Deja Lost Doll

Next week there will be a brand new Masturbation Monday, but here is the final cliffhanger!

Nyla’s breasts were crushed, as she lie on her stomach. Andres liked taking her from behind, and usually she liked it too…but she had that feeling she had when she wanted to escape her life…

Reincarnate herself.

This time she felt stuck because she was in charge of Graham’s business, and there were people who depended on her. Other than that she would escape, she would run faster than the speed of light.

Lulled by the sensation of Andres thrusting in and out of her, Nyla closed her eyes.

“Have you ever wanted to escape yourself?” she questioned mid thrust.

“Like you Nusch?” he answered.

She felt a shiver, she felt her entire body go cold and stiff even while Andres continued to pound her. His balls crushing against her, like her breasts crushed into the mattress.

Nyla rubbed her eyes.

“Where do you want to go Nichy?” When she stiffened even more, Andres caressed her spine. “There is nothing to be afraid of my love, nothing at all. Graham told us about you in order to protect you in case you needed to escape…again.”

Rolling into her back, Nyla looked up at Andres.

“And to fuck me?” she got up from the bed, and Andres moved like a panther behind her.

“Ny—”

She wrapped herself with her robe, and saw her wild eyes in the mirror behind Andres.

“And you thought it was a good idea to get intimate with me? To get this close? And that time that Damaris came here, you should have been protecting me not about to fuck me!”

Andres leaned against the wall.

“I definitely knew better than to fall in love with you but it was unavoidable. Seeing you lying around all the time completely nude sunbathing, acting like we did not even see you when you are impossible to miss…”

Nyla saw her eyes soften in the mirror, but she was not completely softened.

“You should have told me earlier. I do not know your secrets.”

“But you do. Graham has files on the three of us.”

“The three of you?”

“We were in the streets, ran away from our foster home. The foster parents wanted us for the benefits and nothing else. Paulo and I were doing what we had to do to protect Gráinne. He and Gráinne fell in love, and the three of us just had each other’s backs.”

“So you never answered—have you ever wanted to escape yourself?”

Andres stood up straight, and looked at her.

“No,” he breathed. “But I am prepared to do whatever I need to, to make you more comfortable. Including to escape…”

“Will you come with me?”

“I can’t.” Nyla sighed, she ached for flight. “The three of us would take over and then you would be free to do whatever you wanted. To do whatever you wanted to do.”

It was not the first time Nyla would have left people behind, and honestly she felt like a lost doll…Her anger brimmed as she flung herself on the bed, and Andres followed her.

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One-Year Wedding Anniversary

So I have not been able to access my blog for almost a week, and this post is soooo late and Masturbation Monday will be late as well. But better late than never–please celebrate Eliza and Rafe’s one-year wedding anniversary with them!!! Maybe because it was Halloween–maybe some spooks with that spooked my technology?!

 

Eliza was happy to go somewhere more private with Rafe in the lounge. The hallway was decorated dark and sparse like a cemetery. They were tangled in exaggerated cobwebs and moon-colored lighting, as they moved into a private room that had a “Reserved” placard on the satin sheets.
Rafe pulled her softly into it, and closed the door with his leg. He pushed her to the wall inside, and she looked up at him.
“Do you want the door open or closed?” He asked her, his breath and the halo of his lips on her jaw.
“Closed,” she breathed, and caressed his face so she could kiss him.
There was a drink minimum at the bar, but they had been drinking before they got there, so Eliza at least was tipsy. But not so tipsy that she did not remember that she had just seen Terrence with another woman, but was completely focused on Rafe.
He closed the door all of the way, and kissed her so hard he lifted her off of the floor. She wrapped her arms about him, and pressed her face to his chest. Eliza felt so safe in his arms, she felt like everything that was wrong with the world would be okay if he held her.
“I love you…” she said looking up into his eyes, and he looked down at her. His eyes soft and warm.
“I love you Liza, let’s get married.”
Eliza smelled the liquor on his breath, and laughed.
“Let’s get married,” he repeated.
Eliza was silent, as he let go of her on one side. She was even more silent, as he handed her her ring.
Her engagement ring.
Her arms tightened about his neck.
“Ingrid and I are not getting married Eliza. It just was not going to work, and she saw what I knew but would not say. That I still want to marry you. I love you. Marry me, this time for real.”
Eliza could not see him because her eyes were so filled with tears.
Her eyes were still filled with tears a week later, when she saw a picture of them—her wearing a vintage white cocktail dress and him wearing a vintage suit with tails.
Mr. and Mrs. Hughes…

