Author: flowinglog

Chapter3: Beginning

It was already broad daylight when she awoke.

The man who had doing his morning exercise kissed her passionately and said, “Are you awake?

Then… shall we continue where we left off yesterday?”

Having just woken up, her body felt powerless against his forceful advances. Looking into her eyes, he entered her with a low moan. Her body, still highly sensitive, quickly climaxed.

“Hmm…” Ann laid her head softly on his shoulder and groaned.

At that moment, the mobile phone on the bedside table staring to ring. The particular ringtone told him that it was Lily calling.

Jackson was still feeling a little bitter that Ann had passed out the night before, and before he had even really got started¬—it had immediately softened his heart and he had released her.

He had been hoping to have his craving satisfied that morning, but that was before that cursed woman had phoned.

“Hey, Jackson…no…stop…” Ann let out a flirtatious squeal as he continued thrusting.

“Jackson!”

But his movements became increasingly urgent as he gripped her tightly.

Ann, finally getting a little annoyed, tickled him while his eyes were closed, before pushing him away and going to the bathroom to answer the phone. Read more »

A bloom never to be seen again

It was in the summer of 2007, on a swelteringly hot day, that Ann came to Grayson Global to see her father. She stood there alone in the lobby, her long brown hair neatly combed and adorned with a little white flower. Dressed in a simple white linen dress, the sixteen-year-old girl cut a delicate and lonely figure against the men dressed in black suits that surrounded her.

Donald gazed for a while at his youngest daughter. It had been sixteen years since he last saw her, and the parental love that had for a long time been absent from his life, all at once came flooding back. The normally assertive man was for a moment at a loss for what to do. After a long period of silence, he waved to someone behind him, ¨Charles, take Ann back to the house and get her settled in.〃

¨Yes, sir.〃

The young man took Annˇs luggage and spoke to her in a deep, mellow voice, ¨Hi, Iˇm Charles.〃

He reached out his hand. It was warm and felt strong.

Lifting her gaze, Ann shook the manˇs hand and nodded with a smile. Read more »

Chapter 2: Alison[Romance][Fiction]

Jackson stood leaning against the sofa with a glass of wine in his hand, his fingers gently covering the edge of the glass  something he always did when he felt impatient.

Ryan approached him with a sycophantic smile. ¨Sir, I sent someone over to check on her and they have assured me that she will be here. Perhaps we should start without her?〃

Jackson glanced over and then closed his eyes without saying anything, the soft light casting a shadow onto his handsome face. There was an air of tension in the room, and the colleagues around him were all in a cold sweat.

The party to celebrate Bass Towerˇs anniversary had already been delayed for more than an hour, and all because of one woman. A fact sure to be a source of great amusement later on to the various directors that dumbly sat there.

Inwardly, Ryan was feeling gloomy, wondering if he and Ann were ever going to get on.

¨Ann has arrived!〃

Mikeˇs shouting drew everyoneˇs attention and they all looked over at Ann, who was just entering the room.

A waiter eagerly opened the door and she walked casually in. Read more »

Chapter 1: A bloom never to be seen again[Romance][Fiction]

It was in the summer of 2007, on a swelteringly hot day, that Ann came to Grayson Global to see her father. She stood there alone in the lobby, her long brown hair neatly combed and adorned with a little white flower. Dressed in a simple white linen dress, the sixteen-year-old girl cut a delicate and lonely figure against the men dressed in black suits that surrounded her.

Donald gazed for a while at his youngest daughter. It had been sixteen years since he last saw her, and the parental love that had for a long time been absent from his life, all at once came flooding back. The normally assertive man was for a moment at a loss for what to do. After a long period of silence, he waved to someone behind him, ¨Charles, take Ann back to the house and get her settled in.〃

¨Yes, sir.〃

The young man took Annˇs luggage and spoke to her in a deep, mellow voice, ¨Hi, Iˇm Charles.〃

He reached out his hand. It was warm and felt strong.

