LillieIn spite of everything, I don't want to leave. I have almost a life here. It is difficult to adapt to a different environment, especially in another country.- Mother, I can't, you know well that I have a life here, and it's not that I wouldn't want to leave everything for you, you know I would, but I can't do it now. I still have a month to finish the semester. I can't ask for a transfer, they wouldn't grant it to me," I argue quickly. I want you to know why I can't leave, not just because of that.- I know. This will take a little longer. Give yourself time to finish the semester and process the transfer. I've already talked to your sister about it. If I have to leave a little earlier, Lionel..."She looks at him briefly. It's like he's not really there, but he's still present, just silently staring at infinity through the window. However, when my mother mentions his name, his attention turns to us. "He told me that he will leave someone in charge to accompany him if it is nec

DanteI keep listening as he mentions something I sent over. I sent Franco to deliver a few things I bought for him a few days ago, but I decided not to give them to him earlier. I was a bit confused during that time as well. Since then, she triggers so many extreme emotions in me. Something very out of the ordinary. Something I've never felt before. Actually, I didn't know what it meant to feel. The only thing I ever felt was how my penis got excited by any woman. However, that changed too; none of them arouses me anymore, only my fierce emerald-eyed girl. She's the only one. She owns my member and everything of mine, supposedly everything.Damn it, I'm an asshole because I want to have her with me always. I don't know if I can provide her a life she deserves, but I'm still willing to take the risk, to make her mine. However, this time it won't be just one night, but every night of our lives.I'm considering bringing her to live with me and proposing to her. I know it sounds absurd.

Dante"Dante," Ivan says. We're alone in the same room now. "I want to fill you in on something. Based on how relaxed and calm you look; I doubt you're already aware of it."What's he referring to? I just hope it's not something related to that damn Bachman."What's going on?" I rest my arms on my legs and fix my gaze on him, sitting on the other couch. "Spill it. You know I don't like suspense, especially not tasteless surprises."He sighs deeply and looks at me."A few days ago, I went to the bar. Filippo," he refers to the owner, "told me that Tamara is pregnant."I don't know why he's telling me this. What that bitch does or what happens to her matters very little to me."And how is that my concern?" I ask him, though I wanted it to sound like a statement. "What she does with her life is none of my damn business.""I don't know, I thought maybe you'd want to know.""And why should I? I only fucked her a few times," I mutter. "You know she never meant anything to me other than a qu

DanteI stand in front of the mirror as I finish getting dressed. Black dress pants and a shirt, no tie, with the top buttons unbuttoned. I rarely like wearing anything around my neck except for my white gold chain, which my mother gave me when I turned fifteen. It holds a wing pendant similar to my tattoo, only with two wings. Behind them is written in Italian, "Sempre con te" (Always with you). She had said those wings were mine, that the phrase was so I would always know she'd be with me, protecting me, that I'd need them when I was ready to fly. In a way, she was right. I needed those wings a lot when I lost them. They were what I held onto. Her words are etched deeply into my memories. However, what wasn't true was that she'd always be with me. When I was much younger, I believed everything, but I never thought I could lose them, that some damn people would snatch their lives away and take them from my life.It's a loss and pain that I can't overcome and heal from. My nightmares

DanteI know that this is not the right place to give me pleasure. I need to go to my room, so I ask you not to end the call. I want to listen to her voice while I masturbate and climax in my hand. I'll be imagining her all the time. I have no other choice.I'm leaving without saying a word.Honestly, right now, considering how I'm doing, I don't think it's appropriate.Once in the room, I awkwardly start to take off my shoes and shirt. Then I unbutton my pants and pull them down slightly. I fall on the bed and lean my head against the headboard. I grab my penis with one hand and begin my task of relieving the arousal that she provoked in me."Do you want to listen to me masturbate?"I ask, without stopping the caresses. "I imagine it's you who does it."His breathing has calmed down a bit already, but he resumes when I ask the question."Yes, I want to listen to you," he hesitates again. "I want you to imagine with my voice that I'm there with you, doing it."His words make my hand mo