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"Dad, I beg you, save my mom." "NO WAY." The man was a little cold and pushed her hand. ""The surgery needs one million. One million, daddy, please!"" The girl's tears wet her tender face. The middle-aged man suddenly bit his teeth. He was looking at this beautiful face, then bent down his head slightly. ""Lolo, I can give you money, but you must promise me one thing."" The girl nodded, as long as she could save her mother. ""Then substitute your sister to serve him!"" ""HIM?"" ""Yes."" ""That prince is a fanatic for clean woman. But your sister isn't a virgin. Thus I want you to replace her the first night."" Lolo's slender body instantly softened. With a shudder, she rejected, ""Dad, can I have other choices?"" The middle-aged man clenched her hand coldly, ""I suppose this is the only way to save your mother. But it is up to you. I think your mom can get through another three days, so you need to hurry up and make a decision. If you miss the best period of surgery, she...."" The girl's eyes flashed. She took a deep breath, ""Well, I promise you."" ""Tomorrow night. It would be your first time to serve him. He is the son of Long Group's chairman, you will not suffer."" The man patted her shoulders happily. It was true that all girls in the city want to have sex with this man, except for her. The girl sat softly in the chair, with her eyes dull. Next day, at night, in a presidential suite. In the dimly lit room, the girl sat on the bed in fluster, shivering around her arms. Suddenly, the door opened, a tall and straight figure came in. The light seemed to be broken and all were in darkness. Actually all of this was schemed. The girl on the bed gasped and dillydallied her way forward to the bedside, where the man stood up. She trembly hugged the man's neck, slightly tiptoed, and jerkily kissed the man's cheek. Then she suddenly paused, did not know what else to do and felt her brain was blank. While the man felt hot then approached her. She smelled a bunch of alcohol in his mouth. ""Hum..."" Her lips were sea
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"Dad, I beg you, save my mom." "NO WAY." The man was a little cold and pushed her hand. ""The surgery needs one million. One million, daddy, please!"" The girl's tears wet her tender face. The middle-aged man suddenly bit his teeth. He was looking at this beautiful face, then bent down his head slightly. ""Lolo, I can give you money, but you must promise me one thing."" The girl nodded, as long as she could save her mother. ""Then substitute your sister to serve him!"" ""HIM?"" ""Yes."" ""That prince is a fanatic for clean woman. But your sister isn't a virgin. Thus I want you to replace her the first night."" Lolo's slender body instantly softened. With a shudder, she rejected, ""Dad, can I have other choices?"" The middle-aged man clenched her hand coldly, ""I suppose this is the only way to save your mother. But it is up to you. I think your mom can get through another three days, so you need to hurry up and make a decision. If you miss the best period of surgery, she...."" The girl's eyes flashed. She took a deep breath, ""Well, I promise you."" ""Tomorrow night. It would be your first time to serve him. He is the son of Long Group's chairman, you will not suffer."" The man patted her shoulders happily. It was true that all girls in the city want to have sex with this man, except for her. The girl sat softly in the chair, with her eyes dull. Next day, at night, in a presidential suite. In the dimly lit room, the girl sat on the bed in fluster, shivering around her arms. Suddenly, the door opened, a tall and straight figure came in. The light seemed to be broken and all were in darkness. Actually all of this was schemed. The girl on the bed gasped and dillydallied her way forward to the bedside, where the man stood up. She trembly hugged the man's neck, slightly tiptoed, and jerkily kissed the man's cheek. Then she suddenly paused, did not know what else to do and felt her brain was blank. While the man felt hot then approached her. She smelled a bunch of alcohol in his mouth. ""Hum..."" Her lips were sea