 

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Deja Caramel

I so love this image from Tom Starling, you can read more stories inspired by it at my Friday Flash site!!!

Caramel was delighted that Damaris was going to Paris. They were colleagues, and she advised several of her clients to see Caramel in her wake.

Cara and her worked together often. They were Nyla’s best girls, so when a client wanted a threesome it was a no brainer that they were hired. Those nights were intense and decadent night for Damaris, she came so many times one night she felt like she would combust.

This night, was a thank you for picking up her slack. Damaris invited Cara out for dinner and to stay over in the luxe hotel suite that Jared had gotten for her, so she would not be late for her early morning flight. He was already in Paris—business demanded—so she would meet him there.

Damaris could tell by the way that Cara licked the caramel on her spoon, what was on her mind. She knew as soon as Cara ordered the caramel heavy dessert what was on her mind. Spooning up caramel from Cara’s plate, let Cara know she was definitely up for dessert.

When she invited Cara to stay over with her, didn’t she know exactly why?

Their kisses tasted like caramel. Damaris let her tongue delicately lick a spot of caramel stickiness off of Cara’s chin. Cara slipped her hand under her dress, as she licked that sweet spot from her chin.

Cara’s hand spanned over Damaris’ thigh, and gripped her it with familiarity and longing. Her other hand pulled at her hair, which soothed her. Damaris liked having her hair pulled, and she wanted more, as she licked her lip still sweet with caramel as she craved other sweets…

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Fantasies A & B

Chloe was short-lived in this series, but she packed quite a punch. Even her fantasies were hot!!! Especially when they came to fruition…

Fantasy A

Chloe imagined that she was at work, and Oscar saw her with all of the other interns that he lumped her with when he mentioned her to her mother. He pulled her aside and she was startled, even as she savored the rough grip of his hand on her bare arm.

“Chloe, I just wanted to let you know that I did not mean to lump you or any of the interns together. I mean, I guess I am just so old here and you know. I just …” he smiled. Chloe nodded, he did not have to do this, she felt bad enough and this was not helping. “Chloe…” She looked up at him helplessly. “I especially did not want your mother to know I had noticed you. How could I have not?”

The way he looked at her, and the way his long torso swayed toward made her swoon, but she had to resist it–to make her fantasy last and because it was better for the plot.

“That is not good, no!”

She tried to turn away, but his voice lured her.

“You noticed me too Chloe, I know you did. I have seen you looking at me.”

“No!”

“You never looked at me Chloe?”

He studied her face, and she shook her head weakly.

“No, I never–”

“I saw you looking me up and down. Especially down Chloe. Was there something you wanted to see down there?”

“I never!”

“Come to my office Chloe. There is something I want to show you…”

“I don’t want to see anything…”

Chloe fast forwarded–this was awkward and fumbling and she wanted to get to the good stuff!

On her knees, her blouse and bra off Chloe sucked Oscar expertly. She usually liked older men because maybe she did have daddy issues? She liked feeling younger and cared for with an older man. They usually adored her because she was younger and catered to her.

Oscar as it was, caressed her face and hair tenderly as she sucked his balls. Her mouth taking them in and out with suction but not making any noise. She kissed them, and licked the root of his penis. He tasted so good she imagined, she could not get enough of him.

He squirmed because she was good at what she was doing. But it was when he pulled her face away, and kissed her that she paused.

