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| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 12:52pm On Nov 21, 2022*. Modified: 1:27pm On Nov 21, 2022 |
My apologies for the slow updates. Been quite busy this past week. This one is quite short but I promise to have a longer one before the end of the day. Maka91: gal10:I guess this part is not for you two as you both despise Avery  . |
| Literature › Re: It Started With A Look (18+) by metalgear11(m): 12:37pm On Nov 20, 2022 |
You've started with this your "going back in time to a previous update" mode right? |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 7:48pm On Nov 17, 2022 |
gal10:So based on your explanation, don't you think the "hate" is somewhat misdirected? It's not like she's all out to get Richard like Eliza is. Or could your hatred of her come from the point where her unnecessary text message was the last straw that broke the marriage and led them down the path they are right now? |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 7:54pm On Nov 16, 2022*. Modified: 8:25pm On Nov 16, 2022 |
gal10:What did the poor girl do to offend you na? |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 11:57pm On Nov 15, 2022 |
“The building is under siege by a deadly terrorist group, and you are both trapped inside. Your mission is to escape from the building and stop them, or the citizens will be in danger.” the hard-looking dude in the dark aviator glasses growled, his muscles ripping through his tight shirt. “You have one hour to navigate the building, find and defuse the explosives, and successfully escape. Can you carry the mission out?” “Yes Captain sir, we can!!!” Avery saluted, her hand flying to her forehead. “You may begin.” Avery grabbed Richard by the hand and led him inside. “Is this where you had in mind for us to talk?” he asked. Avery smiled, her eyes dancing behind her black-rimmed glasses. She had sent him the address of where she wanted them to meet around closing time, and had met him outside the mall at the time she specified. She looked different from the Avery at work – she had let her hair down and it cascaded gracefully over her shoulders. She wore a simple long-sleeved polo shirt, the top button undone and giving a hint of her smooth cleavage. She had a pair of baggy creamy-white cargo shorts and a pair of flat sandals adorned her feet. “Yes…” she replied. Her eyes gazed around the first room they entered. “Wow…I always wondered what an escape room looked like.” She turned to him “Ahh, right…what did you say you wanted to talk to me about?” Richard fidgeted. “W-well…my…ahem…wife, I mean, ex-wife,” he corrected in embarrassment, “she knows about our…relationship.” He tried not to cower under her gentle and inquisitive gaze. “S-so uhmm, Avery…is it possible for you to let another nurse take care of my father-in-law?” “What?” she asked in surprise, “is that what you wanted to talk to me about?” Richard scratched his head uncomfortably. “Y-yes…I’m really sorry, it’s just…” “Well…if I was your wife, I would also feel uncomfortable myself.” “Re…really?” “Don’t worry, I’ll think of an excuse to get the head nurse to switch me.” “Thank you for understanding.” “That’s a relief.” “What do you mean by that?” Avery gazed up at him sadly. “You looked so serious now, even at work…I got scared. I thought you were going to break up with me.” “What nonsense are you talking about? Why would I consider breaking up with you?” He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight. “Why are you having such thoughts going through your head?” He ran his hand up and down her back, and Avery sighed and exhaled. Her heartbeat slowly returned to normal. Suddenly she felt him grab her arse and her eyes flew open. “Dr. Richard…what are you doing?!” she exclaimed, breaking away from his embrace. “Oh…uhh…it’s been long since we had some alone time, so I thought…” He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her closer. “I mean…every time we meet in the hospital, it’s quite tough to pretend nothing’s going on between us…so now we are alone…” He tried to kiss her, but she pushed him back. “No…not here Dr. Richard!!” “Please?!!!” he tried again, but this time she broke away and stepped several paces backwards. “Teammate Richard!!!” she bellowed, “have you forgotten that thousands of innocent citizens are in danger right now, and we’re the only ones who can save them?” “Avery…” She folded her arms over her chest and gave him a stern look. “if we can’t complete the mission and escape within the time limit…I might change my mind on giving you the thing you so desperately want.” Richard sighed. At least there was a glimmer of hope. “Alright, let’s begin…where do we start?” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Holly shitmix!!!” Aviator glasses exclaimed as he read the paper Avery handed him. They could literally see his wide eyes behind the dark shades. “Twenty-seven minutes?!! You guys just broke the record that has stood for more than ten f@cking years!!” He grabbed Avery’s hand, almost ripping her arm out of its socket as he shook it with glee. He did the same to Richard. “You guys are so amazing...and damn smart!!!” “Well…she figured out most of the tasks,” Richard said. “Don’t mind him. He’s a doctor…doctors are always smart.” Avery fired back. “How impressive.” He took a few photos of them both. “I have to make sure everyone knows who’s record to beat!” Both of them thanked him and walked outside. “That was fun, to be honest. I never realized you were so smart…” Avery blushed. “You’re just flattering me.” “I’m serious. You handled all the complex tasks well.” They walked in silence for a while. “Are you hungry Avery? I saw a restaurant nearby where we can-” “Dr. Richard…I promised you tonight to let you have what you desired if we completed the mission within the time specified,” she turned to him and said, “I’m not one to break a promise, so let’s hurry up and look for a nice place to get it over with. We still have to go to work tomorrow.” Richard saw the determined look in her eyes. He quickly checked his phone for the nearest decent guesthouse and found one about ten minutes away. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 10:44am On Nov 12, 2022 |
