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 Celebrities › Re: This PM News Headline About Davido's Son's Death Is Mindboggling by metalgear11(m): 2:06pm On Nov 02, 2022 |
Ratings. That's what the media is all about these days. What makes them the most viewed paper or gives them the most likes or sell the most papers. This is small compared to the nonsense media stations do here in the States. We are in a world today where morals no longer mean anything. What ever makes them money is what matters. It doesn't matter how deep into filth they have to dig. Sadly, people like things that "shake the status quo, deviate from the norm" and they gobble it up like cold yogurt. it's a sad time we live in. May the soul of the little dude read peacefully. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 12:43am On Nov 02, 2022 |
So moving forward, I'll be reverting to my previous method of posting. The antispambot deleted my last update and banned me again for another 24 hours. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 12:23am On Nov 01, 2022 |
“Say aaaaah,” Avery instructed as she held the spoonful of oatmeal porridge to the old man’s lips. “Ahhh,” the man replied weakly. “That’s good,” she encouraged as he ate, “just a few more spoons and we’re done.” Richard leaned against the frame of the door and watched her feed his former-but-yet-to-be-informed father-in-law. He hadn’t spoken to her in over two weeks. He knew the encounter she had with Athena the morning after their night out must have really shaken her, but he had not had the chance to talk to her after. Each time he tried to summon the courage, he had not come up with the right words to say. Thus, the days dragged into weeks. “Hmmm, your appetite seems great to me,” he heard her say, “how come you’re not eating regularly?” “I’m not sure if it’s the medication or the illness, but my entire mouth feels very sore, so I often don’t feel like eating very much.” the man replied. “You need to eat so as to keep your energy levels up. Y’know you’re on some pretty strong medication,” Avery scolded as she placed the now empty bowl aside and wiped some porridge off the side of his mouth with a paper napkin. Richard walked in to the room and they both turned. Avery abruptly stood up from the bed. “Oh Richard…you’re here,” the frail man said with a smile. Richard smiled back. He tried to acknowledge Avery but the only stared back at him with a blank, bespectacled shift of her eyes. “Nurse Avery…you’re here too,” he said. “Y-yes, the…patient was not eating well enough, and I tried to make him take in more food…” “Oh, Avery,” Athena’s father said, gently rubbing her hand with his bony fingers, “she is such a very nice lady…always taking care of me. She made sure I finished the food. Every single bite of it.” “Oh, it’s nothing,” Avery said and her cheeks turned pink in embarrassment, “taking care of patients is my responsibility.” Athena’s father stared at her mournfully. “Every time I see you, I keep feeling it’s a pity I do not have a son.” “Why do you say that sir?” she asked. Athena’s father smiled at her again. “You would have been an excellent daughter-in-law.” Later, after concluding his ward rounds, Richard trudged solemnly down the hallway to his office. having seen her up close again, he couldn’t get his mind off her. She still had that her peachy smell, the bashful yet flirty look behind her black-rimmed glasses, and the subtle moving of her hair behind her ear whenever she was shy. She was still the same girl. A few nurses greeted and walked passed him, but he barely gave them a nod. He thought about two nights ago when he was with Eliza. Here he was reminiscing about an innocent girl when he had screwed another barely forty-eight hours earlier. He was indeed trash. He rounded the corner to the nurses’ station and almost ran into the subject of his thought. Avery was deep in thought and did not see Richard until she was almost on top of him. She jerked back to reality. “Err...goo…good day Dr. Richard,” she greeted and tried to walk past. “Avery…I…these past few weeks I’ve really wanted to contact you, but…I was flooded with so much work and I could not find enough time…” “Ahh, I see…” Richard quickly glanced down the hallway at the nurses’ station. Nobody was paying any attention to them. “Are you free tonight? I think we need to have a talk…” “T-tonight?” “We can meet when your shift is over…at the café we usually meet.” “I, ahh, tonight is not such a good…” “Ah, Dr. Richard…there you are.” They both heard a booming voice behind him. Richard turned to see his chief walking towards him. “I’ve been looking all over the place for you,” he said as he approached. “Chief…I’ve…” He wrapped his arm around Richard’s shoulder. “Are you free tonight? Mr. Steamer, the Emperor Pharmaceuticals guy, wants us all to meet up at the lounge again, hahahaha.” He leaned in closer to him and winked. “We can go there and get some really beautiful arses, you know what I mean?” “Uhhh…Chief…” Richard gestured. He immediately saw Avery standing there, her eyes and head lowered in embarrassment. “Oh, uh…nurse Avery, I didn’t see you there!” he laughed at his clumsiness. “I…I’ll just be on my way…” Avery said and hurried down the hallway. The two doctors watched her as she left, and Chief turned to Richard and caught the look in his face. “I hope there’s nothing going on between you both.” He said sternly. Richard was taken aback. “What do you mean?” Chief gave him a dark look. “I believe it was not during your time here, but there was a specialist in the orthopedics ward a few years ago who had an affair with a nurse behind his wife’s back. Both of them were excused from their positions.” He leaned in closer. “in these trying times, if you don’t carefully watch where you put your dick, you could get into a lot of trouble. If rumors like that get spread, you can kiss your career as a doctor goodbye.” He reached forward and patted Richard’s crotch to his chagrin. “Watch where you sow your wild oats, okay? If you are feeling itchy down there, it’s better to spend some good money to get a classy lady instead.” ------------------------------------ That evening, as he headed to the bus stop to take him to the train station, he thought over what the chief had said. Why risk his career over a fling? To him it was not a fling. He genuinely cared about her. But their relationship, or whatever it was they had, was not well defined. Did he want it to go further? He thought about Eliza. The sex was great, but he did not seem to have any feelings for her. From their last encounter, it seemed she treated their relationship much more seriously than he thought. Why was she suddenly being so attached? She used to tease him back in the day, telling him she could never date someone she considered as a brother. So what caused her change in heart? From afar he noticed a lone figure standing at the bus stop. He couldn’t see the person clearly, but that profile was very familiar. As he moved closer, the feminine features became clearer. He was about to call out, but heard the bus approach from behind and drive past him. It stopped and the person stepped inside. Richard burst out into a sprint. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 1:11am On Oct 28, 2022 |