“I want to taste you Chloe. I want to see how sweet you are…”

Chloe had never had anyone do this to her in real life, and she wanted it. She wanted someone to kiss her there, lick her there and make her feel wanted and beautiful there and everywhere.

Oscar knelt beside her, and asked her to sit where he was. For a moment, Chloe remained on her knees overwhelmed. He looked at her with the warm eyes she had seen over dinner that night toward her mother–Chloe repurposed that with the warm sorrowful look he had given her.

When she sat down and Oscar opened her legs, Chloe sighed in her fantasy and in reality. She placed her hand between her legs just for the warmth as Oscar went down on her in her head. She touched his hair, and he licked her harder reaching for her breasts. He grabbed them, and she thought she was on fire.

“Wider Chloe,” he commanded. “I want to taste your core.”

That was it, Chloe came so suddenly and so hard, she thought she had passed out before rubbed her eyes and curled onto her side.

Fantasy B

Chloe rubbed her eyes because this could not be happening. She was not sure how it had happened–it was a bit of a blur to her–but what she did know was that she was watching the top of Oscar’s head as he went down on her.

She ran her hands through his hair, and the heat of his scalp felt like lava under her hand. When he looked up at her, she melted. His eyes were warm and directed at her.

It was that look they got them into this position, but it was so sincere. They both wanted to be here. He spread her legs wider, kissed the wet with desire skin there and Chloe trembled as she moaned. Oscar caressed her shaking legs.

“I am sorry,” she hissed, out of breath.

“Sorry for what?” Oscar asked, as he moved up to kiss her. His hand was under her shirt, and she placed her hands over his. “What?”

When they broke apart from their kiss, Chloe looked at him, and sighed.

“I want you,” she said helplessly, and he kissed her again.

Chloe was eager to have him inside of her, eager to feel the warmth of him inside of her.

“I want you,” he answered simply.

When he moved to climb on top of her, Chloe surprised him by getting on top of him instead. Looking in his eyes and never looking away, she held him and pushed him inside of her. Full of him and him touching her in just that spot, Chloe started to move. She had never been on top before, but she needed to be on top of Oscar. She needed to let him see that she wanted him in her–how much she wanted him in her. She kept her eyes on him, as she grinded her hips. It made her happy to see that she was pleasing him, made her happy that had she was in control of her own pleasure. That whatever movements she made, was going to enhance their pleasure.

Oscar touched her which she was happy for because she needed him to touch her, and any touch from him made her feel that maybe…he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Tired from riding him, Chloe came with a laziness that made her smile, as he moved her hips for her and made her fuck him harder which made another orgasm burst inside of her. It was too much. She fell over him spent, and he held her close to him.

This was better than any fantasy she had ever conjured about him, but the repercussions were deeper than any of her fantasies.

This was real, and what were they going to tell her mother?!

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Deja Vu: Sabrina

This week, we revisit Sabrina–putting out all of the fires…

Sabrina looked around the pool, everything about the island escape was the same as if she was at the compound—all of the players were there. Gráinne was at her side looking anxious, wringing her hands. Paulo and Andres stood side by side, and the tension was thick.

The only difference was that Graham was there. He looked handsome in his swimming trucks, and she was lucky to be there with him. She was completely nude because she did not want tan lines at all. It amazed her that Graham was so confident that he did not care if she was naked for the gaze of everyone. She did not care either, but she never dared to look at Andres because she was afraid that she might say his name, or something else spontaneous might come out of her.

She got up and walked to the pool. At least she could have that moment by herself of peace there. The water bobbed about her, and she looked up as she held onto the edge. Graham’s phone rang, he got up and went through the sliding doors. It was silent, but there was a collective sigh of relief. Gráinne walked to the edge of the pool and put her toe in, Sabrina did not miss a stolen glance from Gráinne to Paulo though. Sabrina and Andres did not look at each other at all.

Graham walked back out.

“Sabrina,” She walked over to him straight out of the pool. Dripping, she stood in from of him. “I have to go back to the city,” he sighed and caressed from her cheek to her shoulder. She looked down at his hand. “you stay here.”

