Last Time on Memoirs of a Disturbed Teen ;
She turned on the ignition , and was surprised by the car's smooth purring . She put down the hand-break , switched the car into reverse and was off .
Little did she know that there was someone watching in a black Cadillac outside . The person inside looked insane . They had a deadly look in their eyes . They were looking for blood.
Nayla finally reached school after being stuck in traffic for 20 minutes , she parked her car and headed straight for the gym , where they were setting up the stage.
She felt like someone was following her but everytime she turned around , there was no one there. Until someone called her name . She saw a figure that looked like a woman in a hoodie and a pair of jeans . The hoodie's hat hid her face , but yet there was something so familiar about her , she just couldn't put her finger on it .
" I've got a message for you . " The woman said in a erie voice.
" Who are you and what do you want ? "
" Ouch ! I thought you would've already recognized me . " The woman then took the hat off to reveal her face .
Nayla's face turned into a hard cold expression
" What do you want ? I don't have the time to speak to white trash , I've got better things to do "
" Now there's no need to be rude darling , espically when I've got this " She held up a tape .
" It's a tape , so what ? Why don't you use what's inside it to go hang yourself "
The woman let out a scary and long laugh .
" My my , you do have a spine after all . But it's needs to be taken out , which is exactly what I'm going to do . You see kid , what I've got in my hand is a little preview of your little escapades with J in an elevator , if you know what I mean . Go on that stage tonight , and it's going to be on the Jumbo-tron for everybody to see . "
She walked away leaving Nayla dumb-founded and white - faced . She was trembling all over , her heart beating what felt like 1,000 beats per minute . A million thoughts were rushing through her head. What was she gonna go ? She couldn't not go on stage tonight , since there would be university scouts coming out , looking for suitable candidates for their prestigious scholarships. On the other hand , she couldn't risk J losing his job , or even getting arrested . What was she gonna do ?
She started walking to her car , but her legs would barely carry her . The first thing she did , was pick up her mobile and started dialing her phone and dialed the first person who come onto her mind .
" Where are you , I need you ... The bitch is back... "
Who do you think she called ? Were in for a roller-coaster of drama . Will J and Nayla make it out with no scratchs or is it game over for both of them ? Till next time on Memoirs of A Disturbed Teen ....
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Part 20 : My Dance In The Dark..
Last time on Memoirs of a Disturbed Teen…
At the bottom of the board was a video tape, She got it from the surveillance center of the building, this one was from the elevator monitor.
She got up and off the leather chair, put out the cigarette, before grabbing the tape and walking out the door.
“I’ll show him what I got “
Ouch! Somebody looks hurt...Well, there’s always a price to pay.
Oh how high is that price to pay...
Nayla was fidgeting, waiting for her name to be called next for her driver’s exam. She aced the written exam and all was left was the practical exam. This is where most people screw up . They either get a perfectionist as the examiner or crashes into something. She kept praying that she her examiner didn't fall into that category. Don't we all ?
After waiting for what seemed like eternity , the clerk called her name . she nervously started walking towards the door with the exit sign over it. She got pushed out by the revolving door.
She saw her examiner standing right by the car. He was your typical strict , no dilly dallying , hair that was way too greasy , pants that were way above waist , really geeky clipboard, and a pair of ancient worn out brown shoes.
" Your 2 minutes late Miss Nayla "
" Oh boy ! " She thought to herself.
" This is going to be a very long day "
2 hours later ....
She was cruising down the highway with her cousin Moh'd by her side. She had the biggest smile you would ever see on a human face , and he was laughing his ass off at the sight of her clown-like grin.
Yes ladies and gentleman , she passed her driver's test with flying colors and got her license on her first try . God knows people fail a couple of times before they even get to take the retarded picture everybody has of themselves on their cards.
She kept flashing her card to Moh'd every 5 minutes , and didn't stop the whole drive home. They put on one of her favorite songs on the radio.
" Ahhhhhhhh ! Moh'd , crank up the volume ! "
He chuckled , " Yes Ma'am ! "
They were playing Enrique Iglesias's new single " I like it " . She started singing along , while tapping on the steering wheel to the rhythm.
"Baby I like it
The way you move on the floor
Baby I like it
Come on and give me some more
Oh yes I like it
Screaming like never before
Baby I like it
I, I, I like it.