Afterwards, she lay on her side spent and useless, a mixture of his semen and her juices slowly expelling from her and pooling on the leather upholstery. Richard sat staring at the ceiling beside her. “What were you trying to prove? Was that your answer? That you only see me as someone to have sex with?” she demanded. Richard sighed. “Eliza…I really don’t know.” Eliza sat up. “You don’t know what?” “I mean our relationship. There was a time I loved you so much, you were my everything. But you met one richer dude and both of us drifted apart. We met again after so many years, our divorces and all, we suddenly have this sexual attraction to each other.” He turned to face her. “Eliza…even though all this happened, I never saw you as just someone I can only have sex with.” “Then what do you see me as?” “A...dear friend” “A friend?” “Yeah, a good friend whom I meet up with once a while to have sex with. More like…a friend with benefits.” Eliza laughed. “Great,” she said, “you haven’t changed at all.” She stood up and walked in all her näked glory to the bar. “Most of the men ive met use smooth and sweet words to trick young girls into sleeping with them, with all sorts of flowery language…” She returned with another pair of drinks and handed him one. “…but you’re still the same honest, brain-dead Richard I used to know.” “I’m brain dead?” She sat down beside him and sipped her drink. “No…maybe you did change. I still remember the time you cried to me, stating that there’s no such thing as an honest friendship between a man and a woman.” She sighed. “Maybe you were right…” “What do you mean? All that was years ago.” She smiled. “Why are you so nervous? You’re still the old you.” She stood up again. “It’s almost time for you to leave right? Don’t you have a “curfew” to obey?” She raised her arms above her head and stretched, tying her flaming red hair into a bun. “it’s so annoying – someone you care enough to have sex with does not even measure up to your ex-wife…it looks like I would be sleeping alone again tonight,” she said invitingly. She looked over her shoulder only to see him already dressed up. “I’m sorry…I really can’t stay out tonight as well…” “Yeah, I know…” He headed to the door of the suite. “I promise I will make it up to you someday.” “Good night.” She took a quick shower, slipped into a nightgown and sat on the sofa. She picked up her drink and took a large sip. A friend you meet up once in a while to have sex with. What nonsense. She picked the remote up and turned the TV on, aimlessly switching through the channels. She stumbled on the news station there was her nemesis reporting the daily stock market. She paused for a moment and watched as she rambled on about how one particular index rose and others fell several average points. A glass of fine whiskey hurtled through the air and smashed against the flatscreen, shattering it and sending snakey lines all over the surface. You bïtch. You’re in for it now, Eliza seethed. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 1:04am On Oct 28, 2022 |
He let her regain her sanity as he unzipped and stepped out of his trousers and underpants. Eliza in her daze eyed his stiffness warily as he lay her on her side. He gave her wetness a few strokes before pressing his glans against her lips and plunging in in one swift motion. He glided in and out, alternating the intensity and depth of his thrusts. Eliza went mad. Her muscles gripped him tightly as he grinded against her spot. Richard had to tighten his abs as her muscles gripped and tightened, eagerly trying to force the milk out of him. He gritted his teeth tightly and forced himself not to erupt. After a while Eliza got up from her side and pushed him to sit. She straddled his laps and reached between them to grab him. She gave herself a few strokes before sitting down abruptly, burying his entire length in her. The look in her eyes was so erotic, Richard shuddered. She lowered her lips to his and began to kiss him again, all the while grinding her hips back and forth. Richard could feel his ejaculation building up slowly and he tried to slow her movements by gripping her waist tightly. “Richard, I…” Eliza gasped as she broke the deep kiss. Richard gripped her breast and have it a soft squeeze. “What is it babe?” “I…I have something to ask you.” “What?” His hips involuntarily thrust upwards and Eliza almost blacked out. “I…ugh…” “Yeah?” another upwards thrust and Eliza was beginning to see stars. “I…I…am I…what am I to you?” Richard stopped his movements. Now that he thought about it, they had never defined their relationship. “I’m just…curious." she had regained some sanity and now sat with her arms crossed over her generous chest. "What exactly am I to you?” He had no answer to that. He just sat there with his hands against her hips as she waited for him to answer. His mind drew a blank. Rather than say anything, he gripped her tightly again and gave her another powerful thrust that almost lifted her off him. “Hey!” she yelled. “What are you doing?! You haven’t answered me!” His thrusts increased even more. “Answer me!” Eliza kept yelling, “what am I to you?!” He did not respond. “Stop it!!! Stop it right now!!” she screamed and gave him an ear-deafening slap. She knew she had made a mistake the moment her palm connected with his cheek. “Richard…I’m so-” With a growl she did not recognize, she felt herself being lifted up. Richard stood up with her body in his arms, and before she realized what was happening, he began to pound her mercilessly, meeting each downward plunge with an equally powerful thrust of his own. “Kyaaaa!!!” Eliza screamed as her lights almost went out. Her life began to flash before her eyes. “Answer me Richard. What am I to you?” she kept demanding, “hurry up and answer me.” Her vision began to blur and darken. She felt a dull slap on her rump and shuddered. “Answer me Richard.” Her body began to shudder and another orgasm coursed through her. Richard ploughed her through two more quick orgasms and she soon began to feel numb. “Richard…” She felt him push her on her stomach. Her arse were now presented to him fully. He gently kissed her butt and rubbed his leaking head against her swollen lips. He leaned over her and slowly buried his shaft into her. “Richard…tell me…” she said weakly as he pounded her into the sofa. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 1:00am On Oct 28, 2022 |
Richard walked slightly behind Eliza as she led him down the long hall on the top floor of the hotel. The whole atmosphere had the aura of sophistication – only the crème-de-la-crème of the society walked these halls – and he felt a bit intimidated. Low ranking doctors like him could never afford to indulge in such opulence. She stopped at a door and tapped the lock with a keycard. The electric beep and green light signaled the unlocking of the door, and she walked into the brightly lit interior. “Please, make yourself at home,” Eliza said as he slowly walked into the elegance of the suite. Richard pulled his jacket off and sat on one of the leather sofas. Everything allured exquisiteness and taste. “Do you want something to drink?” Eliza asked as she walked to the well-stocked bar. “No, I’m fine, thanks.” “C’mon, are you going to let me drink alone?” she remarked and filled to glasses with expensive whiskey. She walked over to him and handed him one. “Thanks.” He took the proffered glass and had a sip. “Eliza, I need to talk to you about our rela…” “Relax for a while. I’ll be back in a moment.” She interrupted. “But Eliza…” she had already disappeared into the bedroom of the suite. Richard sighed and took another swig. The liquor burned down his throat and exploded in his belly, making him gasp momentarily. He heard her return and saw her carrying a violin case. “Eliza…” he began to say, but the words froze in her mouth when she untangled her red hair and let it fall all over her shoulders. She reached behind her neck and undid the buttons there and ever so slowly let the smooth dress slide off her body like a waterfall, exposing her pure näkedness underneath. A lump formed in his throat as he watched her step barefooted out of the dress and reach for the violin which she had earlier pulled out of its case and had set to one side. “E-Eliza, this is not why I followed you up here…” “We’ll talk about that later. Why don’t you help me lower the lights?” She pointed to where the light switch was and he staggered over on very shaky legs. He lowered the lights, giving the suite a dimly lit aura. “Eliza…” but she had already pulled up a bar stool in the middle of the suite. “Please, sit down,” she said. Richard did as she was told, returning to where he sat earlier. She positioned the violin, made a few notes, and began to play. Richard was mesmerized. For the next thirty or so minutes he sat enthralled by the skill and deftness of her music. At a point his peripheral vision was blurred out and he could only see Eliza cast by the dim light above her. The passion with which she played her instrument shone through. When she finally