This was the reason why Sabrina had left Graham the first time. She never even had decisions to make. It was always this is what you are going to do because I said so. She was too tired to argue with him, so she nodded as he kissed her cheek. His kisses when he was in do what I say mode were chaste like he was her daddy–and not in a good way.

Mechanically she followed him into the bedroom, and helped him dress. She put his tie on, and even though it was completely CMNF there was nothing sexual—not even a flash of heat lightning between them.

He grabbed her ass as he walked out, but that was the only thing he did that was even kind of sexy.

Walking back to the house after he got in the car, Gráinne walked toward her, and took her hand. They talked a lot silently–sometimes they needed to, it was their language so that they could say things when they could not say things.

But this was not such a time.

“You have to be careful,” Gráinne said. “I can tell when he knows something.”

Sabrina felt her skin prickle—what did Gráinne know? Could she feel the tension between them? Or was she just really observant, because Sabrina knew something was not right either.

She threw on a thin dress when she returned to the master suite, and her heart caught in her throat as she realized that Gráinne was right. She did not know what it was that Graham suspected, but she had to be careful.

Lying down on the bed, she heard Gráinne in the distance with Paulo.

But not Andres.

She had not looked at him in such a long time—she was frightened to after she almost said his name when Graham was on top of her. Her desire was so palpable that she was afraid to breathe thinking Andres’ name would be a whistle within her breath.

Pulling off her dress in a haste, Sabrina rolled around the bed. Her loose breasts were alluring enough to her fingers, but it was so swollen between her legs as she humped the slightest mound of sheets on the mattress as it was…it was intuitive to place her fingers between her legs. Wet already, it was soothing to slide her fingers around her opening. A quiet moan secreted from her as she just moved her fingers up and down, that was all she needed because she did not want to come right away. She needed to take the edge off a bit, but that was all she wanted to do at the moment.

To take the edge off.

But her whole body tightened when she saw Andres lingering by her window and he stared at her. Rolling around like a cat in heat, she felt her body burn with fire from head to toe. She was terrified!

What if Graham was coming back? What if this was all a ploy to see what would happen if he left unexpectedly? Frightened and silent, she removed her fingers from between her legs and pulled her dress back on.

She had too much to lose to do anything else. Picking up her phone, she saw she had a missed message from Harry and bumped right into Andres who looked down at her somberly.

Sabrina put her phone down, and jumped into the pool to put out all of her fires.

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Triangle

Oscar could not keep his hands off of Eliza, he even started to visit her at night while

Rafe was there and her husband was observant. He could tell when things picked up between her and Oscar, but the thing was that she and Oscar had been such a fixture as part of their relationship that there was nothing to even say about it now.

Oscar was equally observant, and he placed his hand on her thigh when he sat close to her. There was nothing actually sensual about his touch, but it spoke volumes. Now that she was starting to feel the baby move and she had a bit more of a bump, it was nice to have two very important men in her life taking care of her all of the time.

Rafe tried to be fair because they had opened their marriage, and now with all of the fallout with Chloe it meant that they had indeed opened Pandora’s box. That Oscar’s feelings had been opened again for Eliza, and it was not easy to be just friends with her.

When they were out he clung to her in such a manner, that people thought he was the father of the baby more than they thought Rafe was.

Oscar was difficult for Eliza to process though because he was still so close with Sally. Sally had lost a daughter, and now she wanted Oscar back in her life because she was in a lot of pain.

Grief was a hard thing. Eliza had had lost, and it was hard. Her father dying was a hard thing, but at least she got Jeanne out of it and that was something.

Jeanne was meeting them now, and because Eliza had told her what had been going on she was warm and receptive to all of them. Eliza was happy to have her sister with her–to take her out of this triangle.

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Deja Vu: Nichy

This month as Nyla wishes to flee–I thought we would take a look at her other incarnations from this series…

Nichy

Nichy woke up with her hand between her legs, breathless and gasping for air. Her body was damp, and she wondered if she had masturbated while she was asleep. With her eyes slit open, she pressed her lips to Tyler’s back. 

