Her smirk tempts all to spend a single 
Night or more inside Her continent. To take
Pleasure in Her tunnels soaked with honey and milk.
Rolling off the tongue, Her taste is sought after,
As ships from far and wide come to soak in
Her juices that are unique. She has no curse
Between Her thighs, only redemption that frees me from chains that weigh me down.
And thus I confess she is the one I always needed...

His voice sounded so delicate, entrancing the simplicity of desire in me, I died then and there in his palms. This boy has me and fighting it for as long I could this attraction won, I lost and losing has never felt so right.

I'm a good girl

Really I am

So why don't I mind being bad for him?

His hands seek refuge under my dress, evoking an involuntary gasp out of my lips as his tongue moved from my earlobe to the scope of my neck leaving a sinful trail. My arms held him as close to my body as it experienced electrical surges as my wetness trailed down my quivering thighs currently wrapped around his waist.

His lips found mine, his tongue probing mine to only feel as it lavishly caressed parts of my soul I never knew existed. The groan that fell from his lips, vibrated the space in between, as he pushed me further up the wall with his hips.

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Raquel never felt satisfied with the texture of her relationship. What happens when an awkward situation turns into a collision of two hearts never anticipating the feel of love to envelop them?

Yes- he was younger than her and he was her opposite in every sense of the word with his ivory to her dark skin. Although they face judgement and ridicule from all angles, the desires pumping through their veins are too strong to simply fade away.

Thus will they beat the odds?

The One She Needed

Out of all the places I thought we would go, ending up here at the place we went to for the first time we spent time together was not one of them. He had been vague in the car about where we were going, I felt at ease taking in the familiar smell of steak and soothing ease as people listened to the poet on stage. 


We both stuck out like sore thumbs, what with my dress and him in his tux. When he had shown up for the event to support me, I fell harder feeling cherished at the effort he made to be there for me. 


It had been a while since I felt cherished 


Even as I gaze at him now, a slight stubble to his face drenched in sophistication in his tux, I tightened my legs at the prospect of being drenched in the tangle of sheets with him. 


Biting my lower lip, as my eyes lowered to his pink pouty lips, the way I was riled up just thinking about what those lips could do, would have been embarrassing as I looked up and saw him, see me checking him out. 


Chapter 12