Henry looked away first and gazed upon the wall next to him. He uttered, "All this time, I thought you had a change of heart. Even though we shared a night, I was unsure what you felt about me. And I have never properly expressed that you are what my heart desires."
Henry cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence. "However, that's all in the past. There's no point dwelling on it now, except for the sake of clarity. I hope this meeting can bring closure and allow you to move forward with your life."
"Khana, there's no point lingering in the love we couldn't have. I truly loved you, but that was all part of history," he added.
Khana rose from her seat, stepping closer until she had Henry pinned against the sofa. She fixed him with a piercing stare, freezing him in place with the intensity of her gaze. She had a way of captivating his senses.
"Show me that your feelings for me are truly in the past," Khana demanded, her fingers tracing the contours of Henry's face. "I'll kiss you. If you dare to kiss me back, I won't ever let you go," she added, her voice a whisper.
Henry wanted to gently push the lady. However, his body won't cooperate as he is hypnotized by her tantalizing eyes.
In the quietude of the room, amidst shadows that danced like whispers, he stood enraptured, caught in the gravitational pull of her gaze. Her eyes, twin pools of obsidian, held him captive like a moth drawn to a flame. In those depths, he saw galaxies swirling, mysteries unfolding—a cosmos that defied the laws of reason.
As he gazed into those fathomless depths, it was as though he was plunging into an abyss, willingly surrendering to an enchantment beyond comprehension. Time lost its meaning, and the world around them faded into insignificance. Only she and her mesmerizing eyes remained, filling his universe with their profound allure.
Her black eyes were not merely a color; they were an abyssal portal to a realm of wonder. Every blink was like a ripple on a dark lake, stirring his soul. He could feel himself slipping, falling deeper, losing his balance in the infinity of her gaze. It was a descent he welcomed, a journey into the unknown that held no fear.
In those moments, he adored her eyes as a poet adores the night sky, finding solace and inspiration in their profound mystery. They were not just windows to her soul but gateways to a hidden dimension of beauty and emotion. He longed to explore every corner of this world she held within, knowing that it contained wonders that defied explanation.
He was even more lost when soft lips touched his lips. It was more intoxicating than any liquor. He's trying hard not to open his mouth because the moment Khana's tongue enters, there's no assurance he can silence his desire to kiss back.
However, she is more tempting than he could imagine. Her hands slowly crawled to his chest which brought a shiver to his whole being.
Meanwhile, Khana is earnestly praying that the guy he is kissing will fall into her antics. She wished he'd kiss back. She's doing her best to tempt the priest, shamelessly committing a sin. She is crazy enough to go against the world just to have the love of her life.
She can feel loud drums lying in Henry's chest. He is breathing hard while trying to resist the temptation, but he is just a human who got preyed on by earthly desire, especially when the one who is tempting him is someone he longed to touch again.
And so, with each passing heartbeat, he surrendered further, willingly ensnared by the captivating allure of her gaze. To him, there was no greater abyss than the endless depths of her eyes, and he willingly fell, intoxicated by the magic that enveloped him.
He started moving his lips against her, and although Khana anticipated this, she still got caught in the moment. He slid his tongue inside her mouth.
Khana arched her back when Henry's palm ran over her back. Although she's wearing clothes and the room is well-ventilated with Aircon, she's still burning. Every touch turns her even more as if she is electrified.
Her hands accidentally landed on the thing between his legs. She could feel it was hard as a rock, and it drove her to be more excited.
She's wet down there, and her flower wants to be watered again. It took forever for this to happen. She can't help but zip it down and suck it before the priest gets his senses back.
She wants to drive him crazy enough to forget who is in the meantime. Khana wants to feel him, just like that time when they had it first when they were still minors.
On the other hand, Henry has completely fallen into darkness. He can't help but make weird noises as she sucks and licks his manliness.
He can't help but close his eyes because it is too hard to explain what he is feeling right now.
"A-Ahhh," he screamed in his husky voice, and such a sexy sound was music to Khana's ears. She sucked deeper in and out.
Henry's hand was on Khana's hair, and even though he didn't mean to, his hand was already pulling the lady's hair. It didn't hurt the lady, instead, it excited her more.
She licked the tip of it as if it were her favorite lollipop. His thing was big and just right in size, six inches long. It was just her type, the one that is not too short or long; not too small and too big, just enough to fit her mouth and her flower.
Shortly after, she felt something was coming up, and Khana wasn't wrong after all.
A white sticky thing has defiled her mouth. She was satisfied, but there was more she wanted than having Henry's 'thing' defiling her mouth...