stopped, Richard gave her a long round of applause. Eliza slowly got up and walked to where he sat. “Whenever I’m practicing like this at home, I often don’t like wearing anything,” she replied to his unasked question, “it’s when there are no barriers between me and any instrument I play that I always come out with my best.” Her knees rested on the part of the sofa between his legs and she leaned forward over him. “Richard, you’re the only person who’s ever seen me perform like this…not even my ex-husband knew about it,” she whispered. Richard could not take his eyes off her flawless body. “But why did you decide to show me this…private and sacred part of you?” “I’m not going to tell you that willingly,” Eliza responded, her bright, smokey eyes boring deep into his, “you’re gonna have to fück that information out of me.” “Eliz…” but she planted a deep kiss on his lips, shutting his protests. She straddled his laps and wrapped her long arms around his neck, and the intensity of her kiss deepened. Richard gripped her waist and pulled her into him tightly. He moved his lips from hers and attacked her already hard nïpples. At the same time, he reached between her butt and she gasped as he plunged his fingers into her already wet core. “Richard!!!” she moaned and began to grind against his probing digits. He turned her onto her back and slid his fingers in deeper. He pummeled her roughly, her moans increasing in pitch and in a matter of moments, she bellowed and arched her back, throwing her head backwards and shuddering as a large amount of liquid came gushing out into his palm. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 2:20pm On Oct 27, 2022 |
AmaPaulOma:I'll try keep the updates as consistent as I can. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 12:18am On Oct 27, 2022 |
There wasn’t a single sound in the auditorium as the audience sat and watched spellbound at the performance on the stage. Every single person was mesmerized at the performance, particularly by the fiery-haired character. Acting was a second nature to her, and she delivered her lines flawlessly with grace and poise. Richard sat in the audience and watched Eliza perform. He hadn’t seen nor heard from her for more than three weeks, not since the night she had sent the text to meet at her place. He had thought of sending her a message on numerous occasions, but each time he had been lost for words. Fortunately, she had put on her status that she was going to be performing at the auditorium tonight, and he decided to give her a surprise. That would take his mind off Athena for a while. They had exchanged some heated words, or rather she had, the day she had accused him of talking to Weatherpunk or whatever the fück his name was. Richard had tried to make her believe he had not told him anything, but her ravings and rants prevented him from getting any word in edgewise. He finally gave up and went into his room to prevent the argument from escalating. It had been a long day at the hospital and he already had a headache. He didn’t want her to add to his stress. He simply shut the door behind him to keep out her annoying raving. He didn’t see her the next two days, though he heard her coming in late at night. On the third day, he noticed she had packed a small suitcase which she had placed by the door. He had asked her where she was going but she had mumbled something about it not being “any of your fücking business”. Damn, her swearing vocabulary had really been upgraded. He spent most of her days away working long hours at the hospital. He often caught glimpses of Avery, but it seemed she too was trying to stay out of his way. What was going on with the “women in his life” these days? They all seemed to have something eating at them. Athena returned two days prior after about a week. Though she seemed more relaxed, she still had a frown on her face and only mumbled when he greeted her. He decided that tonight, rather than go home to the cold and uninviting atmosphere, he’d go see Eliza’s performance. ------------------------------------------- He walked to the dressing room area after the performance had ended to a standing ovation. He found her name on the door to the far left and knocked gently. “Please come in,” he heard her elegant voice respond behind the slightly ajar door. “You were very lovely tonight,” he said as he walked in. Eliza turned at his voice. “Oh Richard!” She stood up from the mirror she sat in front of and ran to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her body into his in a tight hug. “Thank you for coming…I had no idea you were going to be there.” She exclaimed while kissing him on the cheek. “Uh…yeah, I haven’t seen you in a while, so I decided to surprise you,” he kissed her back and gave her the bouquet of roses he had in his hand. “Are these for me? How romantic of you.” She exclaimed in glee as she took the flowers from him. She looked as exquisite has ever. She had already changed from her stage clothes into a smooth and flawless long-sleeved silk dress which seemed to have been painted on. It hugged her lovely curves without a hint of wrinkles or contours. The red lipstick she had been applying when he walked in blended perfectly with her red hair and red fingernails. She was just breathtaking to look at. “Why don’t you let me finish applying my makeup and we can catch up over a drink? I’ve not seen you for ages.” “Sure…ah, I’ll just wait outside while you finish.” --------------------------------- “So what have you been up to lately? Why haven’t I been able to see you?” she asked after the waitress placed their drinks and snacks on the table in front of them. Richard picked up his scotch. He tried to turn his eyes away from the swell of the inviting pair of beauties displayed by the deep plunge of her dress. “Nothing really. I’ve just been so swamped in work at the hospital. I’ve also had to handle some…personal stuff.” Eliza stared at him solemnly for a while. “Are you still living with her?” “Hmm?” he asked, pretending not to hear what she said. “I said are you still living with that woman?” there was a slight edge in her voice. “Oh, yeah…I thought I mentioned the situation with her sick dad.” Eliza sighed and took a sip of her vodka spritz. She reached for one of the spring rolls and took a bite. “Matters between husband and wife are always so complicated.” “Hey, we’re already divorced!” he tried to defend himself. “Are you sure? Or are you just saying it as a ruse to convince yourself?” “No I’m not…” She stared at him for another long moment, and he eventually had to break eye contact when it was becoming too uncomfortable. They finished the rest of their drinks over light conversation, after which she insisted on paying the tab. “Let’s go upstairs,” she said after the waitress had been tipped with many thanks. “Upstairs where?” “I booked a suite in this hotel,” she smiled as he basked in her breathtaking beauty, “anytime I have a performance, I always book a suite in a nearby hotel. I really don’t like going home to be alone afterwards.” Richard hesitated. “Eliza, I don’t think today’s such a good…” She began to walk in her elegant stride towards the exit. “Ahh, please help me with my purse…like you used to do back in the day…” she said, her eyes staring at him seductively. They moved out of the bar and Richard found himself following her to the elevators. His eyes were glued to the movements her body made in her tight fitting black gown with the slit up the side of her leg. “I have a gift I've been keeping for you for a while…so hurry.” She said over her shoulder. This isn’t why you came here tonight Richard, he told himself. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 12:08am On Oct 27, 2022 |
oloyedprince1:I was about to post the next update. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 7:44pm On Oct 24, 2022 |
[quote author=gal10 post=117843193][/quote]But they live in the same house na, but as roomates. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 7:43pm On Oct 24, 2022 |
osuolale95:Opera mini should be able to display images. Check settings to see if you disabled the setting. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 7:22pm On Oct 24, 2022 |