“It’s not two, but three,” she corrected. “What? What are you talking about?” “This week’s schedule. You have three procedures, not two.” Richard scanned the papers she placed in front of him and groaned. “I thought it was two.” He looked up from the sheets. “Can I bother you to prepare the paperwork for the last patient?” “Sure, I can do that.” He handed her the papers, and she turned to leave. “One more thing,” he said. She turned. “Yes, Dr. Richard?” He hesitated. I want you to change the nurse that’s taking care of dad. “I…I have something I want to talk to you about. Are you free tonight?” “Can’t you talk to me about it now? I’m right here.” she replied. “No, it’s something quite…personal.” Avery’s heart skipped a beat. “Personal?” “It’s not the right place and time to talk about it.” “Ohhh, I see…in that case I can wait after work…we can go somewhere we can talk.” “Let me know and I’ll meet you there. Sorry for troubling you again.” |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 10:42am On Nov 12, 2022 |
***several weeks earlier – the night she got dead drunk*** “Are you okay?” Sunny asked as he tried to steady the figure leaning into him heavily. “Ugh…I’m fine!!” Athena grumbled. “You cannot even stand properly…” “J-just let me be…you should go back to the gathering.” She tried to move and almost fell flat on her face. Sunny grabbed her by the waist just in time. “And how are you going to get home in your current state?” “I’ll…drive. My car is in the underground garage.” She rummaged in her handbag, dropping it to the ground as she tried to pull out her keys. “You cannot drive…not in this state.” He half dragged, half carried her back to their building. He signaled one of the security guards. “Please locate this car and bring it here.” Athena leaned heavily into him as they stood waiting for the car to appear. With her pressed into him and his arm wrapped around her like that, he could feel the smoothness of her body. His hand wandered for a bit, feeling the silky softness of her skin. He took a deep inhale of her hair. The exit ramp of the garage lit up and moments later, the sleek black car pulled out and stopped in front of them. “Thanks,” Weatherman said as he opened the rear door and gently bundled Athena in. He got in behind the wheel. “Where do you live Athena?” he tried to ask, but she had passed out. “I never knew a day would come when I would become someone’s chauffeur.” He turned to the navigation system and found “Home” among the recent trips. Just as he was about to tap it, his eye caught a familiar destination he only knew too well. “UVWXYZ Law firm?” he thought. Those were the same lawyers that handled his previous boss’s divorce. Could that explain her recent very sour attitude? He hit the home selection and pulled away from the building. The traffic was little to non-existent at that time of the night. Every now and then Sunny glanced at the prone figure in the back through the rear view mirror. He took the final exit and pulled up to a red light. He looked into the mirror again and Athena had sat up, her head slumped against her chest. The streetlight outside illuminated her face, and that’s how he noticed the tears flowing down her cheeks. “Richard…” she called out in her drunken state, “please, don’t leave me. I…I’m very afraid…” *** “Well,” he said, “I ask because…you see, I’m planning for a new reality show on recently married couples’ daily lives. I was curious if you would like to participate.” “What reality show? What are you talking about?” “If your relationship with your husband is not that…strong, it may not portray well for the show…” “Listen to me, and listen really good,” Her eyes were cold and her voice was filled chilling. “First of all, the relationship I have with my husband is none of your business. Let this be the last time I tell you that. Second, I am a reporter, not a celebrity artist. I have zero interest in those kind of shows.” “What a pity,” Weatherman sighed. “Though you’re a reporter, you are one of the most popular faces in media today. I’m very sure there will be a large audience and viewers.” “I do not wish to partake in your show. Thanks, but no thanks.” “Well, then there’s no reason for me to worry you about it then,” he replied after a few moments. “Worry me about what?” “Didn’t you get approached by an acting agency a few years back?” They stared at each other for a few moments. “Yes, there was an agency that wanted me, but I rejected their offer when they told me what they were going to pay.” “Oh wow. I thought you were going to deny that…” “Look, that’s the reality. I don’t deny things that happen to me. Someone wanted to poach me, and the fact is I rejected them. There’s nothing more to it.” “You are indeed a natural reporter.” “What is that supposed to mean? Are you trying to be sarcastic or something?” “No, I just like your straightforwardness, you say things as they are…no sugarcoating.” He paused. “But sometimes, not everything that is true is necessarily the reality.” “Would that be all, Mr. Weatherman?” Sunny stood up and bowed slightly. He forced himself to drag his eyes away from the large orbs staring back at him proudly on her chest, the silky smoothness of their skin tempting him to just reach out and caress them. She caught him staring. “Yes, that’s all,” he quickly said. “Good. Thanks for the coffee.” Athena turned to her desk, dismissing him. So beautiful, yet so conceited and condescending, he thought. He turned and walked out of her cubicle. