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My eyes closed in a single breathless moan leaving my mouth," ...fushiguro....". it wasn't loud, but loud enough to build my lust. i went on...until I came. Moaning softly for more, so lost. So lost in imagining him, his touch, waiting for him...
I got up next morning, to a ridiculous head ache, a beam of hot sun falling straight on my face, drenching my hair into sweat. i winced at my pounding head, pulling my hair, hoping it would reduce.i prop myself on elbows on bed, remembering my embarrassing self giving pleasure to myself. the guilt so pukingly evident in my head along with this ache.
i snake my hand around sheets desperately searching for phone. it was early seven, god's grace even after i was being sinner, he helped me out to wake up early. very suspicious. not suspicious....ofcourse it was god.
i scoff at my brainless ,useless thoughts. shaking my head out of them, my throat dry. just how long had i not consumed water..?. i was always so lazy to drink water, something i think almost all girls do. the main reason was i had to fill my bottles from common kitchen. and it was sooooo far...
groaning at the feeling I rolled out from my bed catching my balance. my head slightly spinning, i reached out to my bottles,....which were empty. ugghh....
MEGUMI
it was 7 in the morning. we were suppose to leave by 10 for whatever trip gojo had planned. he never said anything on time. i am expecting that gross headed idiot to announce things a minute before we leave.
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i shake my head ruffling my slightly wet hair, throwing my feet in rough loud steps downstairs to common kitchen. i didn't really have habit of drinking green teas or coffees as soon as i got up, but lately i enjoyed drinking them. they made me feel-..
...-relaxed., my jaw clenched immediately at the sight. For heaven's sake not in the morning, this girl and her carelessness has my patience thinning to grounds. I am standing at the entrance of the common kitchen.
My foot in flipflops partially crossing the tile under the roof of it, contemplating to stay or keep watching her fill those water bottles , through the glass of the window opposite to her. she can't see me. like always. either she watches me, with those silly eyes of hers, that carry a sense of fear when they meet mine. or is completely unaware that i am always staring at her. thinking of her when she's with someone else, thinking of ways to keep her near me, but doing nothing about them, at all...
I grip my towel sliding it down my hair as i watched her dark figure through the window glass. it didn't show her beauty in the way i wanted to see, it wasn't built for handling her beauty. but it displayed her much in a way any man was tempted to see. Her tiny waist and curves, so well on display. she had wrapped a fucking towel around her torso. just a fucking towel on her panti-.. fuck
I was getting impatient the more i watched her. impatient to just grab her and keep her to myself in ways no one would spare an eye on her, all to myself...
she was wincing for some reason. she squatted down drinking water. I stepped in, the table was disturbing my view of her. By this time anyone would think i was her stalker... i wouldn't care less. The ways this women had me keeping my dicked mind to myself was horrifying. I watched her drink from that cutesy little bottle of hers'...her menacing throat chugging water like a human discovering thirst for first time. paths of wet lines trickling down her slender neck , settling between a lovely v between her collarbones, while some slipped beyond them,... between her breasts making her shirt wet in the area.. she was looking...eatable. my eyes fluttered over the way she owned power over my thoughts, shifting from completely harmless to...a sick looser or a dick head.