osuolale95:What sort of phone do you use? I believe you should be able to enable images in your phone browser. Most of the time I post this way due to plagiarists copying stories and uploading on their blogs. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 4:42pm On Oct 24, 2022 |
royalguy123:Very good analysis. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 3:00pm On Oct 24, 2022 |
aprilwise: samfrancis1:So based on your comments, do you guys think Richard should slow down or stop completely, as it seems they still love each other in spite of everything going on? Remember, this will be the first person and first time Athena is having sex since the divorce. Richard on the other hand has been having steady sex with Eliza, and has already slept with Avery once. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 11:40pm On Oct 22, 2022 |
Afterwards, when they finally cleaned up, the boy broke the awkward silence that had enveloped them. “Um…ma’am,” he started to say. Athena turned her head to face him from where she sat on the massage table now draped in a bathrobe. “Sorry, but…c-can I have your number?” Athena stared at him for a long while. “I like him…” she thought regretfully, “but he is just a young masseur who tried to give me some of the sexual release I needed. Nothing more.” She sighed. “I’m sorry,” she replied. The boy’s face fell. “It’s okay…” “It’s not that I don’t want to, but…” she trailed off, and he saw the look she gave him. “I understand ma’am, you do not want to get things more complicated. I’m sorry I bothered you about it.” “I’m glad you understand.” He thanked her for the generous tip and moved to leave, pausing just before he reached the door. “By the way ma’am, if you don't mind me asking...who is Richard?” |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 11:38pm On Oct 22, 2022 |
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| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 11:37pm On Oct 22, 2022 |
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| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 11:16pm On Oct 22, 2022*. Modified: 11:32pm On Oct 22, 2022 |
Athena slowly pulled the white shirt over her head, exposing her braless breasts with the rock-hard nïpples. She set it aside and pulled down her short shorts and thong underwear. She wrapped the towel around her body and sat on the massage table just as she heard another knock on the door and the boy returned with a basket of scented oils. “Please…lie down on your front,” he gestured. Athena paused. “Are…aren’t you going to take your clothes off too?” The boy was taken aback. “Umm…n-no…it’s only the customer that’s unclothed during the massage…” She reached out and grabbed his arm. He could feel the strength in her grip. “I’ll pay you extra…I’ll double the fee…as a tip.” The boy was unsure. He fidgeted and hesitated. “Err…” “I just feel…embarrassed to be the only one näked.” Athena continued, looking at him hopefully. To her relief, he sighed and smiled. “Okay. I’ll do it this once…but please don’t tell anyone.” “Sure…you have my word.” He slowly took his shirt off, aware of her eyes following his every movement. Athena gasped for air as he exposed his broad and well defined upper body. The tingle and urge she felt between her legs earlier in the day returned. “Oh…wow.” She exhaled. She watched closely as he removed his thin trousers. Her hungry eyes widened at the size of the well-defined package outlined in his tight briefs. “Okay, I’m going to start now,” he said. “Wait!” she blurted. “What about your underwear?” “Ah, I don’t think that’s necessary…” “Triple!! I’ll triple your tip.” He looked at her for a moment and winked. “Deal.” With her heart thumping in her chest, she watched as he slowly pulled his underwear down. His manhood sprang into view and she almost lost her breath. She did not realize she was drooling until she felt the saliva drop onto her chest. She quickly wiped it away before he noticed. “Can we begin now?” he said as he tried to control his now throbbing hardness. “Uh…sure, yes.” Athena lay on her chest and he moved closer to her. He pulled the towel down and covered her buttocks. Reaching for one of the bottles of oil, he poured a generous amount into his hands and began to apply and massage her back and shoulders. His skilled hands moved downwards to her lower back, working in slow circles, putting some deep-tissue pressure into it. He pressed down and heard a small crack; she gasped and then sighed. He applied more oil into his hands, and did her arms and legs quickly, before pressing into her glutes and hips beneath the towel. He gently kneaded her ass with tender, caressingly small circles and was rewarded with quiet purrs of content from her. He tried to take his mind off the exquisiteness of her body and his raging hardness and massaged down her thighs and then back up her sides. "Oh fück, that feels good," she moaned. She felt him press his thumbs on either side of her spine. He pushed downwards and forwards, and she let out another loud grunt. “Can you please turn around onto your back?” “Okay.” She barely felt herself turn as he shielded her bare body with the towel. She lay on her back and he folded the towel over her crotch. He began to massage the oil all over her chest, shoulders, neck, arms, hands, and belly. There was nothing he could do about his enormous erection as it throbbed with his every heartbeat. Her body was magnificent to say the least. He tried to focus his attention on his work. He finished applying the oil on her laps and feet and noticed that she had closed her eyes and was softly moaning. “Are you comfortable?” he asked. “Yes…I am. You are a very good at this.” “Thanks.” A pang of guilt enveloped her. Had she descended this low? To bribe a young boy to UnCloth and massage her? She felt ashamed. But why did it feel so good? Athena, are you this pathetic? His next words immediately kicked those thoughts out of her mind. “Your skin is really glowing, and your body, it’s so…beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying.” “No way,” she blurted, “I’m an old, pathetic, fat and ugly lady…” “That’s not true ma’am,” he laughed. “It is.” “No it’s not…honestly. Men prefer curvy women like you. I do, in any case.” What’s he talking about? “Are you sure about that?” She turned her head towards him, only to be greeted by his aggressive hardness. It looked much bigger up close. He moved to the head of the table and continued to rub more and more oil into her. He was just going through the motions now, his whole mind transfixed on her. He dug his fingers into her shoulders, and Athena winced gently. She opened her eyes to see his hardness suspended over her face. She realized he was standing over her and facing her feet. Her eyes caught the drool of pre-cum that had already begun to leak from him, and deep in her mind, she was glad. He was aroused from her nüde body. She was already turned on herself; her body had been on fire since they started the massage. But why had he not moved in on her more aggressively? By now he should be slipping not one, but several fingers into her wet, aching core. She continued to stare at the throbbing manhood above her face. That’s a lot of pre-cum oozing and threatening to drop. What if she pulled it down to her mouth and licked it all off? Her body was getting hotter by the second and she hardly felt his hands on her. All her senses were focused on the powerful meaty phallus dangling above her. Every part of her body screamed at her to grab it. But he’ll think I’m a perverted, desperate old cow, the conscious part of her mind kept cautioning. She saw it stiffen and throb again, watching in fascination as more pre-cum oozed out. Why should she care what he thinks? Why? Why should she prove to be a decent woman to someone she did not know? It’s not like she was going to see the kid after tonight. Tomorrow was her last day of vacation. Besides, it was pretty obvious he lusted after her body too. So what if she looked desperate to him? Can’t a woman be true to her lust for youthful flesh? She owed no one any apology or loyalty; she was free – free to do anything she wanted without fear of consequences. She heard his light panting as his breathing increased. Just for today, she convinced herself. Just this once. Let her live her life without thinking of anything or anyone. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around the thick meat in a soft, gentle caress. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 1:05pm On Oct 22, 2022*. Modified: 3:51pm On Oct 22, 2022 |
