Difference

Chapter twenty-six.

Blane Orson
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Its been 3 weeks since Aliyah's episode, and nothing much has happened since.

They've been a lot of sex, and when I mean sex I mean anything you could imagine. But all that matters is that she gets the pleasure in the end.

Of course I do, but I never and will never not give a woman pleasure. Especially if that woman, is Aliyah.

I would let that woman do anything she wanted to me, absolutely anything.

Like last week, she and I were in my bedroom and she had literally asked me to touch myself as I would in front of her.

So what did I do, I touched myself until I almost reached my peak and then she jumped on and rode both of us out.

I'm not complaining though because it was almost euphoric, the feeling.

The intensity as she rode me, after asking someone to do such a thing. It was amazing.

Even if I had done her the same way, it was different being the one doing it. Because having pleasure, goes to many costs.

You would do anything for the pleasure you would receive, it makes you crazy. Doing the craziest things out of want and need.

As of right now, I'm out getting coffee for the two of us. She's had alittle bit of a rough week, because she started her period and this whole week is crazy busy.

It's Wednesday, today so at least she's halfway through her week.

Picking up the coffee, and taking a sip out of both cups to make sure nothing was wrong with them I start driving.

Mine tasted way bitter than it usually is, which might be the black coffee.

Almost 10 minutes away from her house , I begin to feel nauseous and fatigue. Taking another sip of the coffee, I loose control of the car.

Slowly realizing I hadn't put my seatbelt on, as I spinned through the empty grass field beside the road.

The car rolled over, throwing the coffee everywhere in the car as my body flew through tiny shards of glass.

Cuts overbearing my body, as I felt stinging pain throughout my entire flesh.

What seems like forever, the car finally stops as it flipped on its top. My vision is completely dark, and I loose the sense of touch but not smell.

I smelt the smoke, that burned my nostrils until I blacked out.
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Waking up on a cold hard floor, in unbearable pain I didn't recognize this place.

It was dark and empty, cold and silent, nobody to be seen. I try to stand up, but instantly tumble to the ground as my legs have out.

I rolled up my dirty pant-leg, seeing a open wound wincing out loud.

Pulling it back down, I manage to stand up as I held onto the wall. Hearing the locked door open, someone walks in.

The familiar voice pounces through my head, " Blane Orson. What a nice surprise. " Jadion Smith, I've always hated the guy.

He is the ' Golden ' guy, everyone wants him. He had absolute no faults in life, and is absolute perfect in everyone's eyes.

In my opinion, he's not the best I've seen. Any girl would be lucky to have another guy besides him, because all he wants is a one night stand.

Nobody knows this besides me, but he had a one night stand with this woman in high school and ended up impregnating her.

She was forced to get an abortion, because of her studies and she wasn't aloud to go to college.