time to wake up.” He whispered and kissed her lips. Ocean blue eyes met his and a smile spread on her lips. “I thought you’d never come…” She managed to say before he claimed her lips. His tongue broke through her lips and started feeding off her sweet mouth. Her hands searched for the base of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. With a giggle her hands wandered across his chest, cuddling against the soft hairs. “I simply love that” she whispered and gently squeezed his nipple with her fingers. A moan escaped his lips and he felt himself being turned on more than he could take. “Honey, please, I am burning for you.” He lifted himself, making her hand connect to his pants. She eagerly unbuttoned his pants and he kicked them off. His eyes were closed and he trembled when she wrapped her hand around his erect penis. “Ohh God!” His voice was raspy with passion. He flipped her over and in the split of a second pulled off her nightwear. They were both naked now. Dancing the dance of lovers in the light of the moon. She felt his cock nudge against her opening and bucked her hips. Bringing her closer to him. “Do it,” she urged him, “take me, please!” With one fluid motion he thrust himself inside her. Filling her insides he held still to let her adjust to his size. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, Before he started moving back and forth. Small whimpers escaped her mouth, Each time he thrust inside to the base. She squirmed beneath him, as if trying to get even closer to him. “Lay still:” He said and took her wrists, pinned them with his own hand, above her head. She met his thrust each time with the movements of her own hips, Bringing them closer and closer to fulfilment. He threw back his head as he felt his release nearing. The strength in his hand disappeared and she was again able to move. Her nails raked across his ass. It was all the encouragement he needed. He slammed himself inside of her, making her scream slightly each time. “Cum for me, bebe.” He egged her on. She held on to the sheets as she felt herself clamp down onto him. “Cum with me, please.” She moaned and he pounded inside her one last time before roaring out his release. The rode each other to the very end. The scent of sex apparent in the small room. A single tear fell down her cheek as she opened her eyes. A ray of sun fell in through her window, revealing an empty cold bed. A soft sob before drying her eyes and getting ready for work. |
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| I hope you like it.
Warning... not a happy end. Memories of a past life. Prologue: Taylor's eyes opened, his lips parted as if taking a breath for the first time in a very long time. The air filled his lunges, offering new life to a half-dead. He blinked a few times before swallowing. The darkness was hard to get acquainted with. Turning his head he saw a blond beauty by his side. He couldn't remember her name nor remember who she was. The bile rose in his throat as the darkness suddenly smothered him. He fell out of the bed as the sound of gunshots startled him. Looking around he realized it was all in his head. "I'm sorry Matty, I never knew he was able to do something like that." he muttered as he curled up in a corner, his legs pulled up to his chest. The memories from the event came crashing down on him. They left, Matty turning his back to his father. As if in slow motion a car had came crashing in the side of their van. It had knocked the car onto it's side and it didn't take long before Benny's thugs came rushing to Matty's side, dragging him out onto the street. Taylor looked out the front window. Blood running down his forehead. He had seen Matty, he had heard Matty begging for his life before the gunshot took the noises away. Taylor was back in the apartment. The girl was at his side, a hand on his sweat-soaked shoulder. He realized that must have been screaming. "I'm... I'm sorry." He mumbled before getting up, getting dressed and walked out the front door. The sweat on his face, mixed with tears. Chapter 1: Taylor unlocked the door and looked around. The apartment was nice, filled with windows, giving the light entry into every room. "And in here we have the kitchen..." The man said, gesturing towards a small room. Taylor smiled when he saw it. It reminded him of his mother. He saw the rest of the apartment. A big bedroom, a big living-room and a fairly big bathroom. "And the neighborhood is a good one as well." He said and looked at Taylor who raised a brow. And what's that supposed to mean?" He asked and crossed his arms over his chest. "Nothing sir, it's just that... are you sure you can afford this place?" Taylor felt his blood boil... He walked up to the man and grabbed him by the collar. "I can afford it alright, and ya know what? I pay cash as well." He growled and put the man down. "Now get out of my apartment." Taylor pointed at the front door. "I expect payment before 2 days then..." He said but Taylor didn't allow him to finish, he slammed the door to his face. "Your precious money is already at your office." He yelled out at him. Taylor turned around and smiled. "Finally on the right track..." With his new keys in his hand he went out to find furniture to fill the emptiness of a new home. |
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