My apologies. I was supposed to drop this update yesterday. “Welcome,” the funny looking middle-aged man at the front desk greeted her, “do you have appointment?” “N-no…I was looking through the brochure and I just walked in.” “You are lucky…we do not have any clients at the moment…do you have any package you would prefer?” “Package? I…I’m not too familiar…” “Ah,” the ugly man smiled, and Athena shuddered at the sight of his brown teeth, “we offer two major kinds - dry and aromatherapy. Naturally the aromatherapy costs more and involves direct skin contact…if you know what I mean  .”Athena shuddered again. There was no way in hell she was going to let him lay his grubby paws on her näked body. “We only have a male therapist available now,” the man continued, drooling as he mentally undressed her, eyeing her brëasts through her semi-transparent gown, “I highly recommend the aromatherapy, it will make you…unwind.” “I’ll go for the dry massage for one hour,” she remarked firmly. “No problem,” he replied with a slight hint of disappointment, “aromatherapy would have been better though…haha.” Several minutes later she sat on the massage table in one of the rooms, dressed in a short pair of shorts and simple white t-shirt she had been handed by the ugly masseur while waiting nervously for him to appear. Several thoughts ran through her mind. She was already beginning to regret it. What if the man touched her in inappropriate ways? Her skin crawled as she imagined his hands run over her smooth skin. What had she gotten herself into? There was a soft knock on the door, and moments later the massage therapist entered. “Good evening ma’am,” he greeted politely. Athena’s eyes grew wide. Rather than the rough, ugly-looking gremlin she expected, a very handsome young guy entered. “Ummm, good…good evening,” she replied, still a bit taken aback. “I’m going to be your massage therapist today,” he said. His dashing smile never left his face, “can you please lie down for me.” Athena’s heart began to race. He was so handsome. She could have sworn he was one of the young hunks she had been admiring on the beach earlier in the afternoon. His hands worked so delicately over her muscles. He started by massaging her aching calves and gently went up to her thighs. She let out a gentle sigh. “Is that pressure good?” he asked. “Yes…” she exhaled. Why was she feeling this way all of a sudden? “Were you…do you go to the beach often?” she asked. The boy smiled. “Yes, I go to the beach often here whenever I am not on duty.” He continued to work professionally on her. “You look quite…young. I thought you had to be much older in order to be a massage therapist.” “Haha,” he laughed gently, his laugh the sound of angels voicing their combined symphony, “I’m not young in the sense of it. I just turned twenty-two last month.” He kneaded closer to her upper thigh. “This is just a part-time job I took while school is out. But you don’t have to worry…I may look young, but I’m a licensed massage therapist.” He said proudly. “Oh…that’s great.” She replied. His gentleness, touches and cute smile tugged at her senses. She gazed at the well-defined muscles of his arms, which stood in contrast to his soft, gentle hands. It had really been long since she was touched so gently and it and began to turn her on. Was he one of those male massage therapist she often heard whose massages aroused their female customers? She wanted something…sexual, something more aggressive. He was too diligent, too sincere. His touches did not even reach her upper thigh. She hoped he moved his hands further upwards, at least caress her inner thighs. These thought made her shudder and her nipples grew hard under the shirt. He’s a young guy who’s supposed to react to the body of a woman, damnit!! Or was she just a customer to him? One of those “old ladies” he massaged every day? She swallowed the lump that kept choking her. “Um…excuse me,” she hoarsed. The young guy paused. “Yes ma’am?” “C-can I ch…is it too late to change to the aromatherapy massage?” The boy smiled. “No…we can still change it. Do you want to?” “Y-yes…please.” Her heart hammered so hard she could only hear ringing in her ears. “Then let me prepare you for the aromatherapy massage,” he replied. He took a step back and reached for a white towel. “Please…take all of your clothes off and lie back down on the table. I will be back shortly.” He handed her the towel and headed out the door. |
| Celebrities › Re: Balenciaga Officially Cuts Ties With Kanye West Over Anti-semitic Comments by metalgear11(m): 4:59pm On Oct 21, 2022 |
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| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 12:40am On Oct 19, 2022 |
The rest of the afternoon was spent unpacking her stuff. She did not want to think about the shouting match she and Richard had a few days ago, that son-of-a-bïtch. She had made up her mind not to let anything or anyone bother her. She was here to relax, have fun and get her mind off everything. Recharge and go back with a clear mind. The brochures of the resort she had read had mentioned a number of yoga classes, and those she planned on attending. They had also mentioned some spa treatments, and she was also eager to try them out. She had packed a number of bikinis and other forms of beachwear, so she donned the blood-red one. She viewed herself in the mirror and gasped. Was it not too revealing? At thirty-two she was not a kid anymore. She shouldn’t be exposing her body in barely-there swimwear like this anymore. But who cares? She did not look her age. Years of yoga and exercise had given her a toned body ladies half her age would be willing to die for. There was a reason men both young and old gawked at her all the time. Besides she was no longer married to that fool and could do whatever she pleased. She intended to bask in that glory as much as she could. The next few days she tried as much as possible to enjoy herself. She attended the yoga classes during the day, and watched different performances in the evenings. The third evening she spent at the beach, watching as people of all shapes and sizes relax and enjoy themselves. The waves roared gently. The sand was soft and smooth beneath her bare feet. A few seagulls cawed, circling overheard, ready to steal any unsupervised food. Some teenagers were playing volleyball nearby. A couple had a blanket on the dunes and was eating a picnic, their eyes locked on each other. Parents walked along the water with their children. It was a typical beach scene. The wind felt fantastic as it caressed every inch of her body. She could only imagine how the water would feel. Everyone seemed so happy, so full of life. She breathed in deep, savoring the ocean breeze. A few muscular guys glanced at her from time to time, but she wasn't the center of attention. They had seen voluptuous girls in skimpy bikinis before. Athena found herself studying them. It was exhilarating to see buff young men in almost nude states. Most of them wore tight trunks and more than one occasion she caught herself eyeing their wet bulges. She felt a stirring in her loins and clenched her thighs together. They were almost as big as Richard…wait, why was she thinking of that bastard right now? Another cool ocean breeze wafted over her skin and this time she shuddered and felt her nïpples grow hard. She suddenly had the urge to…pee? She wasn’t too sure. --------------------------------- Athena wobbled into her lodge. Her hours long gazing at the buff youthful flesh had made her dizzy. Who knew she would be affected by flesh like that? She was so exhausted, but glad. The sight of their bodies stirred some feelings in her that had not been felt in a long while. She took a quick shower and collapsed on the bed. She gazed out at the sunset. She would surely visit the beach again in the morning. It gave her a tranquil feeling. Maybe she was beginning to relax afterall. But she still felt a bit restless. Something about her did not feel right. Maybe a soothing soak in a spa? Her eyes wandered to the brochures she had placed on the bedside table the day she arrived and she picked one up. She smiled as she re-read the contents. That might just help. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 12:34am On Oct 19, 2022 |
