Daphne

06

I had another novel you might want to check out. Interesting. Can't wait to go home. School is fucking killing me.
Am stressed. Am always. . . Stressed.

I want this story to be short. Something simple.

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/Daphne./

I was. So. Fucking. Sore.

I have never been that sore in my life. Never. Not when i fuck Jason, despite the numerous time we have fucked.

This is the first time I will say fucking hit me hard. I could barely move when we both cum long and hard after the sixth time. My pussy ended up getting stretched to it maximum and i was amazed how it didn't tear apart.

I was scared it might. It was throbbing so hard and the pain was just shooting all over my veins to my legs. I fell back on the couch and my eyes peered close that i couldn't even open it as i was terribly exhausted.

I was only hearing footsteps going here and there then i was suddenly in the air till i felt my back hit something comfy and warm. A bed, i think.

I fell asleep long and deep with the feeling of warm towel running up and down my inner thigh. How superb the night was.

With Santiago Ramos.

My business partner that is. I must be crazy or out of my mind when all of that happened. What will fucking become of me when words get out that i fucked our biggest client?

That was the dream that haunted me throughout the night. I tossed and groan around on the bed. My mind was not even close to ease. Guilty feeling washed through me in the dream. I feel like disappearing and hiding my face for ever.

Daphne, you piece of shit. I could imagine my co workers saying worse but i. . . I deserve it. I just did something terrible and unspoken of with someone unexplainable.

My lust have finally put me in grave trouble.

I woke up to an unfamiliar bed and the cold that washed through me was brutal. How the hell did i fell asleep without locking my window?

I groan in frustration as i draw more of the blanket on the bed to my body yet the cold was still reaching deep into my skin. Then i slowly peered my eyes opened to see an unfamiliar boyish interior design of the room.

My head shot up like a speed and i had my eyes scanning the room like a fucking owl.where the fuck am i? What am i- how did i get her-

Jesus fucking Christ!

My nightmare came livid to my face as i pulled the blanket up and i saw myself lying butt ass naked. I gasped, covering my parted mouth with my palm.

Santiago. The dream. The sex.

It actually happened. A groan left my mouth as i ran my hand roughly through my hair, disorganizing it more. I buried my head deep in my hand to hide my smoking heated face.

It was then i looked to my left and i saw an empty bed. He already left. Color filled my face once more as memories of the night slowly set in and more clearer this time. That actually explain the soreness that settled between my legs.

It was unexplainably painful and body aching.

My eyes checked out the design in the room and it was a lot more masculine now that i see it clearly. The setting and the frame that hanged on the wall is all beautiful and stunning.

My eyes then noticed a piece of paper hanging at the under the beside lamp and a piece of pen lying beside it. Curiousity made me lifted my butt from the bed which caused a pain to shoot out from it. I crawled to the other side of the bed with the blanket securely wrapped around my body.