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I had lied to my husband. And this took place at an altitude of 30,000 feet. In the small washroom, my suit skirt was pulled up to my waist while one of my legs was lifted high. The man behind me kept thrusting again and again as I gritted my teeth not daring to make any sound. Perhaps this was the most fervent sex I had experienced in my entire life, but it was also the saddest way to let myself go. Just last night, I discovered that my beloved husband, Jiang Zhigang, had actually been cheating on me. Not only that, the other party was actually… a man! After watching the videos in my mailbox of the two of them having sex on the bed, I had crazily smashed everything at home. No wonder Jiang Zhigang rarely touched me in these two years after we got married. He would either reject me using the reason that he was too busy with work, or too tired with no energy left. It turned out that the reason was because he… was simply gay! I cried my heart out after smashing everything in the house. I did not want to understand why there was homosexual love in human sexuality. I only wanted to know why Jiang Zhigang lied to me, making me look like a fool as I weaved my dream of being a happy little woman. The more I thought about it, the more I felt chills running down my spine. I felt so disgusted that I wanted to throw up when I remembered how he whispered sweet nothings while touching me using the hands he touched some other man. Fumed by my rage, I went on the Internet to read a lot about homosexuality and only to discover that there were many women like me who had been deceived. They called such marriages a lavender marriage, which was also a marriage of convenience. So what was I, a convenient wife? Did this mean that the reason why Jiang Zhigang would always come up with various excuses to brush me off except for the first night of our wedding when he forced himself to make love to me was he wanted to stay loyal to his gay partner? The blow was too great. It caused me to stare in the chaotic room for a long time before I
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do at home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' Regret emerged in him after he thought that. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his
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A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch. He kissed my breast, savoring the taste, nibbling on it. I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, sending a pleasing shudder down my naked body. "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through min
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เรามาอยู่จุดไหนของการระบาดของ Covid 19 โดย นายแพทย์ ยงค์ศักดิ์ เลียงอุดม. 1/09/20 การเมื่อเกิดการระบาดใหญ่ของ Spanish Flu ในปี 1918-1919 มีการระบาดอยู่ 3 ระลอก คือ spring 1918, fall 1918 และ spring 1019 second wave รุนแรง คนตายมากที่สุด และ ทั่วโลกมีคนตาย 50 ล้านคน ขณะนั้นอยู่ในช่วงสงครามโลกครั้งที่ 1 หมออเมริกัน 30% อยู่ใน military service ไม่มี vaccine ไม่มี testing ไม่มียา ไม่มีการตรวจ virus สิ่งที่ต้องอธิบายใน Spanish flu ทำไมเป็น wave และ second wave ที่รุนแรงอาจเป็นคนละสายพันธ์กันกับ first wave ซึ้งในช่วงเวลานั้นตรวจพิสูจน์ไม่ได้ การquarantines ในช่วงเวลานั้นก็ไม่ effective เพราะเป็นช่วงสงคราม การระบาดของโรคอื่นๆในช่วงต่อมา second wave มักไม่รุนแรง ไม่ว่าจะเป็น Asian Flu, Hongkonk flu 1968, Swine flu 2009 แน้วโน้ม second wave ของ Covid 19 ก็เช่นกัน เชื้อทำท่ากลายพันธุ์ รุนแรงน้อยลง ถึงแม้จะติดต่อได้ง่ายขึ้น คนติดเชื้อมากขึ้น แต่อัตราการตายตำ่ลง ขณะนี้อัตราการตายลดเหลือ 3.5% การระบาดของ Covid 19 เริ่มตั้งแต่เดือน มกราคม ขณะนี้ผ่านมา 8เดือนมีคนป่วย 25 ล้านคน บางประเทศยังอยู่ในระลอกแรก first wave บ้างประเทศมีระลอกสองแล้ว หรือมีการระบาดแบบกลุ่มก้อน cluster คำถามที่ทุกคนอยากรู้คือ มันจะจบอย่างไร แต่ละ region ก็ไม่หมือนกัน บางประเทศผ่าน first wave แล้วมี second wave หรือเป็นเพียง new cluster บางประเทศยังอยู่ใน first wave ในระลอกแรกอยู่ เราต้องมาพิจารณาแต่ละประเทศ แต่ละregion ซึ่งจะทำให้เข้าใจว่า แต่ละส่วนอยู่ในระลอกไหน จะจัดการเป็นอย่างไร แล้วนำมาต่อ Jig saw จึงจะเห็นภาพรวมของ สภาวะการระบาดทั้งหมด ในโลกปัจจุบันที่โลกทั้งโลกเชื่อมกัน ถ้าส่วนหนึ่งส่วนใดของโลกยังควบคุมการระบาดไม่ได้ ก็หวังยากว่าจะมีชีวิตที่ปกติ ธุรกิจการค้า การท่องเที่ยวที่ต้องอาศัยการเชื่อมโยงติดต่อ เดินทาง ส่งสินค้าข้ามประเทศ ก็จะเกิดขึ้นไม่ได้ แม้อเมริกาเอง east cost เองผ่าน first waveแล้วเช่น New York , New Jersey แต่รัฐทาง South และ western state เช่นTexas Florida California ยังอยู่ใน first wave ระลอกแรกอยู่ แต่ละรัฐมีคนติดเชื้อ กว่าหกแสนราย California 700,000 ราย แต่คนติดเชื้อใหม่ต่อวันลดลงจาก 60,000 คนต่อวันเป็น 37,000 คนต่อวัน และเริ่มเพิ่มขึ้นเป็น 40,000 คนต่อวัน จะเพิ่มขึ้นใน midwest อาจจะจากเริ่มเปิดโรงเรียน มีคนป่วยเด็กมากขึ้น อเมริกาเหมือนมีสองประเทศในเวลาดียวกัน โรคระบาด เคลื่อนตัวจาก east