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 10:32am On Nov 12, 2022 |
“Due to both the conflicts between country X and country Y, as well as the country V and country W trade wars, the trade surplus has been experiencing a sharp decrease and shrinkage,” Athena read from the sheet in her hand, focusing on the right tempo she was going to use to deliver the information in her reporting that evening. She made a quick correction on the sheet with her red pen, “but due to the increase in prices of semiconductors, it may lead to a sustainable balance for the trade surplus. As a result, the government…” A pair of shiny shoes walked into her peripheral vision, and she looked up to see who had interrupted her. “Mr. Weatherman. What can I do for you?” she asked. “Can we go grab a coffee?” he asked. Athena looked at him warily. She took a quick glance around the office. “I’m rather in the middle of something at the moment,” she said, waving the sheets of paper in her hand. “In that case, I’ll bring some over for you. What kind would you like?” “Black, with two sugars,” Athena found herself saying, despite not wanting to honor his offer. Moments later, he sat across her in her cubicle, a hot cup of coffee steaming within reach. “So what can I do for you?” she asked again. “Y’know, there’s been rumors going around about us having an affair,” he smiled. Athena’s face remained deadpan. “I heard about that.” “You did? And you didn’t refute the rumors?” Athena took a sip of her coffee. “I don’t really care,” she said, “it is just a rumor.” Weatherman smiled. “Everything has to be backed by evidence. I knew there was something I liked about you. You are natural born journalist.” “What do you mean by that?” “Oh nothing…I just wanted to lighten the mood…we’re just having a chat.” He leaned forward. “Like when I asked about your relationship with your husband…” Athena flinched. Her features darkened. “Mr. Weatherman, why do you keep asking about matters between my husband and I? Don’t you think it’s rude for you to keep bringing up?” Weatherman briefly thought back to the day he took her home… |
| Crime › Re: Texas: Woman Sentenced To Death For Killing Pregnant Woman, Ripping Unborn Baby by metalgear11(m): 2:53pm On Nov 10, 2022 |
This happens more often than people think. The last woman executed in the US did the same thing. The baby survived though. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Bobbie_Jo_Stinnett |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 1:03am On Nov 10, 2022 |
Sheila placed a hot cup of mint tea on the table in front of the lady, admiring her expensive taste in clothes. She knew her face from somewhere but could not recollect where. The lady did not even acknowledge her and only focused her attention on her boss, who sat opposite her. He glanced at the picture she had handed him. “This is that popular reporter, yes?” he asked to be sure. “Yes, she’s the reporter, Athena Chambers of WXYZ2 station,” she replied. “And you want me to dig up some dirt on her?” “Yes.” Dan sighed and lay the picture on the table between them. “Since the target is so famous, we will have to increase the risk pay…” “Risk pay?” “Right…that’s just to cover any unforeseen scandals we may be swept into…” The thud of the fat envelope momentarily caught him off guard. “That’s the deposit,” Red-hair said without missing a beat, “if you manage to dig up something, anything, I’ll be willing to pay you twice that amount.” “Ahh…great.” He eyed the bulge of her breasts in her tight blouse for a moment and inhaled her rich perfume. Such an exquisite woman, “Is there any kind of information you’re specifically want to find out?” “Will you be able to forge some information?” she asked coldly. “Haha, how can I do that?” Dan laughed as he slipped the envelope out of sight, “I only want to understand my client’s objectives before…” “Anything is fine, so long as it is any information that will damage her reputation after putting it online. It will be much better if you dig up something illegal…like a past affair, those kind of big things people like to gossip non-stop about.” She straightened and recrossed her leg over the other. “No matter what, as long as it’s something that will tarnish her name and make her husband hate her when it’s leaked.” “Okay…I think I get the gist of what you want,” Dan said as the lady stood up. She had not even touched the tea Sheila prepared for her, “are you leaving already?” She headed to the door. “Of course, there’s no point staying for a social visit after saying and paying for what I want.” She reached for the handle. “Besides, I don’t wish to stay in such a filthy place longer than necessary.” She slammed the door behind her and was gone. “What the hell was that?” Sheila said as she came over to take the untouched cup away. “It’s usually the husband that wants the wife followed or vice versa, but now it’s a client who wants to break up a married couple?” Dan stared hard at the picture in his hand. “My guess is she likes this woman’s husband, and wants to get rid of her.” “What a very dangerous woman. To think she wants to steal another woman’s husband.” She bent over to pick the cup, and Dan gave her rump a smack. She squealed. “I’m actually more curious about what kind of saint this husband is.” He responded as his hand caressed her skin, “I’m actually jealous – two beauties want him at the same time!” “Hey!!” Sheila squealed, her voice trembling as he slipped his hand under her skirt, “stop fooling around!!!” |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 1:00am On Nov 10, 2022 |
