998 word(s) Published 215   This door has been off-limits to her for the past one year because his pregnant sister was murdered in cold blood behind this door. She raised her hand to knock....   She couldn't. In the end, she reached for the doorknob and gently turned it towards the right. A click interrupted the silent night as the door opened. She pushed it open and entered quietly.   The room was in darkness. She squinted her eyes but still couldn't see a thing, but she felt his presence in the room. She doesn't know how she knows that he's in here, but she did.   Walking as slow and gently as possibly, her hand touched the walk searchingly until she found what she was looking for. She flipped the switch.   A light came on above her head. It wasn't too bright to be blinding, and it made her feel relief because she's sure he wouldn't appreciate a b

 1125 word(s)Published218  "Your body is so sensitive, even before you got pregnant." He groaned, his eyes still on her. And his hands too. "Do you remember that night...? The first night I touched your brèasts?" She nodded, her eyes heavy-lidded. "How can I ever forget...!?" she jerked as he tugged on her. Memories of that night made her go all liquid in between her shaky legs. He drew his head closer until it almost rested on the wall beside hers, and whispered, "I go shot by an arrow and I was sick. You were straddling me. I took your brèasts into my mouth and fed from you. You came...right all over me...without any other stimulation." She whimpered and buried her head on his shoulder, embarrassed. Her senses so tuned to his voice and his fingers as they mastered her areolas with touches that sync her body expertly. "I wa