coast ไปทาง southern state เพราะ summer time คน move ลงใต้โดยเฉพาะ Florida เพราะอากาศดีกว่า คนสูงอายุ ย้ายมาเป็นจำนวนมาก จนหัวหน้า CDC บอกว่าเหตุผลของการระบาดเพราะการ move ของผู้คนมากกว่า การยกเลิก lockdowns เร็วเกินไปของ Trump ประเทศในยุโรปตะวันตก ผ่านการระบาด first wave ที่รุนแรงมาแล้ว ขณะนี้เข้าสู่ second wave แล้ว ฝรั่งเศษต้องเข้าสู่ quarantines อีกครั้งเมื่อวันที่ 14/08/20 ที่ ปารีสและ มารเซย์ เพราะพบผู้ป่วยใหม่รวมกัน 12,000 คน จาก 330 cluster และพบ clusters ใหม่ถึง 30 ภายในสองวัน วันที่ 19/08/20 มี คนใหม่เพิ่มขึ้น 3,776 คน ยุโรปใจร้อน เปิดพรมแดนเพื่อหาเงินจากการท่องเที่ยวทำให้มีคนติดเชื้อเพิ่มขึ้น แม้แต่ในยุโรปใต้ ที่ first wave ควบคุมได้ดี เหมือนอเมริกาที่ทนอดอยากปากแห้งจากการ lockdown ไม่ไหว ประเทศยุโรปที่เเข้าสู่ second wave ก็มี France,Spain, Swiss , Chez republic, Greece, Ireland เริ่มมีจำนวนผู้ติดเชื้อเพิ่มขึ้น สเปนมีคนติดเชื้อเพิ่มมากที่สุด แต่อัตราการตาย และคนไข้หนัก ของ second wave ในยุโรป และในอเมริกา ลดต่ำลงมาก เพราะการรักษาที่ดีขึ้น เชื้อโรคถึงแม้จะติดง่ายขึ้นแต่รุนแรงน้ออยลง Covid 19 กลายเป็นโรคของคนหนุ่มสาว ที่อังกฤษคนไข้หนักที่จะต้องใช้เครื่องช่วยหายใจลดลงมาก ในช่วงแรกมีถึง 3,000 คน ในช่วงหลังลดเหลือเพียง 80 คน อัตราการตายในยุโรปลดเหลือ 3.5% นิวชีแลนด์ ประเทศที่ประสบความสำเร็จในการควบคุม การระบาดรอบแรกมาถึง 102 วันก็ไม่รอด วันที่ 12 สิงหาคม เกาะเหนือฃองนิวซีแลนด์ก็ประกาศการ lockdowns ระดับ3 หลังพบผู้ป่วยใหม่ 4คน จากครอบครัวเดียวกัน แต่ในที่สุดนิวซีแลนด์ก็คุมสถานการณ์ได้อีกครั้ง มีผู้ติดเชื้อใหม่ 141 คน และออกจาก lockdowns ในวันที่ 31 สิงหาคม จากประเทศที่ได้รับการยกย่องว่าประสบความสำเร็จในการควบคุม Covid ขณะนี้เพราะความประมาท ทำให้ Melburne เมืองใหญ่อันดับสองของออสเตรเลียซึ่งมีประชาชนอยู่ 5ล้านคน ต้องกลับมา lockdowns อีก สิ่งที่เกิดขึ้นเพราะความประมาท รัฐ victoria. ให้บริษัทเอกชนทำ quarantines คนที่กลับมาจากต่างประเทศ รัฐอื่นไปให้ตำรวจดำเนินการ สิ่งที่เกิดขึ้นคือ guard สูบบุหรี่ร่วมกับคนที่มาquarantines ว่ากันว่า guard ถึงกับมี sex กับคนที่มา quarantine แน่นอนกลับมาบ้าน ชุมชน ก็ทำให้แพร่กระจายต่อ second wave
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Chapter 1 Husband and Bestie It was 9 p.m. and was rainy now. In such a cool autumn night, Lily just stands in front of the villa without an umbrella and her clothes on her shoulders have been wet by the rain. But she doesn’t realize it and still takes off her coat and wrap it around the present that she has prepared carefully. Today is the first anniversary of Lily and Tim. Lily was supposed to be in her mother's house, but she secretly bought a gift to give big a surprise for him. When she walks to the door, her clothes are wet totally. She takes out the key from her pocket and opens the door carefully. Without turning on the light, she stands at the porch and changes her shoes. At the moment of lifting her feet, she sees a pair of red high-heeled shoes on the ground. Lily is shocked and frozen, because she knows clearly that they are not her shoes, and not her size. The heart is just seems to be grasped by a pair of invisible big hands. Lily puts the things in her arms on the ground and walks slowly towards the bedroom on the second floor. The closer she gets, the clearer the coquettish conversation becomes— Oh, Tim... A familiar female voice penetrates the eardrum and is extremely excited. I just know you like it! The man is attached, and certainly, that is her husband Tim's voice. From the corridor to the door, Lily seems to walk on the edge of a knife every step. Even if she can't see what's going on inside, it's not hard to imagine the intensity of the sex just by listening to the voice. Who do you like better, Lily and I The woman suddenly asks, making Lily's heart also up the voice. Then Lily hears a heartbreaking answer, what’s up, are you jealous I've focused myself on sex with you. How can I touch her I have no interest in her! Anybody can’t believe that her husband has never touched her for more than a year from their love to marriage, because he said he doesn't have the ability. But now, her husband is making love with her best friend. Lily just feels that she is a heroine. In such a case, she could bears and not pushes the door until the end of this sex. At the moment of entering the room, she is still shocked, because it is not someone else lying naked with her husband, but her best friend, Jade. From high school to college, and to graduation now, they are always close friends. She has never imagined that one day Jade would lie in her bed just like this. Lily suddenly recalls that every time she goes back to her mother's