“…and please don’t leave your seats until we’ve come to a final stop. Thank you all for choosing FlintAir. We hope you all enjoy your stay here.” The captain concluded his message as the large passenger airplane slowed and finally stopped at the gate. Passengers immediately began to unbuckle their seatbelts and reach for their luggage in the overhead compartments. Athena got up from her seat and stretched. It had been a long five-hour flight and she was eager to get off the plane immediately. She joined the long queue of grumpy passengers who were waiting to get off. Some people yelled and complained up front, bellowing at someone out of sight that was holding up the line. Soon the offending passenger moved and everyone began to disembark. Athena ignored the smiling hostess at the door of the plane before walking slowly through the airport gate, her small luggage bag in tow. She was glad she had decided to take the doctor’s advice and go on this trip. Everything was beginning to overwhelm her. The stress of keeping the divorce a secret for now, work, the realization of him dating a much younger woman, her father’s illness…they were all taking a toll on her sanity and she needed to do something before she went insane. Fortunately, her office had granted her an all-expenses paid one-week work-vacation and she grabbed it with both hands. She stepped outside the terminal into the hot summer sun and inhaled the clean air deeply, appreciating the rays of the sun on her face. A cab pulled up to her and she got in and gave the driver her destination. The drive took them mostly along the coastline and she saw so many people on the beaches. I might as well enjoy myself while I’m here, she thought. She consulted the brochure she had printed out days before - the resort she was going was quite secluded and out of the way from the major city. They drove passed some woods and many rolling hills until they reached the coast. The chatty cab driver pointed out things while she admired the scenery as they sped by. After about forty-five minutes of driving she heard the crunch of gravel beneath the tires. Athena observed a large sign with the name of the resort on the sidewalk and minutes later, the cab slowed to a stop in front of a building that had “RECEPTION” stenciled in bold letters on the outside. “We're here,” the driver announced cheerfully. She thanked the driver who had pulled out her luggage bag and handed him a generous tip. He took it with both hands and bowed in gratitude. She walked into the building, where she met a pretty young kid behind the counter. Athena confirmed her reservation and the girl handed over a set of key cards. “Welcome again to the resort. I hope you enjoy your stay,” she said cheerfully. A porter standing nearby reached for her luggage bag and led Athena outside to a waiting golf cart. Athena admired the scenery as he drove her to her lodge. She took a lungful of sea air and exhaled. She was glad she had taken this trip. The porter headed up a cement pathway to several wooden two-story lodges that littered the landscape on the side of a hill. They stopped at one that had a large “H-15” in red characters on the side wall. Athena inserted the keycard into the slot. The door chimed and she stepped into the beautiful and tastefully furnished lodge. There was a set of lovely sofas and an oriental rug in what she surmised was the living area. A large flat-screen TV hung on the wall. To the side was a small kitchenette. At the top of a very short flight of stairs was a small cabana with a large bed with an open patio that overlooked the ocean. A separate door led to the bathroom in which were arranged several scented candles, waiting to be burned for their effervescent aromas. Sounds from the lapping waves of the ocean filtered in and she let out a contented sigh. The tranquility made her relax. It had been a while she had any sense of peace. She was going to live for herself this period – no useless ex-husband, no annoying superiors or colleagues, no sick father, nothing. Just she by herself. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 12:26am On Oct 19, 2022 |
For the rest of the week Avery worked on autopilot. She was yet to get over the shock of what happened. So this doctor actually lied to her about his wife. He lied about his divorce? How had she been so gullible to fall for the lies of a married man? She realized he had just used her to, for lack of a better term, “get his jollies off”. Just had sex with her to relieve his sexual tension. And stupid her had swallowed it all hook, line and sinker and even enjoyed the romp they had in the hotel. She remembered how she had behaved, begging for more like the little whöre she was. How could she be so…stupid? He hadn’t spoken to her for the past several days. Did that mean she was just a one night stand? She was finding it difficult to come to terms that she had been used. Of all the doctors in the entire hospital, she had to go for the one that had already been taken. There were so many of them who had asked her out on several occasions, but it was one of the married ones she had to fall for. And boy, she had not realized how much she had until the encounter with his wife. She still felt the pain of the knife in her heart. Deep down in her though, she missed him. She knew there had to be an explanation. She wanted there to be an explanation, if only to deaden the pain a bit. The silence was really getting to her. She checked her phone for the billionth time. Still nothing from him. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 12:23am On Oct 19, 2022 |
Athena sat crossed-legged in the waiting room, pretending to read one of the numerous fashion magazines that were stacked neatly on the glass table. Every once in a while she noticed the receptionist casting subtle glances her way, trying not to make it obvious. She knew what was going through the lady’s head. What was a well-known media figure doing in a therapist’s office? She smirked and looked elsewhere. She had arrived early for her appointment. She needed to. The yelling she had gave Richard last night did nothing to alleviate her anger. If anything, it only made her angrier. His lack of explanation as to what he had been accusing her of doing the night she was brought home drunk had already begun to give her serious migraines. The receptionist continued to eye her and at a point, she glared at her. That stopped her from casting any more unwanted glances and she aimlessly browsed through the magazine as she waited. It was not long after that the door to the therapist’s office opened and out walked another lady. She looked pretty much in a daze as she walked towards the exit. Athena turned to see the therapist smiling at her. “Ms. Chambers?” “Yes.” The man beamed. “Right this way please.” Athena walked into the therapist’s tastefully furnished office. There was a lounging sofa at one end, beside which was another expensive chair. At the other end of the office was an ivory desk and chairs. “Please,” he said and gestured to one of the chairs in front of the desk. He pulled out a file from the top of his desk. “So how is your sleep these days?” he asked as he looked through the contents. “I-it’s not too bad. Since you prescribed the medication, I have been sleeping a little bit better.” “Great.” “It’s just that sometimes ago, I drank heavily, and I then lost consciousness…or rather I was not aware of what I did after drinking.” The therapist looked up in surprise. “That is rather dangerous,” he scolded her, “if you take sleeping medication and then drink, it could lead to