°°stalker lover°°
I felt him entering in my confinement. My shadower. I know he is here. The chills I feel down my spine, how the hairs on the back of my neck, on my nape stood straight, all indicated that he is near me. I trembled, while fumbling i...
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Behind the polished, perfectly contoured makeup, laid a cunning mind of a viper. She smiled at me, showcasing her perfectly aligned teeth, as if she wanted to slam her win on my face.
Grace was not able to marry me was not a lost from her end. But she did stirred something in between me and Sydney was her big big win.
I looked back at my wife who after passing me the last stern look, indulged herself in talks with my mother.
A smile crawled over my lips, a subtle one.
Darling, I am an expert at reading your face. I know that clearly, even though you are carrying a straight face, there is something erupting deep inside your heart.
Soon my mother suggested Sydney to rest in her room, showing her the direction.
Sydney proceeded in the told direction, with me following her closely. She entered the room, while I, stopped by the corner
Of corridor.
After counting ten, I too entered the room; without knocking.
Sydney was ready to change her clothes, as strap sitting on her left shoulder already reached her elbow and zip on the back of her dress was undone.
My eyes zeroed at her silken back, and without giving it a second thought I walked to her. I touched her, as if is stroking a mirror using feather. And Sydney gave me the best reaction ever. She flinched a little and every other muscle on her back contracted, causing her back to arch at the same time.
I looked at our reflection on the mirror at front of us. Sydney looked at me the vary same time. I peeped on her green stone, only to find neutral expression, neutral depth, but she was indulged to what was happening in between us.
Because yes a models expressions may lie to me, but never her body can.
"You got rid of your interest quite quickly."
I smiled at her. Jealousy. The beautiful torment surfaced up her green eyes. She tried really hard to pretend that it didn't affected her even an ounce.
But soon my smile died and lost somewhere in the middle of dessert storm.
She let the rest of dress slip off her body and heavens!
Just thongs and breast cup hid her body from my sinful eyes.
My hands itched to get touch of her silken butter body. But somehow I controlled them.
Swaying her hips at perfect angle, she walked behind foldable wooden screen to wear clothes.
Darling! What's there to hide now?
"She is not my interest."
I replied her calmly, forcing her to peep from the back of screen.