“Wait, slow down…you’re hurting me!!” the young woman shrieked at the man ploughing into her from behind. He did not respond; he grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and yanked her head backwards, almost breaking her neck. “Owwww!!!!” the lady howled. She braced herself as he continued for the next five minutes and finally grunting, he pulled out and got to his feet. “Your face,” he said as he stroked himself. The lady crawled on all fours and with a few more jerks, he pointed his hardness at her face and doused her with his semen. “Thank you very much for this enjoyable moment,” the well-built but unshaven man said several moments later as he donned his cheap suit and well-worn shoes. “T-the video?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Flash Drive. “It’s all in here,” he said as he placed it on the side table. He grinned at the lady who still had streaks of his cum dangling from her forehead and hair despite her attempts to clean most of the mess up. She knelt on her haunches with the bedsheet barely covering her modesty. “If you dare take this matter to threaten me again, I promise you I’ll make you suffer for it.” She said angrily. He paused at the door and smirked. “Threaten? I’m rather insulted you think I was threatening you.” He turned and walked back to the bed, towering over her. “If the knowledge that you’re cheating on your senator husband gets out, you know you’ll most likely be in shambles, right? No fancy trips and gifts, no privileges, no status, nothing. You’ll return to be the cheap girl he picked up from the gutter.” He cupped her breast and gave it a rough squeeze, which made her gasp. “Just be pleased that I made you dodge a bullet with my counter offer which, if we look at it, did not cost you anything, unlike if I decided to take the evidence your husband paid me to get to him instead.” “Screw you, you piece of trash!!” the lady spat at him. “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure,” he said and headed to the door. He gave her a wave. “Say hi to your husband.” The man stepped out the entrance of the hotel and pulling out a pack of cigarettes, brought one to his lips and lit up. He inhaled the nicotine, filling his lungs before exhaling through his nostrils. He hailed a cab, which drove him the twenty minutes it took to the old and fading building that housed his private investigator’s office. He rode the creaky elevator to the tenth floor. “Chief Dan, you’re back,” greeted his secretary and assistant as he walked through the door. He flung a small envelope on the desk beside her computer. “Here, that’s for you.” She reached for the envelope, her hands trembling as she saw the crisp notes inside. “What’s with all this money?” “Someone offered twice the amount of the Senator,” he said as he hung his jacket and undid his tie. He plopped onto the threadbare sofa. “B-but, I thought you wanted to send the evidence and report to the senator,” she babbled in confusion, “you had me send the packet when you went out this morning.” “Yes, I know,” he replied. He caught the look his secretary gave him. “Why the condescending look?” “You’re cheating them.” “Look at it this way Sheila,” he said and walked over. He reached down and cupped her chin, “we’re killing two birds with one stone.” He leaned forward to give her a kiss, then feigned and turned towards his desk. “Has any of the other clients returned? The ones that inquired about our services?” “No, none,” Sheila replied in resignation, “at this rate, we may end up having to go out of business. We have not had any reasonable clients in the past several months.” “I kno-” he was interrupted by the office door swinging open. They both saw a well-dressed and elegant lady walk in. “Are you the people I’m told can help me carry out some…private work?” the lady with the fiery-red hair inquired. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 2:50pm On Nov 07, 2022 |
I will be a bit late updating the story this week. I have a few things to attend to which will take away some of my time. I promise to drop an update before the end of the week. My apologies. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 4:33pm On Nov 04, 2022 |
oloyedprince1:Very soon...I want to get this one out of the way so as not to divide readers' attention. I have about three that just need polishing up. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 11:18am On Nov 04, 2022 |
Maka91:It's because of the antispambot on this website. I've already been banned twice in the past three weeks for posting updates. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 5:04pm On Nov 02, 2022 |
osuolale95:I'm sorry dude. The antispambot keeps banning my account anytime I post a lengthy update. the damn thing is erratic. |
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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 |
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