Lifting her gaze, Ann shook the manˇs hand and nodded with a smile. Read more »

Chapter 1: A bloom never to be seen again

It was in the summer of 2007, on a swelteringly hot day, that Ann came to Grayson Global to see her father. She stood there alone in the lobby, her long brown hair neatly combed and adorned with a little white flower. Dressed in a simple white linen dress, the sixteen-year-old girl cut a delicate and lonely figure against the men dressed in black suits that surrounded her.

Donald gazed for a while at his youngest daughter. It had been sixteen years since he last saw her, and the parental love that had for a long time been absent from his life, all at once came flooding back. The normally assertive man was for a moment at a loss for what to do. After a long period of silence, he waved to someone behind him, ¨Charles, take Ann back to the house and get her settled in.〃

¨Yes, sir.〃

The young man took Annˇs luggage and spoke to her in a deep, mellow voice, ¨Hi, Iˇm Charles.〃

He reached out his hand. It was warm and felt strong.

Lifting her gaze, Ann shook the manˇs hand and nodded with a smile. Read more »

It takes only one night [Romantic][fiction]

Annabella, two months ago…

I stared at the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, until I reach the tenth one. All were positive, I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t feeling any symptoms of pregnancy, the only thing I noticed was my missed period. I sat down on my bed and opened my laptop. Google was probably my only best friend at the time. I searched for a place where they performed abortions, I got the number and called right away. I didn’t know what I was thinking, all I knew was that this baby had to go away. I’m sixteen for crying out loud, I didn’t want my life to end when it hasn’t even begun. A woman answered right away, the first thing I asked was if it was confidential, she replied with a yes, I asked her if I had to bring a guardian, she said if I was over the age of sixteen then no, but if younger, then yes. I asked how much, she said around five grand. That’s when I knew I was at a dead-end. Read more »

Bad Sex: His uncle’s mistress Chapter 7[Mmf]

The car drove up the gravel drive to the villa. Alessa got out and followed him inside to a spacious living-room-slash-office space with a glass wall at the far end and a cream leather couch. Minimalist bookshelves and a desk in the other corner with a globe nearby.

“What’s up?” Brian asked casually, walking the length of the room.

He had poured a glass of wine (he hadn’t offered her one) and was now sitting on the sofa rigid and stern, like he was about to discipline her. The sunlight streamed through the window behind him, somehow amplifying his charismatic and elegant demeanor. Like a sexy Jesus, she thought. Laughed, swatted the idea down, and sat down in the armchair opposite him.

Alessa wrung her hands and squirmed in the armchair. I’m mad, she thought. Asking for help from the guy that raped you. Yep, you’re stark raving mad. But then, what choice did she have? This man was a major business partner with her fiancé, Jose, she knew. Surely, Jose would have to leave her peacefully if tis man vouched for her?

Oh, fuck it all.

She plucked up the courage and asked: “I…I want you to help me get rid of Jose.” Read more »

An erotic dream[Mmf][Msub]

A Five-star hotel, Los Angeles, California

The pool glistened under the translucent glass dome. It was silent other than the soft lapping of water, the hotel bright and vacant.

Crouched half-naked, Alessa had woken moments ago in the tan recliner by the poolside, her whole body aching. Sitting up, she’d glanced down and her blood-soaked thighs and hardly believe what had happened to her.

Earlier, her fiancé, Jose, had asked her to deliver some documents to the hotel where he was working. She remembered pacing into the room and being wrestled from behind, her mouth being smothered and lapsing unconsciousness. After that, it became fuzzy, like some erotic dream, in which she was surrounded by a man’s breath, shackled by his strong arms, contorted around his torso and used like a toy to satisfy his desires. She’d felt herself open up to him, her body ravished and pulsating; a burst of pain as he pushed himself into her as she cried out. And this man, the one in her dream – it wasn’t Jose, her fiancé.

But now, looking between her blood-stained thighs, her body a mesh of aches and sores, she knew it hadn’t been a dream. Read more »