house, Jade always asks about the time, and never goes to travel with Lily. Lily now realizes that there's a reason for everything Obviously, the two in bed don't expect that Lily, who should be in her mother's home, would appear here, but merely for a moment, Tim again keeps calm and shouts go out!” “Get out” Lily has never been a short-tempered person. But, this time, she can't help her anger in her chest. She glances at the hot kettle on the table, picks it up and throws it to the man and woman on the bed. Disgusting! Dirty! she shouts loudly. Lily, Tim hasn't touched you for such a long time. You should think about it from his position. Jade doesn’t feel ashamed at all, which is really terrible. Oh, god she sneers, shall I say thank you to you Jade, I treat you as a friend. That's how you treat me Other husbands are better, aren't they Lily has never said anything so explicit. Tim looks at her and says, go out first. Don't worry, I won’t stay any more. Lily merely feels it disgusting to look at them more. Tim, just think about how to explain to your mother I won't hide those ugly things for you again! They have married for a year. On the wedding night, Tim told her that he couldn’t have a sex. She though it would get better. Her mother-in-law asked her why she didn't have children. She didn’t say anything. Her mother-in-law asked if she had any physical problems. She lied about it again. But that cause such a horrible thing. Lily just feels that she is too stupid. But in the face of her threats, Tim doesn't even frown. In those years, Lily chased him for so long. There is no bottom
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I moaned, liking the pleasurable pain. My heart raced as he dug harder, faster inside me. Overwhelming lust filled me to the brink and I lifted hi
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Chapter 1 Husband and Bestie It was 9 p.m. and was rainy now. In such a cool autumn night, Lily just stands in front of the villa without an umbrella and her clothes on her shoulders have been wet by the rain. But she doesn’t realize it and still takes off her coat and wrap it around the present that she has prepared carefully. Today is the first anniversary of Lily and Tim. Lily was supposed to be in her mother's house, but she secretly bought a gift to give big a surprise for him. When she walks to the door, her clothes are wet totally. She takes out the key from her pocket and opens the door carefully. Without turning on the light, she stands at the porch and changes her shoes. At the moment of lifting her feet, she sees a pair of red high-heeled shoes on the ground. Lily is shocked and frozen, because she knows clearly that they are not her shoes, and not her size. The heart is just seems to be grasped by a pair of invisible big hands. Lily puts the things in her arms on the ground and walks slowly towards the bedroom on the second floor. The closer she gets, the clearer the coquettish conversation becomes— Oh, Tim... A familiar female voice penetrates the eardrum and is extremely excited. I just know you like it! The man is attached, and certainly, that is her husband Tim's voice. From the corridor to the door, Lily seems to walk on the edge of a knife every step. Even if she can't see what's going on inside, it's not hard to imagine the intensity of the sex just by listening to the voice. Who do you like better, Lily and I The woman suddenly asks, making Lily's heart also up the voice. Then Lily hears a heartbreaking answer, what’s up, are you jealous I've focused myself on sex with you. How can I touch her I have no interest in her! Anybody can’t believe that her husband has never touched her for more than a year from their love to marriage, because he said he doesn't have the ability. But now, her husband is making love with her best friend. Lily just feels that she is a heroine. In such a case, she could bears and not pushes the door until the end of this sex. At the moment of entering the room, she is still shocked, because it is not someone else lying naked with her husband, but her best friend, Jade. From high school to college, and to graduation now, they are always close friends. She has never imagined that one day Jade would lie in her bed just like this. Lily suddenly recalls that every time she goes back to her mother's house, Jade always asks about the time, and never goes to travel with Lily. Lily now realizes that there's a reason for everything Obviously, the two in bed don't