Party, Karamu, Fiesta, Forever"
Her mom Salma , was waiting for her at home . She did what your typical mom would do. She walked back and forth the entire living room , flipped through every magazine in sight, arranged and re-arranged the cushions on very coach , love-seat, rocking chair in sight . She finally settled down in a chair facing the door directly .
BOY ! is she a worry wort , but aren't all moms.. ?
Thankfully , 5 minutes Later , Nayla came rushing through the front door.
" MOM , I DID IT ! I GOT MY LICENCE ON THE FIRST TRY "
Her reaction is your typical joy oh joy , over the moon , ecstatic reaction all mothers have when their proud of their child or children on their achievements. Of course they sat down , and she described every little detail . Just as they were finishing everything up , Nayla peered down and peeked at her watch.
" Holy shit ! Excuse my French mom , but I'm late ! i have to go double check everything , and squeeze in one more practice session before tonight's show ! "
Her mother looked at her lovingly : " And how exactly are you gonna get there ? Ride a camel ? '
Nayla laughed out loud . She always loved her mom's sense of humor.
" I thought I'd just borrow your car " . She gave her mom that puppy - eyed look.
He mom tried to hide the huge grin that was about to form on her face.
" No "
Nayla looked confused " No ... ? "
" Your taking your car "
Nayla stood there dumb - founded.
" Mom , I don't have a car "
" You do now , look out the window "
She walked over to the window on her right , and peeked out the colored glass window . There she saw a candy red 78 King Cobra Mustang .
Her eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head. She run to her mom and sat on her lap while showering her in hugs and kisses.
I mean come on ! if your parents got you a 'stang , wouldn't that be your reaction ?
She gave her mom one last kiss , and headed out the door. She ran up to the car and stopped right in front it . She slowly slid her hand across the smooth red hood , right till the car door. She slid into the seat , and patted on the steering wheel.
" It's just you and me Bella "
She turned on the ignition , and was surprised by the car's smooth purring . She put down the hand-break , switched the car into reverse and was off .
Little did she know that there was someone watching in a black Cadillac outside . The person inside looked insane . They had a deadly look in their eyes . They were looking for blood.
Oh boy ! Looks like were in for a blood -bath ladies and gentlemen . Till Next Time On ... Memoirs of A Disturbed Teen
At the bottom of the board was a video tape, She got it from the surveillance center of the building, this one was from the elevator monitor.
She got up and off the leather chair, put out the cigarette, before grabbing the tape and walking out the door.
“I’ll show him what I got “
Ouch! Somebody looks hurt...Well, there’s always a price to pay.
Oh how high is that price to pay...
Nayla was fidgeting, waiting for her name to be called next for her driver’s exam. She aced the written exam and all was left was the practical exam. This is where most people screw up . They either get a perfectionist as the examiner or crashes into something. She kept praying that she her examiner didn't fall into that category. Don't we all ?
After waiting for what seemed like eternity , the clerk called her name . she nervously started walking towards the door with the exit sign over it. She got pushed out by the revolving door.
She saw her examiner standing right by the car. He was your typical strict , no dilly dallying , hair that was way too greasy , pants that were way above waist , really geeky clipboard, and a pair of ancient worn out brown shoes.
" Your 2 minutes late Miss Nayla "
" Oh boy ! " She thought to herself.
" This is going to be a very long day "
2 hours later ....
She was cruising down the highway with her cousin Moh'd by her side. She had the biggest smile you would ever see on a human face , and he was laughing his ass off at the sight of her clown-like grin.
Yes ladies and gentleman , she passed her driver's test with flying colors and got her license on her first try . God knows people fail a couple of times before they even get to take the retarded picture everybody has of themselves on their cards.
She kept flashing her card to Moh'd every 5 minutes , and didn't stop the whole drive home. They put on one of her favorite songs on the radio.
" Ahhhhhhhh ! Moh'd , crank up the volume ! "
He chuckled , " Yes Ma'am ! "
They were playing Enrique Iglesias's new single " I like it " . She started singing along , while tapping on the steering wheel to the rhythm.
"Baby I like it
The way you move on the floor
Baby I like it
Come on and give me some more
Oh yes I like it
Screaming like never before
Baby I like it
I, I, I like it.
Party, Karamu, Fiesta, Forever"
Her mom Salma , was waiting for her at home . She did what your typical mom would do. She walked back and forth the entire living room , flipped through every magazine in sight, arranged and re-arranged the cushions on very coach , love-seat, rocking chair in sight . She finally settled down in a chair facing the door directly .
