"როდესაც ადამიანი იმდენად გიყვარს, როგორც მე ის..ხვდები. რა უნდა... რას მალავს... რას გრძნობს...და რას ფიქრობს. მას მე ვუნდივარ... ის ტკივილს მალავს... ის თავს მარტოსულად გრძნობს.. და ფიქრობს. ფიქრობს, რომ ჩემი ერთი სიტყვით მისი გადარჩენა შემიძლია. " #3 by tags

ეს მოთხრობა არ არის ჩემი დაწერილი. უბრალოდ ძალიან მომეწონა და რომ არ დაკარგულიყო ავტვირთე აქ.ყვითლების ისტორია წყვილზე რომელიც ერთმანეთის გამო ყელაფერზეა წამსვლელი

მეი.. მეი.. მერიენ.. გაიქეცი.. უკან დიდი არეულობა მოგდევს ტატუებით დაფარული სხეულით, პირსინგებით, გაზაფხულისფერი თვალებით.. და ბოლო ხმაზე გეძახის: "მიყვარხარ" ♠2016-2017 ♥R+ ♣completed ♦Written by white1light

- ვანილის გემო გაქვს. - დამჩურჩულებს ბაგეებზე, ხელს მიშვებს და გასახდელიდან გადის. ______________________ studentXchef romance მოთხრობა აღებულია 4love.ge-დან. ავტორი: მარიამ ნატროშვილი (lullaby0111)

Over the past year, he became distant. He ignored her, began to cherish her less, and went against the vows they made to one another. Despite the young son he shared with her, he became disconnected from the family he had once loved. Started: July 27th, 2017 Completed: August 8th, 2017 Highest Ranking: #71 in short story Cover By: styleslight

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."