A Wifey for the Bad Boy(165)
As she recalled the memory of the night in its entirety while watching the rain from her spacious living room, she could feel the goose bumps on her skin. She craved to be touched and pleasured. She craved for the twins. She craved for that night. This one time Tony had rolled an ice cube down her spine. The thought of it sent a chill down the skin of her back and she wanted Matthew’s warm lips on her navel and her breasts. It was almost time for her guests to come, but she found it impossible to shake the remembrances of that night. Surely her guests would not mind this reverie! Matthew would play this little trick with her. It had scared her so much but she had grown to enjoy it. He would suck her nipples and wet it thoroughly, then bring the flame of his lighter as close to her nipples as possible. He had steady hands and he had never hurt her. The feeling of fear, the heat and the dampness of the wet nipple combined used to arouse her immensely. She would love to experience that again. They had blindfolded her that night and had asked her to figure out whose manhood she was swallowing based on taste. She had identified them correctly. Ronda felt Tony always tasted like strawberries and Matthew tasted more smoky. They loved playing games of tastes. She looked at the clock again. They would be here any minute now. She must get ready. She got up from her seat and readied the dinner table, constantly aware of the touch of either brother. She had cooked a lovely meal tonight for her guests. They always loved anything she cooked. Ronda was wet between her legs. If only the twins were there at that moment, she would have been instantly gratified. The twins had never refused her. Their affair was a prolonged one and it almost never seemed to end. They had made love to one another repeatedly. They had almost moved in to each other’s places because they did not have enough of each other. The paparazzi were still clueless as to why their love lives had dried up. They had found someone else to focus on. The budding artist Alexander Rodgers was notorious for abandoning his women unceremoniously and he was receiving a lot of flak for it. Ronda smiled to herself. Karma was indeed a bitch. She heard the screeching of a car downstairs. She ran to the balcony and looked down. It was her guests. They were here. At last! Her guests knew how to test her patience. They had always done so no matter how many times she had asked them not to make her wait long enough. But her guests were incorrigible. They enjoyed torturing her. Before long, the doorbell rang. Ronda smiled brightly with a glint of mischief in her eyes and remarked, “At last Tony and Matthew are here.”
THE END
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It had been a rough life for Lexi, she had grown up in a family that did not have any money at all. She spent her childhood in the streets of the worst part of town and often times she would go to bed still hungry. She would lay away half of the night listening to gunshots over the top of her parents arguing and when she finally did fall asleep, she had to worry about bugs crawling on her as she slept.
She had not lived the type of life that you would call nice or even normal, but for her it was all that she knew. That was why no one was surprised when Lexi moved out of her parents’ house at the age of 18 and chose to live on the streets. When she had first decided to move out she had done so because she thought that she would be staying with friends. As time went on she got tired of moving from couch to couch each night and would often just sleep out in the park instead of trying to figure out which friend would let her stay with them.
She called them friends but they really did not care about her. She knew guys who would get her high and she knew girls that would hang out with her because they knew they would get free drugs if they were with her but she didn’t really have any friends.
Lexi was a beautiful girl with light skin, long dark curls that fell down her back and framed her face and the bluest eyes anyone had ever seen, but the thing that stood out the most was her smile. Lexi’s smile truly was one in a million, it would make any man fall in love with her but she refused to let that happen.
Lexi had met many men, but she refused to rely on them, she refused to turn into her mother and never be able to take care of herself. She would go out on dates every now and then just so she could get a free meal, but never let it lead to anything more. How could she after all? When a man wanted to take her to her place she had to refuse because she had no place. Very few people actually knew that she was living on the streets because she was great at covering it up.
Each day Lexi would get up and she would go to work just like everyone else. She was young, still 19 and was working at a couple different fast food places in town. She saved all of her money and unlike the other girls she knew she did not waste it on drugs or alcohol. She knew that soon she would have a place of her own.