In a universe where time is fleeting, imagine that you were granted a chance to unleash your wildest desires, free from the shackles of judgment. Xoxo seized her chance, acquiring a vessel to embark on the most epic adventure known to the galaxy. Alas, fate had a different plan for her. Accused of stealing a ship with a glitchy AI, she had no choice but to join forces with the notorious criminal, Captian Louie T. Rubble. The earthling, with a penchant for exploration, theft, and domination, was determined to conquer the universe. Together, they set out on a perilous heist, filled with exotic pleasures, bloodshed, thrills, and interstellar escapades.
Louie
"I have heard that losing one's virginity is unpleasant for many females. This is not the case for my kind. Once you mate with a Gelvonian, all previous experiences will seem inadequate."
My head fell back on the couch and I laughed breathlessly. "Oh, yeah? You talk big, Captain Nafain? But can you back it up?"
"If you can say anything but my name at the end of it, I will be ashamed," he said, completely serious. He carried me into the bedroom, the bed large enough to fit three giant-bodied Gelvonians and adorned with silky sheets that shimmered an inky black in the low light. He placed me upon them. "You should remove your dress unless you don't care if it is destroyed."
Xoxo
"My name is Ger'an, by the way. You asked when we met, and I didn't tell you. It seemed rather impersonal to give names, considering why we were here..." He said as he began to trail kisses from my jaw down my neck. "But now I want to hear your sweet voice screaming my name, before you leave this room."
I looked down at the man beneath me and I couldn't stop my hands from wandering everywhere. I wanted my ten fingers to touch and trail over every inch of him, the way his tentacles and hands had done to me. It took everything in me not to lose myself in the pleasure that he was giving me. I bit my lip and trailed my fingers down his chest.
An uptight and unforgiving single father tells a young reporter, the story of his second wife and himself. A story that is hidden behind a national fight against the war on drugs. Reliving moments that were just as painful as they were joyous, never rethinking his decisions but watching them rip him apart for a second time. He informs the reporter on moments that tell his version of the story. A story that his wife couldn't tell.
Remembering his love for some and his irrational behavior towards others. attempting to teach lessons that he never learned himself.
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"Vincenzo," she stood over me, "please. Please. Please." I nodded, I looked down at Constance, then I looked back at her. She looks like a bomb ready to detonate, it's over. I stood up and put Constance in his cot, he began to giggle at the sight of the mobile. His fist in his mouth admiring the hanging sea creatures, dolphins, whales, and turtles.
I looked back at Evangeline, she was breathing heavily and losing all control. She plopped down on the bed, and I moved from the cot to look at her. Once my feet stood in front of her she took her ring off and threw it at me. It hit my chest. It fell right on my slipper. She was growing with hysteria. Her fingers running through her hair. I was frozen, she was heaving and she fell from the bed onto her knees. She crawled to the corner of the room, in between the wall and the dresser. Her red shirt rubbing against the green walls of the bedroom. Her shoulder grazed the beige dresser, making scratches on her arms and she didn't care. I looked down at the ring sitting on my foot, to my Evangeline. My mouth hung open but I couldn't say anything, the only noise in the room was the scraping of Evangeline's shoulder and the little giggles escaping the cot. My money was on my foot, but my heart split across the room."
-Chp 15