serious side effects.” He placed the file down and leaned forward. “Please be very careful when taking the medication. It is very powerful and should not be mixed with alcohol.” “O…kay…” He smiled and leaned back. “Looking through your notes, I can confidently say your…situation is not as bad as we feared.” “What do you mean?” “Well yes there’s the divorce you mentioned previously…then your father’s illness, stress at work…with so many issues, it’s quite remarkable that you are able to live your life well.” “Uhh…” “Let me ask you something…was there any problems with your sexual life?” Athena flinched. “Wh-what?” The therapist stared straight at her. “From your previous visits and studying your file, I can see no reason why you and your…ahem…ex-husband would have a divorce. The things you mentioned could easily be ironed out by simply talking to each other.” He glanced at his notes. “Both of you have very good social status. Honestly, there doesn’t seem to be any striking reason on the surface that could lead to your divorce.” He placed the file down and folded his hands over it. “Sex plays a very vital role in a married…well previously married couple’s relationship. I don’t recall you mentioning anything about that and that’s the only thing I could think of.” He maintained his gaze and Athena shifted her eyes away. “Was your sexual life with your husband satisfying for you?” Athena fidgeted. A tear trickled down her cheek, but her voice remained calm. “I…was never satisfied sexually…” The therapist snapped his fingers. “I guessed as much.” He grinned. “…except for one time.” He paused. “Hmm?” She sniffed. “I was only satisfied the very last time we had sex…” He folded his hands again and sat back. “Tell me more…” “Just before we signed the divorce papers…he asked me to have sex with him for the last time. I saw no reason not too as I had nothing to lose. The marriage was already over. I thought it wasn’t going to be anything different from the previous sex…but this time around it was…different.” She stared dreamily ahead. “The passion, the intensity…it was as if someone else was making love to me. I had never experienced such energy from him in our short time as a married couple. It was the first time I would ever climax without forcing myself to. And not just once. It happened multiple times that night. I don’t know what got into me.” “And you yearn to have that feeling again.” He stated rather than asked. Athena hesitated. “Y…yes.” “You say you live under the same roof as this man?” “Yes I do…we had an arrangement in regards to keeping our divorce a secret for the time being until my father gets better.” “There in there lies part of what’s causing all this excessive anger. You hate this man, but you long for the sex he had with you the last time. That is what’s driving you crazy.” He wrote something on a pad and ripped the page off. “I would suggest you take a few days off. Go on a vacation or something to clear your head. This prescription will help you relax. You can use it with the one I already prescribed for you.” “Thank you.” Athena took the proffered paper. “That will be all for today. You can make an appointment after you come back.” “I will.” She stood up and walked out of the office, unaware of the lustful glances that followed her. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 12:20am On Oct 19, 2022 |
oloyedprince1:Sorry I had a presentation to give at work today as part of a proposal. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 12:55pm On Oct 17, 2022 |
oloyedprince1:I should have something for you all today, if not first thing 2mrw. |
| Career › Re: Law Graduate Shares Sultry Photo To Celebrate Her Call To Bar by metalgear11(m): 9:31pm On Oct 14, 2022 |
Okay she rub oyel for bodi and showed some cleavage. How is that sultry? |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 6:28pm On Oct 14, 2022 |
“Suction,” Richard commanded. The OR nurse reached into the opening with the catheter. He made the last stitch and stepped back. “Phew…” he exhaled as the other nurse took the instruments out of his hands. “That was a tricky one,” the anesthesiologist retorted as he checked the vital signs of the patient. “Yeah, but we’re glad it was a success.” Richard replied. He spoke to the other surgeon. “Please close the patient up.” “Yes, Dr. Richard.” Richard walked out of the operating room and did his post scrub before heading to the elevator to his floor. The surgery went well bar some minor complications which were taken care of. It took his mind off the events of earlier in the day. He still could not believe why he felt guilty or why he hesitated when confronted by Athena. He did not owe her any form of loyalty any longer. Maybe it was about time he moved out. He pulled out his phone and switched it on. A message immediately came in. ******** [Sweet♥] Call me. ******* What did she want now? He at first thought about ignoring it, but shrugged and dialed her number. “What do you want?” he asked as he stepped into the elevator. “The night you met the director, what did you talk to him about?” “What are you talking about? What director?” “The man that brought me home that night! What the hell did you tell him?!” “Weatherdude or what’s his name? We only greeted each other and he left after…” “Then why did he ask me whether you and I were getting along?” “What do you mean?!” “He asked me if we were getting along well. What did you tell him you stupid bastard?!!” “Hey!!” Richard yelled into the phone, “I did not tell him anything!!” “So why was he asking me such a question?” The elevator doors opened, and Richard stepped out. “How would I know? Why are you nagging at me for? You drank yourself into such a debilitating mess, someone else had to bring you home. Yet you blame me for it...” He stopped in the middle of the hallway. “…and on top of that, do you even realize what you did to me that night?!” “WHAT DID I DO?!!!” Athena yelled back. “You keep saying I did something!! Spill it out and tell me what I did!!” Richard snickered. “You want to know? Fine, I’ll tell you. While you were in your drunken stupor, you…” He turned and saw a wide-eyed Avery rooted to the spot a few feet behind him. She had definitely heard everything he was saying. “Forget it…let’s talk when we get home…” he replied and hurried down the hallway. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 6:22pm On Oct 14, 2022*. Modified: 10:19pm On Oct 21, 2022 |
Athena seethed as she drove to the station. Nothing going on between them her arse. So the idiot has the guts to try and lie to her face. It was very clear the Avery bïtch was smitten by him. The girl was not even in the same standards as those she considered below hers. If he wanted to screw around, the least she had expected was for him to find someone of equal or even higher standards than hers. It was that tiny thing he decided to go for. Richard, you have no class. But why was she so livid? She tried to find a clear reason. It was the message she sent that night that led them down the road she and Richard currently found themselves, and for that, she hated her. Her ailing father adored her and only want her to attend to him in his hospital bed, and for that she hated her. She was an innocent, cute nurse who only wanted to do her job diligently and her father and Richard admired her for it, and for that, she hated her. She had killer tïts and a smooth, voluptuous body that, if given the right treatments, would glow and stand out, and for that she hated her. She hated everything about her. She had to admit it though - the little four-eyed coksucker was cute. Really cute. She looked like one of those innocent little puppies you just couldn’t help but grab and drool over and that angered her even more. She was still in her foul mood when she pulled into the parking lot. It was already way past lunch time. Maybe a quick bite would calm her anger down. A hungry being is always an angry being. Adding some nutrition into her system might help. She strolled elegantly into the cafeteria and ran into a couple of her colleagues from her floor. Among them was the stupid intern she had derided and her friend she assumed was the