BOY ! is she a worry wort , but aren't all moms.. ?
Thankfully , 5 minutes Later , Nayla came rushing through the front door.
" MOM , I DID IT ! I GOT MY LICENCE ON THE FIRST TRY "
Her reaction is your typical joy oh joy , over the moon , ecstatic reaction all mothers have when their proud of their child or children on their achievements. Of course they sat down , and she described every little detail . Just as they were finishing everything up , Nayla peered down and peeked at her watch.
" Holy shit ! Excuse my French mom , but I'm late ! i have to go double check everything , and squeeze in one more practice session before tonight's show ! "
Her mother looked at her lovingly : " And how exactly are you gonna get there ? Ride a camel ? '
Nayla laughed out loud . She always loved her mom's sense of humor.
" I thought I'd just borrow your car " . She gave her mom that puppy - eyed look.
He mom tried to hide the huge grin that was about to form on her face.
" No "
Nayla looked confused " No ... ? "
" Your taking your car "
Nayla stood there dumb - founded.
" Mom , I don't have a car "
" You do now , look out the window "
She walked over to the window on her right , and peeked out the colored glass window . There she saw a candy red 78 King Cobra Mustang .
Her eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head. She run to her mom and sat on her lap while showering her in hugs and kisses.
I mean come on ! if your parents got you a 'stang , wouldn't that be your reaction ?
She gave her mom one last kiss , and headed out the door. She ran up to the car and stopped right in front it . She slowly slid her hand across the smooth red hood , right till the car door. She slid into the seat , and patted on the steering wheel.
" It's just you and me Bella "
She turned on the ignition , and was surprised by the car's smooth purring . She put down the hand-break , switched the car into reverse and was off .
Little did she know that there was someone watching in a black Cadillac outside . The person inside looked insane . They had a deadly look in their eyes . They were looking for blood.
Oh boy ! Looks like were in for a blood -bath ladies and gentlemen . Till Next Time On ... Memoirs of A Disturbed Teen
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Part 19 : I’ll Show Him What I Got ..
Last Time on Memoirs of a Disturbed Teen…
“Nayla... I love you “
Her eyes teared up. It was the first time he ever said those 3 words to her.
“I love you too J “
He pulled her in and kissed her lightly on her lips and sank his face in her neck. Just to inhale her.
The big day had arrived. She felt it in her veins. She was up without a need for a wakeup call. Her internal alarm woke her up. She jumped out of bed, put on her robe and slippers, and put on Jamie Foxx’s new single “winner”. The words to the song blasted out her IPod speakers:
“I feel like I can’t miss I know they want me to fall
But ain’t nothing bigger than this , So just pass me the ball
You know you looking at a winner I can’t miss, Can’t lose, Can’t miss
You know you looking at winner
`Cause I’m a winner Yeah I’m a winner”
Yea, she felt like a winner that morning. She swept her curtains open in one quick move. The sun rays hitting her face gave her an adrenaline rush. She let out a little scream of happiness out and started busting moves to the songs, moving left to right, all the way to her bathroom door. Before she went in, she took out the mini calendar she had in her bedside table drawer. It was a gift from J with a different picture of them for every month of the year. She crossed off today. The day she finally turned 18.
She was relieved
She was Excited
She was ecstatic
She was going to get her driver’s license , graduate high school a week after that , and finally … walk around with J and no sneaking around anymore .
“Why did this day take so long to come ... But it’s here, it’s finally here “She said to herself, holding the calendar close to her chest and breathing in and out calmly. A few tears of bliss escaped her eyes, but quickly wiped them away.
“Nothing is going to ruin this day for me, I mean nothing…”
Pure innocent Nayla, little did she know that across town, there was somebody planning something big.
Across the city, there was a beautiful girl in a tight black dress, in a dark room, with a light reflecting on a huge white poster. The hotel room looked like it hadn't been cleaned for in weeks. The TV was on some cheesy Spanish soap opera. The air conditioning was on full blast. But she couldn’t feel a thing. She was that cold and heartless.
She lit her cigarette and looked at the board she had created. It was full of pictures of them together, with little bits of information here and there.
“Boy, Am I Evil, But hey that’s what you get for not being careful “
At the bottom of the board was a video tape, She got it from the surveillance center of the building, this one was from the elevator monitor.
She got up and off the leather chair, put out the cigarette, before grabbing the tape and walking out the door.
