The muscle car drove into the compound and halted once the engine died off.“Please Brian don’t do anything stupid as we go in. I beg of you, sweetheart.” She didn’t notice the sweetheart leaving her lips. But she noticed the comfort that accompanied it; the freedom of a chick on the wings of an eagle, knowing its burden belonged to someone else now. She was aroused to lean on his shoulder; wished to charm Brian to turn on the car and drive her to the farm where she felt secured and fulfilled; she wanted to be locked in his heart and remain close to his heart beat. As for making Brian her man there was no stropping her, rather she was ready to stop anybody that would come in between them. Brian was her addiction; nobody could tell her anything less. She wanted more from love; more from destiny and happiness; more from respect. Brian was more. “Do you understand me? Please don’t stir the still river. As we get in there keep to yourself, no bickering, no fighting. I know you can do even

“Open your legs,” Ken murmured from somewhere between Mrs. Fanny’s thighs. “Oh Ken you know I would always open it the way you love it.” Mrs. Fanny whispered, opening her mouth as she stretched her legs." "She yanked her legs so wide that there was no difference between her legs and a scissors being parted; they were almost touching the edges of the bed frame, unveiling her cute, pale, well shaven vagina and flashing it before the impatient eyes of Ken. He smacked his lips, feeling pulled to the delicate organ. But before any other move he would want to do one thing. He picked the remote on the table, turned on the C D player and the sonorous voice of an urban Spanish Blues singer crushed across the room. He wasn’t done surprising her- he opened the fridge, got a plate of ice, picked a block and put it between his lips and she tittered, following his moves with her eyes, as he tweaked his waste to the Blues while he undressed himself, his T-shirt and pant were off him and he

On a blizzard airy chilly evening Brian was well seated in the ball room of the Beverly Hill mansion of Ciara’s husband. Despite what she did fortnights ago, Brian visited her this time around upon his decision after phoning her to verify if her husband was around. But before he drove to her home he hinted her to turn off the cameras which were scattered all over the house and its environs. The last time he visited he had noticed the cameras that stood at strategic edges of the home as tiny dangerous spies. Although he had assured himself he wasn’t going to be intimate with Ciara, he needed to be safe first; those cameras could implicate his ass and words would not be enough to justify his visiting Ciara in the absence of her husband.After he had left Ciara to her husband that night he perceived a heated drama might have happened between Ciara and her husband all through the night. He had stayed up, paced up and down the room, sipped coffee with a hard grin, stared at the clock f

“Bitch!” he cursed Ciara, even more intense with his eyes that was full of fire as he stepped into the sitting room, advancing to Ciara and she drifted away from him. “Where the hell have you been all the while I have been pressing the bell, and yelling into the speaker? Are you stupid?”“I… I” she stuttered wishing she could keep calm and confident to face the beast of a husband, “I have been in deep sleep and I… I barely knew you were at the door even when you spoke into the speaker,” she narrated kept her distance to avoid slap from landing on her face because she noticed his hands were trembling as one handling a hot pot.”You were deep in slumber? What is it by the time? And you are still in your nightie, looking horrible and unkempt, uh. I don’t know why I made you my wife,” he nagged, rolling his eyes at her and breathing uneasily. “I want you to give me just one reason I should continue calling you my wife.” He gestured with his hands and started off again advancing to her and

They were in the Audi saloon now.Before Brian twitched the ignition he breathed uneasily, stole a glance at Ciara to see her eyes were redder than he had thoughts.She barely could stare back as Brian was by all means trying to lock eyes with her. All she could do was stare between her thighs, fondled with the hem of her dress threw her gaze outside the window and return it between her thighs yet again.“Hope you are OK now. You need to perk up. I will drive to a restaurant where we can perch until it is late hour so we can dispose of the corpse.”She cut in immediately, “Won’t it stink?” she spoke raising her hand to gesture how scared she was. And when she did Brian could see the bruises that striped her hands even when he cast his gaze on her neck. They were a handful of reddened bruises that wired across her neck, and he perceived other parts of her body had same irritating bruises too.He replied, “it won’t stink besides I will park the car out of the reach of anyone. And look