expect that Lily, who should be in her mother's home, would appear here, but merely for a moment, Tim again keeps calm and shouts go out!” “Get out” Lily has never been a short-tempered person. But, this time, she can't help her anger in her chest. She glances at the hot kettle on the table, picks it up and throws it to the man and woman on the bed. Disgusting! Dirty! she shouts loudly. Lily, Tim hasn't touched you for such a long time. You should think about it from his position. Jade doesn’t feel ashamed at all, which is really terrible. Oh, god she sneers, shall I say thank you to you Jade, I treat you as a friend. That's how you treat me Other husbands are better, aren't they Lily has never said anything so explicit. Tim looks at her and says, go out first. Don't worry, I won’t stay any more. Lily merely feels it disgusting to look at them more. Tim, just think about how to explain to your mother I won't hide those ugly things for you again! They have married for a year. On the wedding night, Tim told her that he couldn’t have a sex. She though it would get better. Her mother-in-law asked her why she didn't have children. She didn’t say anything. Her mother-in-law asked if she had any physical problems. She lied about it again. But that cause such a horrible thing. Lily just feels that she is too stupid. But in the face of her threats, Tim doesn't even frown. In those years, Lily chased him for so long. There is no bottom
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
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At nine o'clock in the evening, in the boy's dormitory of the university. "Chen Hao, go to room 101 on the first floor and bring me my laptop!" A guy with blond hair from the next dormitory directly kicked Chen Hao's dormitory door open. After throwing Chen Hao a buck, he put his hands into his pockets and went back to his dormitory. "By the way, Chen Hao, buy me a bottle of mineral water from the supermarket downstairs!" The blonde-hair guy came back again and threw another three bucks on the ground. Two bucks were for the water, and the other was Chen Hao’s errand fee. "Hey Blondie, why do the people from your dormitory always ask Chen Hao to run errands for you? Why are you always bullying him?" The people in Chen Hao's dormitory asked with a straight face as they could not stand it anymore. "Chen Hao is from your dormitory. Don't you know him yet? He’s willing to do anything for money! " Blondie said in a sarcastic tone and left with mock on his face. Chen Hao turned a deaf ear to the snarky comments, but he also blushed. He bent down and picked up the money from the ground. He thought, “In this way, I earn two bucks. It’s enough for me to buy three steamed bread and a bag of salted vegetables, so I won’t starve anymore! "Chen Hao... Don't go. If you don’t have any money, we can lend you money. You don't have to pay it back." The head of the dormitory said sympathetically. Chen Hao smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Thank you..." He turned around and went out. The people in the dorm gazed at Chen Hao's figure from behind and shook their heads with pity. In fact, Chen Hao didn't want to run errands for people, and also wanted to live happily in university like others. But he was lucky to be able to continue his studies in a university. He was extremely poor! His roommates were very nice to him. But the more they helped, the less he wanted their help. Otherwise, no matter how strong their friendship was, there would eventually be a gap between them. Apart from his roommates, Chen Hao had almost nothing in the university! "Chen Hao, I heard Blondie said that you’re going downstairs." An elegantly dressed student came out of the dormitory next door. His name was Xu Nan, the leader of Blondie's dormitory. His family ran a factory. He was rich, tall and handsome, and was hugely popular among the females. However, he had always looked down on Chen Hao. Even on a good day, he would not look Chen Hao in the eye. Chen Hao had no idea why he called him. Chen Hao nodded, "Yes!" Xu Nan smiled nonchalantly. He took out a box of Durex from his pocket and threw it at Chen Hao. "Perfect timing. A friend of mine is in the East grove today. Go and deliver this to him. Ten bucks for you!" Xu Nan was a playboy and he always dated with a lot of girls. He also had many cronies. Chen Hao didn't think much about it. He just wanted to make money. Chen Hao took it and headed for the stairs. As