“ I’ll show him what I got “
Ouch! Somebody looks hurt...Well, there’s always a price to pay.
Oh how high is this price to pay...
Till Next Time…
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Part 18 - 2 : Your Love Is My Drug
Last Time on Memoirs of a Disturbed Teen…
She planted a light kiss on the rim of his neck. That drove him crazy.
She giggled a bit to herself, knowing that she just lit the fire.
During the quiet yet exhilarating ride back to his apartment, they both were in different worlds yet one thing was on their mind. They were both getting something tonight” if you know what I mean”;*
They finally reached J’s apartment, and he practically jumped out of the car to open the door for her. She looked surprised and yet amused.
“Damn, He must really need a break “She Thought to herself. She then got a very devilish idea. As soon as he closed the door, she put both her hands on his shoulders so that he was facing her. She pushed him against his car, slid her hands under his shirt, and leaned in and bit down on the bottom part of his ear.
He melted.
He was going insane.
He wanted her now...
He grabbed her from the waist and carried her to the elevator. There she wrapped her legs around his waist. They lip locked. She had her back against the wall. He had one hand behind her neck, the other holding her against him. Their lips touched, practically combined together. Whenever she bit on his lip, he pushed her against the wall harder. It was getting hot and heavy, so much , that the mirrors were fogging up.
Erotic isn’t it ; ) ?
He didn’t even bother to put her down; he unlocked the door while she was wrapped around him. He slammed the door shut with his leg, and she got down . He looked confused
“What’s wrong? “
“Nothing baby, it’s my turn to have some fun “
She pushed him against the couch, and straddled him, she kissed him again. She started unbuttoning his shirt
He had his hands up her shirt, his fingers slowing trailing up and down her back.
She starting kissing his neck, especially his weak points.
He has his hand on the small of her back and kept moaning her name. He left her breathless. He couldn’t handle it anymore.
He grabbed her and carried her to the bedroom and shut the door behind them.
And what happened, well, you can only imagine. But don’t worry; they didn’t do what our old folks call “the nasty”
They lay next to each other, breathless, both only in their underwear.
He pulled her in, and she held him. They stayed like that for what seemed like eternity. It seemed like they never wanted to let each other go…
“Nayla... I love you “
Her eyes teared up. It was the first time he ever said those 3 words to her.
“I love you too J “
He pulled her in and kissed her lightly on her lips and sank his face in her neck. Just to inhale her.
Now ladies, don’t we all wish our men were like that?
Till next time ; ) …
She planted a light kiss on the rim of his neck. That drove him crazy.
She giggled a bit to herself, knowing that she just lit the fire.
During the quiet yet exhilarating ride back to his apartment, they both were in different worlds yet one thing was on their mind. They were both getting something tonight” if you know what I mean”;*
They finally reached J’s apartment, and he practically jumped out of the car to open the door for her. She looked surprised and yet amused.
“Damn, He must really need a break “She Thought to herself. She then got a very devilish idea. As soon as he closed the door, she put both her hands on his shoulders so that he was facing her. She pushed him against his car, slid her hands under his shirt, and leaned in and bit down on the bottom part of his ear.
He melted.
He was going insane.
He wanted her now...
He grabbed her from the waist and carried her to the elevator. There she wrapped her legs around his waist. They lip locked. She had her back against the wall. He had one hand behind her neck, the other holding her against him. Their lips touched, practically combined together. Whenever she bit on his lip, he pushed her against the wall harder. It was getting hot and heavy, so much , that the mirrors were fogging up.
Erotic isn’t it ; ) ?
He didn’t even bother to put her down; he unlocked the door while she was wrapped around him. He slammed the door shut with his leg, and she got down . He looked confused
“What’s wrong? “
“Nothing baby, it’s my turn to have some fun “
She pushed him against the couch, and straddled him, she kissed him again. She started unbuttoning his shirt
He had his hands up her shirt, his fingers slowing trailing up and down her back.
She starting kissing his neck, especially his weak points.
He has his hand on the small of her back and kept moaning her name. He left her breathless. He couldn’t handle it anymore.
He grabbed her and carried her to the bedroom and shut the door behind them.
And what happened, well, you can only imagine. But don’t worry; they didn’t do what our old folks call “the nasty”
They lay next to each other, breathless, both only in their underwear.