It was almost a thank you.

Watching him make out with Gavin had been so arousing, her clit twitched without her even touching it. Just her inner thigh rubbing against it, was enough to send her into a tailspin. Was it because she knew what each of those set of lips were like, why she was so especially turned on? Or that they were both in suits? Their suits in varied disarray, as they progressed into heavier and heavier petting. Gavin liked kissing–Nichy knew that. He liked his throat kissed which Tyler found out quickly—Tyler was very good at detecting hot spots…

She and Renee embraced harder, watching them. Tyler tugged at Gavin’s tie, like a leash to pull him closer to him so they could kiss deeper. Gavin’s fingers slipped in between the buttons of Tyler’s dress shirt, and Tyler pressed himself closer to Gavin. Gavin liked eye contact, so he pulled away and smiled at Tyler. Tyler never one to be distracted by a curveball, smiled back and rubbed his nose against Gavin’s.

“I can almost predict what they are going to do next!” she whispered to Renee.

“Me too! I know exactly what Gavin will do, he is more predictable than Tyler.”

Not moving her eyes from Gavin and Tyler—who had resumed kissing and pulled at each other’s clothes—Nichy took in what Renee said. Her clit tightened when Tyler unzipped Gavin’s pants. When Gavin unzipped Tyler’s pants, he gasped.

“You don’t wear underwear?” Gavin asked him.

“Nope, never have,” Tyler grinned. “Not even when I was a kid.”

Gavin caressed Tyler, and Nichy salivated as she watched him move in response to Gavin’s touch.

“You got to know Gavin very well then…” Nichy was almost surprised she had said this aloud, as she whispered to Renee.

“He was not exactly a stranger to me!” Renee giggled. “and I understand what you saw in him. Being in bed with him is dreamy!”

Nichy was not sure how to respond. Even though she loved Tyler, being with Renee and Gavin had been sweet moments that she was not sure she wanted to talk about. Would she have conversations with Gavin about how Renee tasted next? 

But then she was distracted by Tyler and Gavin again. They were just kissing and touching each other, but it was so damned hot! Gavin kept up with Tyler, kissing his neck which Nichy knew was Tyler’s hot spot. Tyler slumped against the couch, and caressed Gavin’s stomach as Gavin sucked at his neck. Nichy got so hot at the idea of him leaving a mark there…

When she remembered this, she looked at Tyler’s neck in the dark right then and could see the smudge of a bruise on his neck which she kissed over and over again.

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Out of Character

Oscar was a permanent fixture suddenly. He came to see her often in the morning before he went to work, sometimes working from her apartment so he could see her and make sure she was okay.

Eliza told him he did not have to dote on her–she was not porcelain and she would be fine. But Oscar was more attentive than ever—Rafe was the same—she felt very loved.

It was jarringly out of character however when Oscar was with her one morning, and he caressed her face. He had always been affectionate with her, but he did not stop there.

He kissed her, and she kissed him back. She had not been expecting the kiss, but she received it like a sacrament. His lips were warm and sought more from her than ever before. His hand slipped under her robe, and touched her bare skin. Eliza gasped as he touched her breasts and stomach, wondering if he could feel the changes she saw and she pulled her robe together.

“Oscar,” she groaned softly, her body wanted more but she was afraid of what more would mean.

“I need you Eliza,” he groaned, the sound of his voice made her ache with his loss and his desire. “Please let me…”

Her eyes dissolved into liquid, as she did not move to stop him and he pushed her robe off of her shoulders. Her nipples were hard, and the ache between her legs gripped her with desperation.

She could not say no to this–to him now. Desire and friendship were too heady for her to do anything, as he lifted her breast and kissed it graciously like a hand looking up at her.

