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
Ciara bewailed at the top her voice. She had been under intense accusation all through the odd hours after Brian had left. Her billionaire husband snarled at her and accused her of sneaking out to the farm to be screwed by Brain in the name of strolling down the street. Her husband never believed her even regrettably he had pressed her on the neck , almost choking out her breath , when Ciara insisted the injury on her head was as a result of the hit-and-run and not infidelity. When he was done choking her he left her and watched as she dropped to the floor as dried out leaflet would do from a tree branch. “Puta!” He had cursed in Spanish and threatened to snap life out of her should something of similar case repeat itself again. Ciara had rested on the wall, curled up on the floor as a stressed horse, and watched as he undressed himself with his back turned to her. When he turned around she was having a full view of his venous penis dangling between his legs, just belo
“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
Ciara stared around and retuned her gaze on her father to see he was still all smiles. Lucy might have made his day and she argued within herself if there was anything more for her to do and make him happier than he was.“She must be a good friend of yours,” said Ciara, forcing an uneasy chortle.“You mean Lucy,” Mr. Fanny replied.She raised a wink.“She is good friend and…” he shook his head in contemplation.She searched into his eyes, peering at him. “And what? I hope is not what I am thinking.” She cleared her throat jocularly.“What?’ Mr. Fanny smiled playfully at her, curious at what she was up to with those looks on her face. “She is someone I am coaching, say I am her mentor.”She widened her gaze at him. “Mentor in jail?” She shook her head in doubt. “All I see here is love, dad.”He blushed , “Love? Come on, I don’t have time for that now,” he replied and thought of his wife struck in his head. “Yes love. See I don’t mind you falling in love. She is gorgeous, elegant and
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
She fell in his arms helplessly and full of energy for sex for the first time. Brian paused to behold the look on her face; it was a potable look yet anxiety-driven; something that wanted more of him from time immemorial. He stared at her while she gently undressed herself. She was done removing her dress, and as she did, she locked eyes with Brian still yet to believe that the cutest and best of all men was about to savage her vagina; may be his mind was made up finally to take this path of fate with her.It had been a long time coming; from way back at the farm, she had thrown her charm at him only to get disappointed. Her eyes remained switched with his as she located the hook on her brazier and unlocked it giving him the full charismatic view of her mediumtan, pointed-nipple breast that weighed down on her cleavage; just the way heavy paw-paw weighed down from its branches.“Are you emotionally ready for this?” Brian asked coldly with considerate gaze.Her heart skipped, before
“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
“Bastard!” Brian cursed and spat at him twice, watching him jerk and convulse heavily and continuously before yet a shot jerk and then stopped abruptly.Ciara lay helplessly on the edge of the wall with her tongue stuck out and her eyes drawn and deprived of life, and her limbs hurt and threatened to part her body. Promptly, Brian was already kneeling to her and felt how cold and fragile her body was now, like that of a new born baby left in a pool of water for a long time- her skin almost bulging away from her bones. He tapped her on the cheeks.“Ciara! Ciara!” he called, as fear and terror molded up on his face the moment he beheld her eyes shutting as one taking her final bow of death. He shook her furiously and tapped her harder on the cheeks but it only succeeded in making her eyeballs roll inwardly and upward, showing much of her sclera with her iris disappearing permanently. “Come on, Ciara.” He called, kissed her and she managed to return her iris back into position, but onl