he turned his back, he seemed to hear Xu Nan's laughter coming from behind. Chen Hao went downstairs. He planned to take Blondie’s computer and bought a bottle of mineral water on his way back after delivering Durex. Chen Hao knew that the grove outside the campus was a famous romantic place and also known as a field camp to have sex. In no time, Chen Hao arrived at the place that Xu Nan mentioned. At a glance, he saw a man and a woman sitting on the promenade in the woods. They were talking and laughing. Under the moonlight, Chen Hao saw their faces distinctly. His whole body trembled! It was Yang Xia! Chen Hao's eyes turned red at once, and the Durex he held in his hand fell onto the ground. Yang Xia was Chen Hao's ex-girlfriend. It had only been three days since they broke up. Of course, it was Yang Xia who dumped Chen Hao. When they broke up, Yang Xia said that she needed some alone time. As a result, after only three days, she came here with another guy! Chen Hao’s sudden appearance drew their attention. Everyone's expression was different. "Chen Hao... Why are you here? You... don't get me wrong. Lu Ch
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
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At nine o'clock in the evening, in the boy's dormitory of the university. "Chen Hao, go to room 101 on the first floor and bring me my laptop!" A guy with blond hair from the next dormitory directly kicked Chen Hao's dormitory door open. After throwing Chen Hao a buck, he put his hands into his pockets and went back to his dormitory. "By the way, Chen Hao, buy me a bottle of mineral water from the supermarket downstairs!" The blonde-hair guy came back again and threw another three bucks on the ground. Two bucks were for the water, and the other was Chen Hao’s errand fee. "Hey Blondie, why do the people from your dormitory always ask Chen Hao to run errands for you? Why are you always bullying him?" The people in Chen Hao's dormitory asked with a straight face as they could not stand it anymore. "Chen Hao is from your dormitory. Don't you know him yet? He’s willing to do anything for money! " Blondie said in a sarcastic tone and left with mock on his face. Chen Hao turned a deaf ear to the snarky comments, but he also blushed. He bent down and picked up the money from the ground. He thought, “In this way, I earn two bucks. It’s enough for me to buy three steamed bread and a bag of salted vegetables, so I won’t starve anymore! "Chen Hao... Don't go. If you don’t have any money, we can lend you money. You don't have to pay it back." The head of the dormitory said sympathetically. Chen Hao smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Thank you..." He turned around and went out. The people in the dorm gazed at Chen Hao's figure from behind and shook their heads with pity. In fact, Chen Hao didn't want to run errands for people, and also wanted to live happily in university like others. But he was lucky to be able to continue his studies in a university. He was extremely poor! His roommates were very nice to him. But the more they helped, the less he wanted their help. Otherwise, no matter how strong their friendship was, there would eventually be a gap between them. Apart from his roommates, Chen Hao had almost nothing in the university! "Chen Hao, I heard Blondie said that you’re going downstairs." An elegantly dressed student came out of the dormitory next door. His name was Xu Nan, the leader of Blondie's dormitory. His family ran a factory. He was rich, tall and handsome, and was hugely popular among the females. However, he had always looked down on Chen Hao. Even on a good day, he would not look Chen Hao in the eye. Chen Hao had no idea why he called him. Chen Hao nodded, "Yes!" Xu Nan smiled nonchalantly. He took out a box of Durex from his pocket and threw it at Chen Hao. "Perfect timing. A friend of mine is in the East grove today. Go and deliver this to him. Ten bucks for you!" Xu Nan was a playboy and he always dated with a lot of girls. He also had many cronies. Chen Hao didn't think much about it. He just wanted to make money. Chen Hao took it and headed for the stairs. As he turned his back, he seemed to hear Xu Nan's laughter coming from behind. Chen Hao went downstairs. He planned to take Blondie’s computer and bought a bottle of mineral water on his way back after delivering Durex. Chen Hao knew that the grove outside the campus was a famous romantic place and also known as a field camp