I hate the winter. The fall isn't bad but the winter is terrible, it's so cold here. How does this nigga even travel? It's snowing and the whole balcony is filled with snow. I can't even sit outside and enjoy the nature.
I sat in the dining room at the table playing Roblox on my iPad, yes at my big age I do play Roblox.
I'm so bored.
And I couldn't just stop thinking about him and what happened last night. I tried distracting myself by playing Roblox and it was barely working.
The way he touched me, the way he made me feel... it was so addictive. I knew I should keep my distance, but something kept drawing me back to him.
I ran my hands down my neck, feeling the places he left kisses on my neck.
There were passion marks all over my body. I have never been touched like that before. The way he kissed me and the way he kissed my inner thighs whew. The feeling is just too much to explain.
Okay, Kyla quit it.
I heard Anthony in the living room, talking on the phone with his sports agent. Curious, I paused my game and tiptoed to the doorway, wanting to catch a glimpse of him. He looked damn fine as always, his tall, dark figure filling the room with an aura of confidence and power. He was dressed comfortably, a Spalding basketball in his hand as he paced and talked shop.
An idea formed in my mind-a naughty plan to tease him like he had been teasing me all this time. I wanted to show him that I could play this game too, and maybe gain back some of the control he seemed to have over me. So, I walked back to the room, a smile forming on my face as I prepared for a little role-playing of my own.
I slipped out of my clothes and stood there in nothing but my lace thong, admiring my curvy reflection in the mirror. My dark skin glowed, and my hair fell seductively around my shoulders. Taking a deep breath, I straightened my spine and channeled my inner vixen. It was showtime.
