inserting Fruits in Her Belly Button: A Tender Curiosity
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A man, and his wife of seven years. Courted and romanced to perfection. A ballooning belly, a bun in the oven. All is well until she begins to show. Is it disgust? Is it fear? Is it a projection of worse, underlying feelings, an echo of his prolonged intimacy with bleach, or some insidious hereditary disorder? The narrator does not know what compels him to kick the baby out of Julianne, but he has six months before she delivers. Accompanying him are his labyrinthine diversions of the mind, the cacophony of twenty-thousand netizens, a man haunted by the spectral presence of his deceased lover, his mercurial sense of humour, and, hopefully, you.Concluída
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My boss.. The walking terror of corporate world is kneeling in front of me. Green eyes look up at me heavily. He is still wearing glasses, and his CEO personality, yet something feels off. His eyes appear so dark and dense, like someone switched off the lights in them as he stares at me with his signature blackness. He takes a deep breath, black shirt tightens around his biceps as he raises his hand and grips the hem of my skirt. And then, he begins sliding it up. My breath gets caught in my throat as his fingers push the fabric higher and higher, inch by torturous inch, till my skin appears above the lacy stockings. My lungs gasp as those deep, penetrating green eyes flicker up at me. Something feral and unreadable flashes behind them, before he leans in. Warm breath grazes my exposed thigh and every muscle in my body clenches. OHMYGOD! What is he doing? What is he doing? My anxieties panic in me. I slap a trembling hand over my mouth, muffling my gasps as his untouchable lips touch my skin. An electrifying current shoots down my spine and I freeze on the spot, unable to believe what he is doing. Soft and warm, his forbidden lips press against my thigh in a slow, deliberate kiss as if he is taking his sweet time to taste the sin of my skin. But he doesn't stop there. A second kiss. Higher. A third. Even higher. Oh my God! 🚩MATURE CONTENT🚩 Highest Ranks #1 in Seductive #2 in Funny #2 in Humour #3 in Blackmail #3 in EnemiesToLover #4 in SexualThemes #5 in Grovel
Love Unexpectedly
I was 17 when I ask him to take my virginity but he explicitly said no. Now, eight years later I need to ask him the same humiliating question again. Hopefully, this time he won't spit his drink in my face. ******************************************* "Do you think you're ready to be fucked, Cassandra?" Why do I find him so hot when he said those crude words? I'm not sure if I'll be scared or be turned on. I stumble on the couch trying to move away from him because he's already too close. His breathing is too fast and I can hear his heart beating so loudly or is it mine? He crouched down to my eye level and holds both my arms on the side to steady me then whispered huskily in my ear. "I have to warn you though, I can be rough Cassandra. I can fuck your brains out that you'll forget your own name. Then he looks at me directly in the eyes and I just notice how dark his eyes now. Unfortunately, love, I don't think your little body can handle me." -Please don't forget to vote-Concluída
"You... want me to show you my belly? And you're paying me 500 dollars for it?" I repeated in disbelief. "Yes," Mr. Calnan replied curtly. Shock mixed with suspicion. Mr. Calnan, our strict and cold boss, who had banned all workplace romance, wanted to see... my belly? Why my belly, of all things?! And why ME?! This had to be a test. He was testing whether I would agree, only to fire me afterward. But even that theory had flaws-after all, he was the one who initiated this crazy idea. I hesitated for what felt like a long time. Then, in the end, curiosity won over, and on a sudden impulse, I spread open my work coat and lifted my white T-shirt. Mr. Calnan's gaze instantly locked onto my bare stomach. His focused stare burned into my skin as he thoroughly examined every square inch of the exposed area. My face burned with embarrassment. He didn't say anything, and he didn't grimace, but I could see on his face that he didn't like what he saw. My chubby belly, my stretch marks, and the faint line of hair below my navel that I hadn't had time to shave. Well, I know it's not the most attractive sight, but then why did he want to see my belly? Honestly, what was he expecting? "Can I pull my T-shirt back down?" I asked, humiliated and irked. "Yes," Mr. Calnan replied after a brief pause. He didn't speak for a while, just stared at my now-covered stomach with a blank expression. Meanwhile, I waited impatiently and tensely for him to do something. I needed to know whether he was actually going to give me the money or not, and whether it would turn out that this had all just been a test. Suddenly, he moved toward me, closing the distance between us. He loomed over me, and I looked up at his face in alarm. "I'll give you another 1000 if you let me touch your hips." My eyes widened in shock. *Edited to fit within the character limit for the description
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