Tim is drawn to his alluring neighbor, Cynthia, whose charm ignites a spark during a rainy evening chat. A seemingly innocent exchange quickly escalates into charged texts and an invitation for cuddling. Unaware that Cynthia is married, Tim steps into her home, anticipating passion but walking straight into a web of illicit desires and dangerous secrets not knowing who really Cynthia is.
True or false...no passion for a name was going to hold me accountable to this plot.
As her neighbour, I had known Cynthia for a while, and we were just that. Neighbours...until now. Albeit, that grace that was her body, one capable of rendering a man speechless made me wonder why a lady like her was all alone in a big house. And seeing I didn't want to take the glory of wanting to justify myself around her considering we had just been friends for some months now, I liked where this was heading.
I had told Cynthia about my interest in her, a thing I liked to remind her of, and while she did respond to it with a smile, I didn't think it would go any further. It could be that she liked that I was straight forward. I couldn't tell, but she wasn't the kind of lady that was captured by a guy's interest in her. She looked too big for that.
She said she could never hint the kind of guys she dated so as not to give off a clue for me to adjust myself to her preference, and I guess she was smart with that decision. But what happened next was something that neither of us foresaw.
Cynthia had returned from a trip a few days back, and while we hadn't really gotten to talk as such, she was telling me all about her journey now that she had the chance to when it began to rain.
It wasn't yet dark. The sky was surreal with clouds projecting visions of longing, the kind entrapping partners within the sheet till they made flames out from the haze of passion. She had told me about how cold she was, and I had dedicated myself and attention to seeing what I could do or say to keep her warm.
Suddenly, I yearned for her to be in my embrace. That would be a quicker remedy to rectify this drift, stirring our conversation in a different direction.
Tim: Still feeling cold?
I texted her out of concern, wishing for a way that mere words could do the trick, veiling her present worry. She was close by after all. I could literally see her house through my window. I could have offered the option of a cup of tea or something, but I held back, not wanting to use all my cards seeing I was having an interesting conversation with her.
Cynthia: Yeah.
Tim: I wish I could give you a hug.
Now, that felt a bit too direct. What happened to, I wish I could come over and make a cup of tea so we could have a friendly conversation? She didn't put forth that offer of an invitation. Besides, I shouldn't see this as being too direct, right? I mean, friends give friends hugs all the time.
Cynthia: I wish so too.
Her reply, albeit unexpected, as she would usually send a smiling emoji, made me smile and ease my warring mind.
Tim: This is my best weather. Have I ever told you that?
Cynthia: No. You haven't.
I began thinking of a solution, something I could tell her when my phone beeped.
Cynthia: I want to be cuddled.
I didn't care the manner in which it was presented, and I didn't care if she was flirting with me. I took it seriously, and wanted to gift her this form of affection she so instantly craved.
Tim: Really?
Cynthia: Yes.
Tim: I see. So, which do you prefer? Being cuddled from behind, or from the front?
Cynthia: From Behind.
Tim: You're sure it would warm you up enough?
Cynthia: Yes. Totally. I just need to feel the warmth of a body.
I loved the idea. Only I wish it was I who suggested it.
Tim: And are you sure you won't do any wicked moves to make my mind go wild?
This question stemmed from me picturing her butt, right at my dick, with nothing but pieces of fabrics between us seeing there would be a chance she may be wearing a tight short, or panties if she was that extreme, or worse, naked. I knew for a fact it would be a very long night for me just thinking about this.
Tim: Cuddling from behind offers a pose that is very tempting and irresistible.
Forget that I was trying to be chivalrous. I didn't expect myself to behave if the opportunity presented itself.
Cynthia replied with several laughing emojis.
Tim: You know it.
Cynthia: Yeah. A hundred percent.
Tim: Your bad is subtle. I like it.
She sent me a smiling emoji this time.
Immediately, she sent me a video. I clicked to download it, then I watched it.
A woman lay on her side in brown tights and a shirt, while her man, dressed in shorts and a shirt as well wrapped his arm around her from behind. Lightly, his hand caressed her hips and she wiggled and pushed her hips backwards till it closed the space between them. He alternated between caressing her body and sending his arm into her shirt till it definitely rested against her breasts.
