My boyfriend decided to have a night owl party with his friends. He took advantage of his parents' trip and arranged for everyone to bring their computers and play games all night. Coincidentally, it was the weekend I was there too. He asked if it was okay, and I promptly said no. I knew his friends and always enjoyed watching them having fun.
We went to the beach for the weekend. My husband invited a couple to go too. We arrived first. I had brought a layette for the baby of the caretaker's wife, who was pregnant. Everything was deserted, as it wasn't the season, but it was a very hot day. We arrived Friday afternoon, and the couple arrived that evening.
I have a neighbor, a 63-year-old blonde, 5'7", with firm, medium-sized breasts and a nice ass. She always wears tight leggings, sometimes a top, and since she has firm breasts, she rarely wears a bra. She practices yoga on the terrace of her house.
I was at a party with some friends when I first saw her. Her neon pink hair caught my eye from afar, but what really captivated me were the tattoos covering her slim body. She wore a short skirt and a tight top, laughing with some friends as if she were in her own world. I watched from afar, unsure of how to approach.
To begin with, my stories are real. They happened to me, and I enjoy the thrill of writing and remembering the details. Don't expect fantastical or "happy" endings, because this is what actually happened to me, and unfortunately, reality doesn't always turn out the way we want it to. Sometimes I get frustrated comments from people who expected more from a story, but I'd be lying and not being honest with my writing if I started being more "creative" in my stories just to please the reader.
Lucas felt his heart ache every time he thought of Rafael. His middle brother, always so present, so caring, was now also the center of a confusing, forbidden desire he couldn't shake. It was as if a part of him was at war: on one side, the brotherly love he'd always felt; on the other, an intense attraction that was accompanied by guilt, shame, and fear.
Monday took forever in Claudia and Enzo's minds, but when he arrived at the crown's house he rang the doorbell very quickly, already waiting for the hot Claudia or her daughter to welcome him.
In the morning I went to the beauty salon. Everything complete. Hair, nail waxing. I left there with the feeling of giving my body to Gustavo to devour me. Even with her all trimmed.I was at the supermarket doing the shopping to be able to prepare that dinner. Guess who I met in the cold cuts section