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

So far we were all in our own worlds. Angie was still a bit apprehensive of Morgan's presence as she sat by the window sipping some champagne. Morgan was flipping through channels, it was clear her mind wasn't here and I can't blame her. She had been on the phone with her kids and even then I could see the distinct pain on her features at having to hide them from her husband who was capable it seems at doing anything. 


"Oh my god just pick a channel and stick to it!" snapped Angie who stood up to go into the kitchen. Morgan glared in her direction, fire behind her eyes. 


"Do you have a problem with me?" came her response as she stretched her body on the couch. 


I remained planted on the kitchen stool hoping Angie would let this go. But alas, Angie being the spitfire will dive head first into the chance of conflict. 


Chapter 18