He pulled her in, and she held him. They stayed like that for what seemed like eternity. It seemed like they never wanted to let each other go…
“Nayla... I love you “
Her eyes teared up. It was the first time he ever said those 3 words to her.
“I love you too J “
He pulled her in and kissed her lightly on her lips and sank his face in her neck. Just to inhale her.
Now ladies, don’t we all wish our men were like that?
Till next time ; ) …
Friday, February 26, 2010
Part 18 : Your Love Is My Drug
WARNING: There might be some very detailed sexual scenes and situations, for those who are shocked by such things or are too young to read this, are advised not to. Thank you.
An extra extra long and sinful post to make up for lost time, Enjoy ;*
A couple of days passed after the fateful incident. Things gradually got back to normal, although her father’s face stayed glued in her mind like glitter on paper. His reaction was beyond words. He still had that stone cold expression, yet a hint of sadness in his eyes. She shook it off every time since she had a performance coming up in a couple of days. She was also anticipating her birthday. She’d finally be 18 and could openly be in a relationship with J. Well, at least not have to keep it to between her, J, and Moh’d. The relief and the weight that would be lifted off her shoulders was inexpressible. She shifted that thought aside and was practicing the piece she had in front of her. She was doing her own acoustic version of Lady Gaga’s “Telephone”. Yea it was ganna be kick-ass. She was continuously practicing during her free periods, between lessons, at home, any time that she could use. She barely had time for J.
She was tired.
She was frustrated.
She needed a break.
She needed J.
She grabbed her phone and started dialing his number.
Meanwhile, J had just stepped out of the shower after a long and tiring day at the gym. He treasured any gym time he had since teaching took up most of his time. He was changing when he saw a picture of Nayla and him on his nightstand. It was at taken at a spring of love festival. They had an amazing time that day, and the memories were those of the spontaneous kind. Especially one of Nayla pulling him into passionate and lust filled kiss. He remembered how it gave him goose bumps and vast feelings of pleasure. It was the first time he had seen that side of her and thought to himself
“This girl is ganna drive me crazy”
With that thought in mind, his phone was ringing and her name was flashing across his screen.
Call Started
J: “You were just on my mind”
Nayla: “So were you... “
He noticed her tone of voice and knew instantly what it meant. He was about to have the adventure of a lifetime. Well , that’s how it is with her..
Nayla: “Hello, you there baby?”
J: “Yea sorry, just drifted off a bit...”
Nayla: “Well I was saying I think I should come over, I miss you...”
J: “I miss you more cutie, when do you want me to pick you up?”
Nayla: “Hmmm, Give me an hour...”
J: “alright baby, take your time. When you’re ready, just call “
Nayla: “alright baby, see you later “
J: “You too”
Call Ended.
That gave her enough time to glam up. She had to look good after all. She stepped into her bathroom and started taking a long yet quick lather session. She washed her hair and body with the cherry blossom and vanilla scented set that J was insane about. He’d always keep her close to breath in her scent. She lathered up twice, scrubbed thrice until she felt like the scent had been absorbed by her skin. She dried off and started air drying her hair, and ran her hair through it a couple of times until she got the right amount of volume and curls she wanted to achieve. Hair, check. She moved onto make up. She went through the basics and added a few more things to give her the extra oomph! She added her MAC studio fix, then a bit of bronzer along her cheek bones, loads of mascara, and Russian red lipstick. She looked divine. Make- up, check. Before moving on to wardrobe, she messaged her mom letting her know she was going out. Her mom was at work and instantly replied giving her the green light. She decided to go for her black lace underwear and bra set, along with her ruby red body hugging just above the knee dress, along with her black Mary janes , and black clutch purse. DAMN! J was sure in for a surprise. She added a few sprits of Bali dream here and there before taking one last look in the mirror before leaving. She gave herself a twirl before J messaged her.
J: I’m outside baby
Nayla: I’m coming ;*.
She headed down the stairs, and saw J waiting there. He was really a sight for sore eyes. His eyes were practically popping out of his eye sockets. He was hypnotized by how astonishing and sexy she looked now. He wanted her. He wanted her right there and then. The sight of him made her laugh a long and sensual laugh. He felt like his heart literally skipped a beat. She got into his into his fully tinted black on black 1970 ‘stang.
Nayla with an amused look on her face: What’s wrong baby?
He was lost for words. She was breath-talking
J: You...Look…Incredible...
Nayla: Thanks Honey.
She planted a light kiss on the rim of his neck. That drove him crazy.