one she heard talking in the ladies’ room. They all frowned and looked away, murmuring under their breaths as she walked by. She ordered her food and, ignoring the looks of disgust they shot her way, strode over to an empty row of tables at the other side of the cafeteria. She started to pick at her food, having already lost her appetite. She probably needed a break from here too. Everything seemed to annoy her. How dare he? So you think you can mess around with a younger girl? She’ll show him two can play that game. Despite her anger, she smiled when she recollected the look on her face when she kissed Richard. It was a combined look of shock and hurt. Someone placed a tray in front of her and shook her out of her reverie. She looked up to see Sunny Weatherman standing above her. “May I?” he asked and pulled out a chair. Athena glanced over to the other group who were looking their way with rapt attention. “Aren’t there other empty seats?” Weatherman smiled. He picked up his tray and walked around the table. He placed the tray next to hers and sat down beside her. “May I ask what you’re doing?” she asked with a dark stare. “Well, I noticed you were alone and decided to see if you would like some company.” “Thank you, but I don’t need anyone's company.” Weatherman smiled. “Well, can I ask one of our star reporters a personal question?” “What sort of personal question do you want to ask?” He turned to her and looked her deep in the eyes. His gaze was probing, like he could see into her very soul. “Pardon my inquisitiveness, but are you and your husband getting along well?” |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 11:43pm On Oct 11, 2022*. Modified: 6:37pm On Oct 12, 2022 |
“Dad was right…very cute little thing.” Athena remarked as they walked towards the elevators. “Hmm? What are you talking about?” Richard asked. “I’ve always wondered what sort of woman that Avery kid was like…petite, young, cute, kind, killer tïts…” She turned to him with a cold stare. “You found a girl who…minus the killer tïts, because I have better ones…is the total opposite of me, huh?” “What bullshit are you sprouting? I told you there’s nothing going on between us.” Athena stopped. “Really? There’s nothing going on between you.” She stated rather than asked. Richard hesitated. The events of the night before came flooding back. He could not deny that, could he? He stared back at Athena, unsure of what else to say. “I thought so,” Athena said and headed down the hall. “Athena, wait…” Richard tried to follow her. “Thank you for always keeping an eye out for my dad,” she said without turning around. The sound of her high heels reverberated through the empty hallway. They reached the elevator and she pressed the button to take her down. “Ah, and moving forward,” she continued as the elevator doors opened, “never again make the stupid mistake of letting someone you know see you get out of the same cab as a certain young and cute nurse. You’re supposed to still be married, right?” Richard felt he had just been derided. He stood and watched her disappear behind the elevator doors. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 11:35pm On Oct 11, 2022*. Modified: 3:48pm On Oct 12, 2022 |
My apologies, today's update will be a bit short. Richard reached into the locker to pull out one of the white coats with his name stenciled in gold and black letters. He was already running late for his rounds. He had about ten patients to see that morning before the scheduled surgery at two o’clock. What a night, he thought. What a strong, fervent night. They had made such hot, passionate sex, going on and on until they were drained. He couldn’t count how many times she had begged him for more, urging him on and on. It was as if he had unlocked a floodgate of her sexuality and it had all come bursting out like a ruptured dam. By the time they finally passed out from exhaustion, the first rays of dawn had begun to light up the sky outside. He slipped the coat over his broad shoulders, and his eyes caught the picture taped to the back of the locker. The guilt he felt in the taxi earlier as he started at the picture of him and Athena. It was a portrait picture of them – he carried her on his back and her lips were pressed on his cheek. The love clearly showed in their eyes. He remembered when they took that picture, a time when they were still so deeply in love, and the guilt he felt in the taxi returned. What happened to them? Where did it go massively wrong? He quickly pulled the picture off and shoved it in his pocket. He didn’t need to feel guilty, he told himself. There’s no need to beat himself over having an affair with a younger girl. They were already divorced. He headed to the wards and conducted his rounds. Most of the patients just needed checkups, and over the next hour he spent most of the time checking symptoms, prescribing pain medication, talking to family members, and so on. The last patient on his list was in room 1206. He headed there slowly. “There’s no need to be stressed,” the man was saying in a weak voice as he walked in, “I know you are very busy…Richard is here to take care of me.” Richard walked closer to the bed. “Oh, you’re here…” “Yes father.” He responded. He noticed a shapely figure crouched on the other side of the bed in front of the small fridge. The frame had blocked his view earlier. “Good morning…darling,” Athena greeted as she rose with a cup of water in her hand. There was a dark look on her face. He hadn’t seen her since two nights before, and that was even very briefly. “Uh…yeah…g-good morning,” he responded. “Didn’t you come from home together?” her father asked. Athena turned to him. “Richard worked overnight in the hospital yesterday.” “Y-yeah…I…uh…had some things to finish up…and patients to monitor…it was my turn for the graveyard shift...so how are you feeling today sir?” “Oh…I’m doing fine,” he replied weakly, “just that parts of my body itches.” “Ahh, that’s a side effect of the anti-cancer medication, it makes the skin dry. I can prescribe an ointment to help with the itchiness.” “There’s no need,” Athena’s father said, “that nurse helps me apply some ointments onto the itchy spots everyday…it helps a lot.” “Oh really.” Athena responded. “Yes…she is a bright and very cute too…speak of the devil.” His eyes brightened. Athena and Richard turned to the door to see Avery walk in, a tray of tubes and instruments in her hands. She stopped short when she saw them. The heavy gaze Athena gave her made her cower a bit, but she stood her ground. “I…uh…I did not realize you had a visitor…I mean Dr. Richard…I…I’ll come back afterwards,” she made to turn and leave. “What are you talking about?” Athena asked. Her gaze was still heavy and penetrating. “Go ahead and do what you have to do. Don’t mind us.” Avery stood hesitantly. “T-then, I-I’ll go ahead and take your blood pressure…you’re IV is still very full, I’ll change it in the afternoon.” She carried on her duties under the watchful eyes of Athena. Every now and then she fidgeted and dropped an instrument, but generally managed to comport herself. She rounded up by checking the IV once more. “That’s all. I should be heading off…” “Nurse, please wait a moment.” Athena’s voice stopped her in her tracks. “Y-yes?” Her intense gaze prevented her from meeting Athena’s eyes. “My dad praised you for meticulously taking care of him…” Athena said. “No…that’s just my job…” “…I honestly would have to trouble you to take care of him very well…” Something in her voice made Avery look up. “O…kay…” She glanced over at Richard, “I would also like to bother you to keep an eye on my HUSBAND as well…” “What?” Avery asked in surprise. “K-keep an eye on your...husband? W…what d-do you mean by that?” Athena smiled and walked over to where Richard stood. She took his arm and pressed her body into him. “My husband is a bit…how can I put it…yes, fickle.” She stared at a clearly befuddled Avery. “he generally likes the young ones…I want you to keep an eye on him for me, okay?” “O…kay.” “Great.” Athena beamed. She planted a kiss on Richards cheek, leaving an impression of her ruby-colored lipstick which Avery did not fail to notice. |
