He came back to the apartment while I was in the middle of dancing to “Promise” by Ciara in my living room. At first I didn’t even notice because I was so into it, but then I turned and saw him. He looked upset about something- which is probably why he was back so soon- but he was also staring at me in shock and mild interest. He looked away, face turning red, and that’s when I remembered that I was wearing only my black bra and panties with a see through black robe that probably doesn’t even qualify as a robe. But still I stood there, embarrassed, but also a little pleased that he was embarrassed as well. He brushed past me, making his way to his room. I followed after him. “Liam, what’s wrong?” He didn’t answer, just went in his room and …show more content…
Tonight it’s chicken parmesan. Liam walks up behind me and rests his hands lightly on my hips, peering over my shoulder. “What are you making?” he asked. “Chicken parmesan.” I replied, placing a pan on the stove. I move to get the spices out of the cabinet above my head and he moves with me. I giggle, then try to push him off. “Liam, I’m trying to cook.” “But I wanna watch how you do it,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. “If you don’t quit you’re going to watch me put a frying pan to your head,” I joked. “I’ll take that chance; I’ve always been hardheaded.” I give an exasperated sigh and resume getting the spices I need. I feel his hands creep up to my sides and before I can threaten him again he squeezes, causing me to simultaneously squeal and jump, as well as drop my entire container of parsley onto the chicken. “You bitch!” I fussed, slapping at his hands. “Look what you made me do; I just got that yesterday!” “Oh, I-I’m sorry,” he stammered, instantly embarrassed and upset. He backed away. I turned to see him standing there awkwardly with those goddamned puppy eyes peering at me from behind his glasses. I wasn’t really mad at him to begin with, and seeing him look so ashamed about it just made my heart melt. Crossing my arms in mock irritation over my light blue tanktop, I pouted. “That wasn’t a very nice thing to do, …show more content…
He chased me into the living room, and it wasn’t long before we ended up on opposite sides of my burgundy couch trying to fake each other. I pretended to give up, and walked towards him, running past him at the last minute into his room. He burst in before I could close the door and I flopped onto his bed where he started tickling me. “Liam, quit it!” I protested while laughing and squealing like a five year old, kicking my legs and trying to push him away. He paused to grab my legs and drag me half off the bed; I tried to fight it by grabbing at the comforter, but to no avail. He got on his knees in front of me and resumed tickling me, for now I couldn’t kick him, only jerk around and grab at his hands. “Stop it” I squealed. “Who’s gonna make me?” he smirked as he reached under my tanktop and squeezed a certain way. I gasped sharply and instinctively arched my back as I went from a playful seven year old to the constantly horny twenty-five year old I really am. Liam removed his hands from under my shirt and jerked away as I arched towards him. “Whoa, are you alright?” he asked, the playful look on his face instantly replaced with
“You are, and what it is that my lil man wants to eat this morning?”
"Dance with me." He murmured and grabbed your hand, pulling you from the couch, into his chest.
I peeked around the corner, only to see him with his left hand in front of his eyes while his right arm was stretched out in front of him to give me the towel. I grabbed the material out of his shaking hand and wrapped it around my damp body. “You can look, Stiles.” I giggled and he slowly removed his hand from his eyes. “Holy… I- uh, I mean, I should go.” He pointed his finger at the door and stumbled towards the door. “Wait!” I walked towards him and pecked his cheek. “Thank you, for helping me.” He looked down, trying to hide his blush and began fumbling with his hands. “I'll do anything for someone like you- I mean, yeah, bye.” He stuttered before leaving the room. I laughed before putting my clothes on. For some reason I couldn't wipe the smile off my
“You miserable kid,” he howled with fury trying to kick himself upright. “Just wait. I’ll sprinkle you with a bash of paprika and wa-lah chicken paprikash!”
"Look at you, you weak bitch. On your knees, where you fucking, belong." He laughed, a cold, merciless sound that matched the expression on his face as he slapped her, almost tauntingly with his meat again, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh loud in the night air, and then forced her head back, and her body to arch with the impetus with which he jerked on her hair. His feet moved forward and he planted them either side of her shoulders. "That's right, you're going to do anything I want." She'd had more than ample opportunity to utter the safe-word he told himself, as the whip arced again, this time cracking six inches above her thigh, before the leather tails struck skin and curled around her thigh, and simultaneously the string of the corset was ripped, rather than pulled open, and Lila Ross's tits feel free. A large rough hand quickly grasped one in it's palm, and Tom stepped forward, swinging the whip again as he squeezed, and stepped forward; his raging and throbbing manhood at the woman's eyes level. "You don't want me to hurt you, then open your fucking mouth and beg for me to screw it, like your husband wouldn't
"Let's eat before the fish is cold. Besides the salmon, I also made baked potatoes, carrots, and peas. I made just plain food except for the soy butter sauce for the grilled salmon. What is that, under your dishcloth that ye brought?" He
He stood over me and bent over to kiss me. "I've been wanting to do that for a while."
“I know it isn’t. But it feels so damn good,” I said as I tightened the muscles in my pelvis.
You sat on the couch watching the latest reality TV show. Harry had gone out earlier this morning, so you had the apartment to yourself. "These people are so petty." You giggle out watching the girl fight with her mother. The sound of a car door shutting brought a smile to your face. Harry was home. You weren't clingy, but you did happen to miss being close to Harry once he was gone. "I'm home!" He shouts out. With an anxious giggle slipping past your lips you bounce over to the front door. Halt. What in the world had he done? He stood there looking like a puppy that knew he did something wrong. "You cut your hair?" He wanted to grow it out longer for charity, but with everything coming up you knew it was now or never. "Yeah, do you...do
he was hungry. Valerie got out the dishes and said, "This is how we make
“That was your brother’s jacket, if I recall.” He then walked over, gently placed it back on the counter, and sat down for dinner.
“What?” The younger asks, twirling some noodles on his fork (because it’s easier than chopsticks) then taking a bite.
"Well it did" He said. He kissed me passionately and I kissed him back while pulling him on top of me "What if someone sees?" He asked.
My eyes and body trembled as his grip on me tightened. “N-no…” I squeaked. Master’s eyes glared at me and his other hand was held out to the side of my thigh as if he were about to smack my leg. “I-I mean I don’t want to be punished! I-I do want to s-sleep w-with Master! Don’t hit me, please! Please, M-Master! I’m sorry!” I yelped as I lowered my waist to the floor, away from his hand as I tried to wiggle and jerk myself out of his tight grip.
“Uhuh?” Samuel mumbled. He was licking his fingers to get rid of the chocolate on them, then taking to wiping at his face, unknowingly smearing the chocolate rather than cleaning it off. “There's some rice an' chicken in the oven still, if ya wan' it. Oooh, an' cake!”