She giggled a bit to herself, knowing that she just lit the fire.
During the quiet yet exhilarating ride back to his apartment, they both were in different worlds yet one thing was on their mind. They were both getting something tonight” if you know what I mean”;
To Be Continued…..
An extra extra long and sinful post to make up for lost time, Enjoy ;*
A couple of days passed after the fateful incident. Things gradually got back to normal, although her father’s face stayed glued in her mind like glitter on paper. His reaction was beyond words. He still had that stone cold expression, yet a hint of sadness in his eyes. She shook it off every time since she had a performance coming up in a couple of days. She was also anticipating her birthday. She’d finally be 18 and could openly be in a relationship with J. Well, at least not have to keep it to between her, J, and Moh’d. The relief and the weight that would be lifted off her shoulders was inexpressible. She shifted that thought aside and was practicing the piece she had in front of her. She was doing her own acoustic version of Lady Gaga’s “Telephone”. Yea it was ganna be kick-ass. She was continuously practicing during her free periods, between lessons, at home, any time that she could use. She barely had time for J.
She was tired.
She was frustrated.
She needed a break.
She needed J.
She grabbed her phone and started dialing his number.
Meanwhile, J had just stepped out of the shower after a long and tiring day at the gym. He treasured any gym time he had since teaching took up most of his time. He was changing when he saw a picture of Nayla and him on his nightstand. It was at taken at a spring of love festival. They had an amazing time that day, and the memories were those of the spontaneous kind. Especially one of Nayla pulling him into passionate and lust filled kiss. He remembered how it gave him goose bumps and vast feelings of pleasure. It was the first time he had seen that side of her and thought to himself
“This girl is ganna drive me crazy”
With that thought in mind, his phone was ringing and her name was flashing across his screen.
Call Started
J: “You were just on my mind”
Nayla: “So were you... “
He noticed her tone of voice and knew instantly what it meant. He was about to have the adventure of a lifetime. Well , that’s how it is with her..
Nayla: “Hello, you there baby?”
J: “Yea sorry, just drifted off a bit...”
Nayla: “Well I was saying I think I should come over, I miss you...”
J: “I miss you more cutie, when do you want me to pick you up?”
Nayla: “Hmmm, Give me an hour...”
J: “alright baby, take your time. When you’re ready, just call “
Nayla: “alright baby, see you later “
J: “You too”
Call Ended.
That gave her enough time to glam up. She had to look good after all. She stepped into her bathroom and started taking a long yet quick lather session. She washed her hair and body with the cherry blossom and vanilla scented set that J was insane about. He’d always keep her close to breath in her scent. She lathered up twice, scrubbed thrice until she felt like the scent had been absorbed by her skin. She dried off and started air drying her hair, and ran her hair through it a couple of times until she got the right amount of volume and curls she wanted to achieve. Hair, check. She moved onto make up. She went through the basics and added a few more things to give her the extra oomph! She added her MAC studio fix, then a bit of bronzer along her cheek bones, loads of mascara, and Russian red lipstick. She looked divine. Make- up, check. Before moving on to wardrobe, she messaged her mom letting her know she was going out. Her mom was at work and instantly replied giving her the green light. She decided to go for her black lace underwear and bra set, along with her ruby red body hugging just above the knee dress, along with her black Mary janes , and black clutch purse. DAMN! J was sure in for a surprise. She added a few sprits of Bali dream here and there before taking one last look in the mirror before leaving. She gave herself a twirl before J messaged her.
J: I’m outside baby
Nayla: I’m coming ;*.
She headed down the stairs, and saw J waiting there. He was really a sight for sore eyes. His eyes were practically popping out of his eye sockets. He was hypnotized by how astonishing and sexy she looked now. He wanted her. He wanted her right there and then. The sight of him made her laugh a long and sensual laugh. He felt like his heart literally skipped a beat. She got into his into his fully tinted black on black 1970 ‘stang.
Nayla with an amused look on her face: What’s wrong baby?
He was lost for words. She was breath-talking
J: You...Look…Incredible...
Nayla: Thanks Honey.
She planted a light kiss on the rim of his neck. That drove him crazy.
She giggled a bit to herself, knowing that she just lit the fire.
During the quiet yet exhilarating ride back to his apartment, they both were in different worlds yet one thing was on their mind. They were both getting something tonight” if you know what I mean”;
To Be Continued…..
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