A Sensual Affair

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and a pair of black jeans, sported with black-and-white loafers, he looked like a model right out of the magazine and came to life. His nose was straight and long that seemed to be perfectly sculpted it was almost

dry, as he still held my

like that—like a schoolgirl gawping at her ultimate crush. Now that was both mortif

I stood up but hesitated when a lively older lady held his arm, as th

in them. She was really so elegant and beautiful for a woman her age, which I guessed in her fifties. She looked really rich, judging by the jewelries she wore and the nice dress she had on

standing there, s

eds a child. And for that to happen, I need a sperm donor who’s all too willing to give up the child to me! He must just be the right one, since he has a S

here had my m

ew a deep breath

an’t I?’ I tried to think positive. With all the negative thing

smile. If I gave it to a man, she was sure the m

ouldn’t just go on with my life all alone. I wanted to have

not leaving my eyes from the stranger’s handsome face. I had no idea if he was R

iastic for my liking while my heart p

kind of smile. Or was it a confused one bec

he dr

around us to check if we were not yet in a room since he used

am

ctricity that travelled from him and went straight to my abdomen a

lashes were long and really nice to gawk at. Also, he smelled… yummy and addictive.

record anything,” I whisper

odd. No one had ever made me feel something like this. But căcat! My opening line was so lame! I just realized it. But then again, I w

ide or he was anticipating for his Sugar Mommy to come back and that he didn’t want her to see us talking. Maybe his Sugar Mommy was

asy for me to keep the child if he would agree to my proposal, which I’d tell him later. Moreover, I guess my smile did wonders just lik

dimple in the left lower corner of my lips. “Won’t your beautiful co

r’s younger sister, if you want to know. My name’s Maksmill

He was s

rm. His shirt wasn’t large or small but it did fit him nicely, showing off his gre

mething about him that made me guess and feel good

ne. My smaller hand seemed to get lost in his, and he ga

uza. You can call me Zen if you want,” I gently rep

!” he muttered in a teasing tone, still holdi

nd his gesture made the butte

be the one?’ I wo