to have sex. In no time, Chen Hao arrived at the place that Xu Nan mentioned. At a glance, he saw a man and a woman sitting on the promenade in the woods. They were talking and laughing. Under the moonlight, Chen Hao saw their faces distinctly. His whole body trembled! It was Yang Xia! Chen Hao's eyes turned red at once, and the Durex he held in his hand fell onto the ground. Yang Xia was Chen Hao's ex-girlfriend. It had only been three days since they broke up. Of course, it was Yang Xia who dumped Chen Hao. When they broke up, Yang Xia said that she needed some alone time. As a result, after only three days, she came here with another guy! Chen Hao’s sudden appearance drew their attention. Everyone's expression was different. "Chen Hao... Why are you here? You... don't get me wrong. Lu Ch
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I had lied to my husband. And this took place at an altitude of 30,000 feet. In the small washroom, my suit skirt was pulled up to my waist while one of my legs was lifted high. The man behind me kept thrusting again and again as I gritted my teeth not daring to make any sound. Perhaps this was the most fervent sex I had experienced in my entire life, but it was also the saddest way to let myself go. Just last night, I discovered that my beloved husband, Jiang Zhigang, had actually been cheating on me. Not only that, the other party was actually… a man! After watching the videos in my mailbox of the two of them having sex on the bed, I had crazily smashed everything at home. No wonder Jiang Zhigang rarely touched me in these two years after we got married. He would either reject me using the reason that he was too busy with work, or too tired with no energy left. It turned out that the reason was because he… was simply gay! I cried my heart out after smashing everything in the house. I did not want to understand why there was homosexual love in human sexuality. I only wanted to know why Jiang Zhigang lied to me, making me look like a fool as I weaved my dream of being a happy little woman. The more I thought about it, the more I felt chills running down my spine. I felt so disgusted that I wanted to throw up when I remembered how he whispered sweet nothings while touching me using the hands he touched some other man. Fumed by my rage, I went on the Internet to read a lot about homosexuality and only to discover that there were many women like me who had been deceived. They called such marriages a lavender marriage, which was also a marriage of convenience. So what was I, a convenient wife? Did this mean that the reason why Jiang Zhigang would always come up with various excuses to brush me off except for the first night of our wedding when he forced himself to make love to me was he wanted to stay loyal to his gay partner? The blow was too great. It caused me to stare in the chaotic room for a long time before I finally called him up telling him that I wanted a divorce. He was stunned for a while on the phone. Perhaps he found it to be too sudden. With a hasty tone, he asked me what happened and whether he had done something wrong? I told him he did nothing wrong. The person who was wrong was me, for being blind to the fact that my husband actually loved a man. On top of that, he was actually the bottom in the relationship! I believed my words must have taken him by shock. Otherwise, he who was usually soft-spoken would not have raised his tone eight notes higher shouting and asking who was the one spreading this nonsense. He said he would never do so. If there had been no videos to prove it, I would have also thought that it was just a rumored nonsense. After all, we had been lovers for three years before our two-year marriage. After spending five years together, how could I possibly believe that he, who was gentle and extremely cheery, would actually turn out to be gay? I cried so hard that I could not even speak. Jiang Zhigang became anxious right away. He told me he would come back immediately and asked me to stop thinking about it. He said somebody must have deliberately messed with him and told me to never believe it. I also hoped that this was just a prank. After all, those videos had completely messed my mind up. The coy smiles on Jiang Zhigang’s lips made him look even more enchanting than a woman. That man pressed down on him, riding him while drawing sounds of moan from him that pierced right directly at my nerves. I sat for two hours in the same position with my phone in my hand. He told me he would come back immediately but he never showed up at all. I smiled miserably and moved my stiff body before proceeding to stand up. I was not from this city. I merely moved here to live with my husband after I got married. Because of this, I would have to wade through mountains and rivers even if I felt wronged and needed to cry in the warmth of my family. After packing a few simple clothes, I carried my suitcase and w
