Sia panted at once, scratching the back of Brian with her fingers and feeling his vibrating body for a few seconds before he paused.Clenched onto her shoulders, pulled out his wet penis from her pink vagina and ejaculated on her thighs. He stroked his penis until the very last drop of semen poured on her thighs.And he fell by her side, rolling his eyes and breathing hard.They breathed hard randomly, staring at each other as hush silence hung over them. Brian pecked her on the brow and they stared into the ceiling, catching up with their breath.“You are always suckling, a true blessing to my dick,” Brian mumbled and sat up, reached to a cigar on the table and lit.Sia’s jaw dropped in amazement as she cupped her breasts with her hands and stared at Brian’s penis dangling as he paced up and down the room, looking out through the window and smoking. Memory of the written note she saw the other day struck in her head and she sno

Sia reached home when Mr. and Mrs. Coleman were having dinner. They were happy to welcome her under their roof. Mrs. Coleman hurriedly fixed a quick oat meal and milk for Sia after she rejected the pasta they made for dinner.“You don’t look bright,” Mrs. Coleman muttered.And Sia forced a smile and shrugged in disagreement.“Yes, she is not supposed to look bright,” Mr. Coleman added, “I stopped by your fire-gutted house yesterday and it inspired me to doubt that anyone had survived it. It was horrible to think that the fire was a few inches away from the gas pipe.” He held a dreadful look, staring into Sia’s face.Sia squeezed and pouted her lips at the thought of the quarrel she just had with Brian than what they were saying.“Your mother told me everything,” Mrs. Coleman said and placed the plate of oatmeal before her and poured liquid milk into it. “And when I saw the wreck your house has turned into I wept. The perpetrator

The chirping of birds and twilight at dawn were much in the chilly morning of the next day. A buzzing call came on Brian’s phone and he flinched from sleep as one that woke from dream, rubbed his eyes and gazed around himself to see he was naked under the duvet “Oh my God!” he exclaimed as he peered under the duvet to behold his penis lying between his testis. “What the hell happened to me?” he cried, shutting his eyes from beholding yet further. He stared at his side and saw his jeans, T-shirt, sneakers, boxers, a female lingerie and bra lying on the floor carelessly and his heart skipped as one falling from the mountain top.” What did I do? Oh my world. What did I do? Oh my world! No, no, no, Brian,” he cried, punching into the foam and his eyes rolled in search of Meyer. Another buzzing call came on his phone and he reached to it, and saw that grandma had been calling since the previous night. “Oh, damn!” he cried, “What came over me?” He shook his head and crawled out of the

Ken had been in a hot bickering with Mrs. Fanny over her decision to divorce her husband. In as much as he wanted her the guilt of not saving Mr. Fanny from jail wouldn’t allow him encourage her intention. He was of the opinion of giving Mr. Fanny a second chance to love her, also to stand by him in this trying moment- as he serves his jail term. But Mrs. Fanny had barked at ken.“You are saying trash,” she had told ken, “Tell me how I am going to spend the rest of my life with a man I can’t trust?”“We are all humans. You have your flaws too,” Ken had replied. .“My flaws wouldn’t lie and make you feel comfortable only for you to hear the truth in a court of law,” she had gone crimson as her face folded in anger, “My flaws wouldn’t tell you I have got a job at a grocery store meanwhile I am a cocaine king pin.”Ken interrupted, “Oh come on the days of a man are full of ups and downs. Whatever he did in New York; whatever

Three police cars screeched into the compound of Mr. and Mrs. Coleman and a band of armed police men led by inspector Ben dashed out from the cars and advanced to the door. His officer stood at alert, eyes darting here and there around the neighborhood, with their rifles handy and ready to take a shot if need be. Mr. and Mrs. Coleman were having breakfast at the time. At the resounding cry of the siren their breakfast was interrupted as they paused thoughtfully to know where the siren was blaring. In few seconds the door bell went in ding-dong. They stared at each other, as quietness hung over them. With their raised brow, they questioned the siren that kept blaring outside of their house. They had not expected police or emergency unit to come close to their neighborhood except something tragic had happened in their neighborhood. The doorbell rang again and their faces were much scowled now, convinced that it was coming from their flat. “That is coming from our door,” Mrs. Co