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He was silent. Watching the guests waltzing — crystalline and beautiful — their faces alight with the numbing adrenaline of alcohol and the sweaty exhilaration of a party. He’s had his tongue dipped in the honey of the party but something doesn’t sit well in his stomach, the once-sweet taste now churning poison in his gut. He gulped down a heady swallow of his drink, running the back of his hand along his mouth.

“I intend to,” I said over my shoulder as I hurried out the door and across the street. I instructed Benét to draw me a hot bath and then anxiously paced the floor until she had the tub half-filled with hot water. I stepped into the bath and then slid beneath the water. It was so hot it nearly scalded my body. After a moment, I spread my legs and let the hot water touch my private place- slipped my fingers in and let the water deeper inside me- it felt deliciously sinful. I wanted to be fresh and clean for my night with Boudreaux. I bit my lip in anticipation and tasted blood… hurry, hurry

I relaxed somewhat and decided to nibble one of the flaky pastries his servant had sat in front of us along with an assortment of fruit. The pastry was a delicious accompaniment to the creamy sweet coffee. The streets below were soon emptied of carts, horses, and of citizens… I thought of Myles and wondered where he would weather the storm… and lastly, I thought of Louis. Had he met with this storm as he traveled to Barbados? Was he as safe on board a ship as we were here? That day, marked our one-year wedding anniversary- I should be spending it with Louis not Boudreaux. Boudreaux reached for my hand and squeezed it. When I looked into his eyes, he

With his wife in a great mood, and eagerly anticipating a romantic dinner, the ride to Zefferelli's proceeded smoothly, and they exchanged conversation with ease. When they entered, Tom held the door open, then placed his arm around her waist, and his heart swelled with pride at the admiring glances she attracted. His wife.. Tom, whose dark gray suit had crumpled a little, and lilac tie come un-knotted, didn't receive the same appreciative reception, however, he'd caught a glance of himself in the window and

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Kicking off his boots, he quickly stripped off his clothes until he stood naked under the light of the full moon. He could feel his cock swelling, his arousal igniting a fire in the pit of his stomach, the warmth radiating over his bare flesh. His spine tingles with anticipation, and moving forward, he climbed onto the bed and wrapped his arm around Tom’s narrow waist, he placed his lips against the delicate contours of his lover’s ear and kissed the warm flesh. “Baby, wake up,” he

Avery laughed and dropped a kiss to his wife's cheek, then his daughter's head. “Of course I brought you chocolate, my love.” He pulled a Milky Way from his pocket and tore off the wrapper. “My lady.” Avery held out the chocolate.

Before L arrived I ordered the Parker house rolls. This little brioches were delicious and it made me remember the taste of a home made croissant. In addition, the touch of the maldon salt increased the flavor of it and gave it tastes of pretzel. When L arrived we ordered the roasted artichokes with guanciale, anchovy butter, fava beans, black olive and hazelnuts. Despite the artichokes were a lite bit uncooked the flavor was really good. They cook it with respect to the product and we noticed the taste of fresh seasonal artichokes. with a great and imaginative presentation. We kept going with the spring risotto with asparagus, English pea, fava bean, spring onion, leek top and Parmesan: what I would highlight about this course is the completely lack of flavor. the rice was insipid and the presentation of the dish need some color. I have to say that to make a tasty risotto just using vegetables is hard but we had to eat individually the asparagus or the English pea to search some flavor in the dish. We end our dinner ordering the Beef tartar with preserved lemon relish, beet mustard and hazelnuts. I am sorry to say that the taste of the course was basically lemon relish it was so intense and present that I could not find the flavor of the meat. However, the potato chips used to serve the tartar where really good and tasty. 70 $ dollars later we were full but with a desire of

"Y/N are you sure you aren't hungry?" Daesung asked, concern lacing his unusually soft voice. Buried beneath the heavy duvet of the guest bedroom in his apartment, you nodded your head; rustling the blankets with your movements. You could feel his gaze burning through the blanket consequently, making you feel guilty. You would eat but it had suddenly become difficult to keep the food down, throwing it up minutes after consuming it.

We sat down, took off our coats, and began to look over the menu. I didn’t know what to order, everything seemed so delicious. Our waitress came to our

I dropped my corset on the floor and said “Good," I smiled with a devilish look, feeling the confidence of his stares. I went and sat on the edge of Bjarne’s bed and opened the herb mixture I had made. It was nearly noon and it was hot and humid in the Meadery. With my back to Bjarne and little of the mixture in my hand, I smoothed it over my thighs down my calves and back up my hips. My hips caught the eyes of men and Bjarne was no exception. He couldn't even look away. "Bjarne" I said over my shoulder while I fluffed my hair behind me. "Can you put some skin cream on my back?" I laid down face first on his bed before he could respond. He came and stood over my exposed body and picked up the bottle, I could feel his excitement even though I couldn’t see him. "Are you

The atmosphere, and Hawthorne's demeanour had changed the moment Harper had discovered the X on the wall, and the implements that lay beside it on the long board. For however long she'd been there, he'd been resisting his own arousal, and wondering internally, just how far Harper would go, or what her fantasies entailed. Her reaction, which demonstrated surprise and curiosity, to him, more than any fear or concern, had eased any worries that he may have had that she'd run, or be afraid. In fact, she appeared to relish what she'd seen, and as well as increasing his urge to fuck Harper like the dirty, little slut he'd promised - Tische wasn't a man afraid to exert control, verbally or physically, over a woman, and to treat her as most women, deep down in the darkest places of their mind, desired to be treated; some occasionally; and some each and every time. As a whore.

He couldn’t see her too well with the sun setting behind her, but he admired her curvaceous legs and generous chest. A number of erotic thoughts filled Charles’ mind in a matter of seconds. He filed away the sun dappled profile of the unknown woman for later fantasizing. She seemed to sense him staring at her, and stood up straight; staring at his direction. Charles met her gaze for a few seconds and that was all it took. In that mere frame of time, the sun had decided to set – with a mind of its own. He felt as if there were forces down below that caused this. From what Charles could see; raven hair; and ruby lips. His favourite. Turning quickly back to the water in sheer embarrassment, Charles feigned the notion and looked out towards lake. He let out a long sigh – wishing he could gather up the courage to just ask her out for a cup of coffee; just to have a decent conversation with another human being. Charles was desperate for a woman’s scent. He longed for the touch of a woman; the warm embrace of their welcoming chest; the touching breath on his cheek. He desired everything a woman had to offer but had unfortunately experienced very little of it. He reprimanded himself for his timidity and grimaced at his reflection below him. Upon turning his heels, intent on drinking himself to sleep for the night, Charles was confronted by the small child that was with the woman. But where was she? He felt a slight tap on his shoulder and slightly craning his neck, Charlie laid eyes on her beckoning face – making out her features for the first time. Desperate to break the awkward silence, Charlie began to open his mouth. He was about to mutter his signature, squeaky ‘hey’, right before she pressed her finger to his mouth. She rested her finger on his face for what seemed like an eternity for Charles. Strawberries, he thought. She smells like strawberries. Acting purely on instinct, Charlie opened his

Ducré-Lemay kissed her boyfriend goodnight at his home when her breathing problems started. She used her asthmatic inhaler but that didn't help, then she asked her boyfriend a question about what he had been eating.