This video entrapped me like a vision.
This was what she wanted, my mind did relay to me. And this was her way of telling me.
Tim: I am sorry, but if I'm to do that, there's no way I wouldn't touch your breasts and butt and everywhere else. Our sleep could turn to something really wild.
Cynthia: I am not saying you shouldn't touch. You can touch. However, my main priority is that I just want to be cuddled.
Tim: Okay. I know you're saying that's what you want.
Cynthia: Yeah.
Tim: But would you really let me cuddle you, though?
Cynthia: It's not a bad idea.
Tim: Meaning you would let me?
I asked that as if to be extremely sure. I mean, I knew Cynthia. She was one who was barely seen smiling around in the neighbourhood. If she did so, she did it out of the eyes of the public. In this case, the public being her neighbours.
Cynthia: Yeah. Just us cuddling and sleeping. That's it.
I nodded my head.
Tim: Okay. I like the idea.
Maybe, I would try other things to see if she permitted me a bit of free rein over her body. Other warming techniques so to speak.
Tim: Fine. Can I come to your place tonight?
And I knew that no angle of madness could better caress this tide.
Cynthia: Yes. I'd be pleased to have you.
Right after his first encounter with The Secret, Grey enjoys the comfort of his home when he is called back to service to serve The Secret, a force he can't say no to. This time, she gives him various tales, like avenging the dead, and his favourite, looking after Helen.
After a sex filled night with a beautiful, strange lady, Elvin is torn between eagerness to say goodbye to this lady, and the desire to have one more feel of last night when the government declares a lockdown. He finds himself trapped inside his home with her, and just like him, she also wants more experiences like last night, although, through a series of games.
For ages, the harmless, resting form and grave of five sisters-a beautiful, tidy house has stayed silent, and undisturbed. Suddenly, this house is broken into by outlaws. There are set out conditions for humans to reside within this house, but unaware of the consequences if the rules are broken, and the powers that reside within the house, these outlaws cause further damage, thereby awakening the sleeping powers within the house. These powers, hungry, itchy, and thirsty, feast on these men and regain their strength. As they release themselves, and find their way out into the world, their new assignment becomes finding, stalking, and hunting those who buried them in here, locked them inside the house, and eventually turned them into the house, and their tone to man is one man deems unfair.
Worried with his wife's views about sex, and her refusal to let him please her the way a woman should be pleased, Karl refuses to give her the one thing she so desperately needs, which is a child. This sets him on a path to distract himself, leading him to an unlikely fellow, his first love.
She is one who loves fiercely, but it always ends badly for her lovers. One boy upsets her pattern of love crisis, and she would rather leave him, than destroy him. However, there's more to this boy than she realizes.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Looking at the divorce papers my lips curled up into a mocking smile. 'How big fool I am? How can I think that he will give a chance to this marriage? How can I forget that I was nothing more a tool in his eyes to vent his anger until his beloved Tara is back. Since, she was back, how can he let me stay there?' "After you will sign these papers, you will receive 100 million dollars as alimony." the lawyer added. Because of his words, I came back to my senses took the pen from him, and signed the name. I have also gotten exhausted from this marriage both physically and mentally. Even though I had wanted my child to be born into a complete family, I didn't want my child to have a stepmother and live miserably like me for the rest of his life. After taking the papers from my hand, the lawyer gave me the bank card, turned around, and was about to leave when he paused at the door. He then turned around and added, "Mr. Carter said that he hoped that you won't pester him, or you have to bear the consequences." The lawyer's words were like a knife stabbing in my heart, but I still nodded. Anyway, I also don't plan to have anything to do with him anymore. I just want to live a good life with my children. After the lawyer left, the ward fell into silence. I placed my hand on my belly and said to my children, "Baby, I am sorry, Mommy can't give you a complete family! But I promise you, I will do my best to give the love of both mother and father." 'As for giving one of my child, I will never do that. They are my babies and my alone. I and I will give birth to all of them and raise them no matter what.' Four Years Later... Anya came back to the country with her three kids, to inherit the company left by his grandfather...
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."