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“You need to get laid, bro, we all know how miserable you get when you haven’t—” Tobias’s hand stilled as his whiskey glass touched his lips. His brother stopped mid-sentence. Xavier could be tactless, that was a given, but this was going too far. Their friend, Luke, stepped in. “You’ve had too much to drink, buddy.” Xavier blanched as he lowered his face and gazed at the table. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” “Maybe get a handle on the beers,” Tobias threw back. His brother nodded, as if agreeing. “I wasn’t thinking.” “Most times you don’t.” Tobias lifted his glass to his lips. His words were harsh but they were true. Most of the time Xavier didn’t think before he opened his mouth. Luke looked uncomfortable, as if he was caught in a dilemma and wasn’t sure whether to stay or leave. Tobias set down his glass as the awkward silence lengthened, but it was soon broken by the sound of Tobias’s cell phone ringing. Fishing it out of his jacket pocket, he saw that it was Naomi. This was awkward. He had no desire to take that call here, so he declined it. In a moment of weakness, he had called and left her a message earlier today. Throughout the day he had been surprised that the high-class escort he had split up with a few months ago hadn’t called him back immediately. ‘Split up’ didn’t seem the right phrase, even though his friends and family believed that she was his girlfriend. Why would they think otherwise? Maybe she had been busy with a client. He didn’t like to think about that. “I need to make a call,” he said gruffly, getting up from the table. Xavier was right. He was moody when he didn’t have sex. He walked past the tables of people laughing and flirting and went out onto the rooftop terrace, away from inquisitive ears. He called Naomi. “Are you alright?” Her first question to him was laced with concern. “Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” “I didn’t expect to hear from you again,” she replied. He swallowed. This was beyond awkward, and it shouldn't have been. He'd used her services for a couple of years now, but it had been the Christmas vacation that had done it. He always needed to get away from the city at that time of the year. Last year he'd taken Naomi to North Island. With their agreement set in stone, and a contract having been drawn up between them, he assumed it would have been straightforward enough for her to understand what he needed from her. No emotional attachment. No future. But he still had needs, and Naomi took care of them. “I want you back,” he told her. “Back?” He heard her faint gasp. “In the same capacity. Exclusive, the same rate, everything.” “If you want me back,” Naomi replied, her voice turning sultry, “I want more.” He grimaced. She'd learned a thing or two from him. “How much more?” “Six hundred and sixty six dollars per day.” She wanted twenty thousand dollars a month, to be at his beck and call? “You drive a hard bargain.” “I’ve learned a lot from your business calls from the bed.” He breathed out, contemplating. “You said I was worth it, the first time we negotiated,” she countered, filling the silence with her breathless voice. “That's not exactly what I said.” He remembered that first time he'd called the discreet dating agency, a recommendation from one of his billionaire friends. After years of abstaining, years of feeling guilty, trying to forget all that he had lost, he realized that he needed to get back into the land of the living, otherwise the guilt would eat away at him, if the alcohol didn’t finish him off sooner. He’d become a workaholic. Burying himself away in his office, dealing with numbers, and making even more money, was easy. Connecting with people, was not.
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' After he thought that, regret emerged in him. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love, and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his eyes
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