"A-Ahhh," he screamed in his husky voice, and such a sexy sound was music to Khana's ears. She sucked deeper in and out, sucking out his soul. Henry could not understand himself as if he's gone insane.Henry's hand was on Khana's hair, and even though he didn't mean to, a hand was already pulling the lady's hair. It didn't hurt the lady, but instead, it excited her more. At the back of Khana's head, her mind has been saying, "I guess, I'm driving you crazy, huh? How about I suck you harder?"She licked the tip of it as if it were her favorite lollipop. The guy's thing was big and just right in size, six inches long. It was just her type, a plaything between his legs that was not too short or long, yet not too small and too big, just enough to fit her mouth and her flower.Shortly after, she felt something was coming up, and Khana wasn't wrong. A white sticky thing has defiled her mouth. She was satisfied, but there was more she wanted than having the restless guy's 'thing' defiling h
Although she was engaged to Richard, they never had this intimacy in bed because she never allowed it to happen. Henry is the first guy who buds her flower when they are both not of legal age. And, now, he is still the first to have a taste of her older self.The two wild souls were drowning in pleasure, and neither couldn't bring themselves to their senses. It's driving her crazy, having Henry sucking his booby again while sliding his two fingers in and out between his legs. She's like a seashell that spreads more upon cast into the flame as much as how her legs spread wider."I want you inside me, now..." She whispered to his ears while slightly pulling his hair.He could hear her heavy breath. She's gasping for air while moaning. It was a piece of music to his ears. Also, seeing her expressions is like a form of art he adores. She grabbed his arm and buried her nails as he made his way inside her. Her head tilted left and right every time he moved in and out. She even bit her lo
Khana woke up tied in the middle of a crowd cursing her, calling names. She wanted to scream for help, but her mouth was trampled with a piece of clothing. She was confused. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep next to the man she admired. What's all the fuss? Why is she tied like a witch in the witch craze? She can't help but keep a lot of questions in her head. "May you rot in hell!" says the crowd while throwing eggs and cabbage at her. Suddenly, Richard stands out from the crowd. Richard was holding a stick with blazing fire. He glared at her and mouthed, "You and him shall burn to death."It was at that moment she realized a black fabric next to her. The crowd removed it and a man with blood all over his face appeared."Henry!" Khana screamed in horror. She frantically moved, wanting to escape from being tied. Suddenly, the long sturdy stick where she was hanging had lost its footing to the ground. She looked down, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized
Henry's expression turned grim as they exchanged anxious glances. They couldn't risk letting anyone discover their clandestine affair. Khana's mind raced, a surge of panic overwhelming her.As the doorbell rang again, their options dwindled. Khana's mind whirled with fear and uncertainty. If it was Richard, how would they explain their presence here together?"We have to do something," Khana urged, voice trembling. "What if it's Richard?"Khana’s heart raced as the doorbell echoed through the house. She and Henry stood frozen, their tense conversation interrupted by the unexpected sound. With a sinking feeling, Khana’s mind raced through possibilities. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. Then, headed to the window to check whoever the person was waiting outside. However, she can't figure out who it was. Thus, she had no choice but to open the door."If it's Richard he should have entered the house without even knocking, or else he left his spare key here," Khana mumbled. "Stay here,”
Across the pale evening sky, St. XXX church loomed with its towering spire pointing to heaven as if in silent prayer. Inside, the air was cool and mellowed with the sweet tones of incense, a reminder of sacred ceremonies that had been held in the place. Her heart pounding in her chest, Bettina sounded along the stone floor as she walked with a purpose down the nave of the church.Father Henry was at the altar on his knees in deep meditation. Shadows from the flickering candlelight danced against his serene face, bringing clarity into the cool resolution of his eyes. He did not hear Bettina as she approached him, and it was not until she almost stood beside him that he noticed her presence in the stillness of the sacredness about them."Father Henry," she called out sharply, her voice cutting through the air like a knife.Henry turned, a look of surprise crossing his features before he composed himself. "Miss Bettina, what brings you here at this hour?"Bettina took a deep breath, stea
Khana paced in her small, cozy apartment, the tension in her body reflective of the turmoil in her mind. Notwithstanding the serenity of her surroundings, Khana did not feel one bit calm.Her thoughts were consumed with Henry. Ever since their first conversation, she had felt this almost inexplicable connection toward him, which just seemed to grow stronger with each day. Yet, her mind still lingered on the confrontation with Bettina earlier. She knew that her friend was right—there were real consequences to her pursuit of a priest.Khana stopped before the mirror, her reflection staring back at her. Her dark eyes were wide with indecision; her eyebrows furrowed. "What am I doing?" she whispered to herself. "This is madness."Khana sank into the overstuffed armchair by the window, her head buried in her hands. "Why does it have to be so complicated?" she murmured. She closed her eyes, trying to find clarity in the tumult of her emotions.She stood up abruptly, her decision made. "I h
Khana was awakened by her phone’s loud beeping which cut through her sleep like a knife. Groggily, she reached for it on the nightstand, squinting her eyes at the bright light before her. There were many missed calls and urgent messages from one person.“What is wrong with this person? Do they have to disturb my peace so early in the morning?” she asked herself while still touching the surface of her nightstand.She then groaned loudly and made an effort to get out of bed but only managed to sit up straight at its edge.“Eleven missed calls? How is that even possible?” Khana said aloud with shock all over her face.She was unable to press the redial button, as the screen flashed. "Khana, dear..."Her heart raced as a sense of dread settled in her chest upon hearing her mom's subtle weep. She sat up quickly, the remnants of sleep clinging to her mind like cobwebs."Mom, what happened? You don't sound good," Khana asked, her voice trembling."Khana, please come to the hospital. It's yo
Khana found herself pulling into the parking lot of a bar. The neon sign flickered invitingly, and she realized she needed something to numb the pain, even if just for a little while. She walked inside, the dim lighting and murmur of voices a stark contrast to the chaos in her mind.She made her way to the bar and ordered a drink, her hands still shaking. The alcohol burned as it went down, but it provided a momentary relief from the storm inside her. She drank another, and then another until the edges of her reality began to blur.The dimly lit bar buzzed with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses, but for Khana, the noise was nothing more than a dull background to her swirling thoughts. She sat alone at the corner table, nursing her drink, lost in the whirlwind of her own troubles.She wanted to forget all her troubles: First was about her father lying in the ICU, his frail body fighting for each breath. The weight of his illness pressed heavily on her heart, casting a shadow