“At least now I’m able to cup them, it’s like they were made for my hand,” he commented before he made his first thrust with so much pressure that I felt it in my womb — not my womb but it was deep in me. I held the bed sheets for support and my fingernails dug inside the sheets out of both pleasure and pain. His pace was faster than usual, his hands running through my body nonstop as if he couldn’t get enough of me. I kept moaning not able to hold them in until his pace slowed, he bend a little reaching my lips and I thought he was about to cum only for him to slowly thrust which felt much pleasurable than before, “hmm,” I bit my lip to stop a moan as I was not able to explain what my body felt at this moment — I’ve never felt this before.  He kept going his hands e

Clinton was left outside while the doctor examined me, he had given me a shot so the pain was bearable now. “You’re pregnant?” The doctor, sounding like a question, told me. “Yes,” “And your pregnancy is a rare, a risky one. I’m amazed at how this even happened,” the doctor said. “Yes, I’m aware doctor. What was I doing wrong? Is my baby okay? What was that pain?” I panicked. “Yes, your baby is perfectly fine. The pain was due to you not taking your medication,” he assured and I felt some sense of relief, “otherwise there’s nothing much for me to do except ask your husband to take good care of you.” “No doctor, I mean don’t tell my hu

 I was not going to cry, I brought this upon myself, I got up wiped my tears away and quickly searched for my phone, I started dialing Clinton’s number but it went straight to voice mail.   I kept trying, pacing up and down in the living space, my eyes fixed on the door and suddenly it opened — my husband walked in.   His eyes were red, but he wasn’t gone for long so I wondered why he was back so early. I was expecting him to go and drink or have a lap dance as that’s what he always does in such situations.   I didn’t dare take a step towards him, he wal

They kept kissing each other without needing to catch their breaths, I couldn’t watch any longer so I rolled my wheelchair and headed back to my room although it wasn’t easy as I hadn’t fully recovered. “Mrs Clinton, I was waiting for you,” a woman dressed in her nursing uniform said as I pushed the door open.  She ran to assist me immediately. “Are you alright?” she asked, spotting the tears in my eyes. “Yes I’m fine, something entered my eye,” I lied awkwardly blinking away tears but the

“She came to visit and since she’s the mother of Kiara I couldn’t let her spend her time in a hotel when we have plenty of unused rooms,” Clinton said and I felt my heart jump off my chest.“What a cute baby, he looks exactly like you Clint,” she said “hi baby, you look exactly like your daddy, you’re his copy, oh look at you,” she said taking Journey from Clinton’s arms. Surprisingly Journey wasn’t fearful at all he instead smiled at her as she played with him, “oh my he even has your smile,” she commented as she made her way inside passing between us.Clinton didn’t comment or say anything, instead he took Sophia’s suitcase and walked in —unbelievable. Sophia was playing with Journey as if her own son, she was good with kids as I saw Journey smile nonstop, he never liked strangers not even my own friend Loren, he would cry nonstop so it shocked me that with her he was okay. I walked to the bedroom with my eyes fixed on Sophia and my son since Clinton had taken Sophia’s suitcase to