Her body quivered with the fever he created in her. She was not sure she had ever lusted for him like this before. Even in the very beginning the first time she saw him in Paris, and they were inseperable…walking past a lingerie store was like a fire and made them want to make love right outside of it. Even then she was not sure that she felt the fever that she felt now as Oscar got on top of her on the couch and that was the only thing she wanted in the entire world…

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Nikki and I made friends via Twitter–one of the things I love about social media. Polka dots was a shared love! I love that she inspires me daily–even more after reading this guest post she wrote. She motivates herself, and makes me want to be and do more!

Get inspired!!!

Posting the 281st photo to my #365photochallenge thread on Twitter, I caught myself feeling disappointed and bittersweet about being so close to finishing my year long photo project. Who even am I? What the fuck was that about? 

https://twitter.com/loveisafetish/status/1182331905485631489

 

The answer is pretty clear. This project has been beneficial on so many levels. At its most basic, accomplishing  any positive, daily task is good for your mental health.  Add that it’s something that makes me feel sexy, fun and creative? It’s been a fantastic cocktail of awesomeness. 

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The theory is that the key to healing, growth or learning is to find something that works for you, personally, because we all learn differently. This photo project is an excellent example of that. It’s been difficult, frustrating and downright pissed me off to have to deal with weekly feelings of god damn it I’m too fucking busy and have a toddler and I do not have time or inspiration for this shit — oh wait, there’s a delightful sunbeam to take a nude picture in, score! And I think that’s what’s kept me going. It’s a challenge, but an attainable one that I have control over.

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Not only has it made me feel remarkably better about my body and sensuality, but it’s made me pay attention and learn how the natural light looks in every room of our home at every time of the day. It’s allowed me to appreciate the way the light falls on my curves from different angles.  It’s required me think outside of the box in terms of location, pose, color, outfit, makeup, varying factors all playing a part in forcing myself to expand upon what I know to be able to take a unique photo every day, for hundreds of days. 

 

It’s forced me to get myself dolled up, dressed in lingerie and in a frame of mind that I might not have been able to access if I wasn’t so motivated to stick with this project. Weekly prompts, like Violet’s Lingerie is for Everyone and Molly’s Sinful Sunday have been my saving grace. Giving me a reason every week to try just a little harder, to participate, to put myself out there. All things that I struggle to do without a nudge. 

I was incredibly proud of myself for sticking with this project for the first week, then month, it seemed like no time and I was writing about hitting my half a year mark in July. Now, with only 80 days left, I’m already pretty certain I will continue my project again next year. Why wouldn’t I? It seems like a no brainer to continue doing something that genuinely affects my mental health in an incredibly positive way. 

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You can follow along with my photo project here, and access the NSFW versions here or my Dropbox! 

Lost Doll via @fireandhoney

Nyla’s breasts were crushed, as she lie on her stomach. Andres liked taking her from behind, and usually she liked it too…but she had that feeling she had when she wanted to escape her life…

Reincarnate herself.

This time she felt stuck because she was in charge of Graham’s business, and there were people who depended on her. Other than that she would escape, she would run faster than the speed of light.

Lulled by the sensation of Andres thrusting in and out of her, Nyla closed her eyes.

“Have you ever wanted to escape yourself?” she questioned mid thrust.

“Like you Nusch?” he answered.

She felt a shiver, she felt her entire body go cold and stiff even while Andres continued to pound her. His balls crushing against her, like her breasts crushed into the mattress.

Nyla rubbed her eyes.

“Where do you want to go Nichy?” When she stiffened even more, Andres caressed her spine. “There is nothing to be afraid of my love, nothing at all. Graham told us about you in order to protect you in case you needed to escape…again.”

Rolling into her back, Nyla looked up at Andres.

“And to fuck me?” she got up from the bed, and Andres moved like a panther behind her.

“Ny—”

She wrapped herself with her robe, and saw her wild eyes in the mirror behind Andres.

“And you thought it was a good idea to get intimate with me? To get this close? And that time that Damaris came here, you should have been protecting me not about to fuck me!”

Andres leaned against the wall.

“I definitely knew better than to fall in love with you but it was unavoidable. Seeing you lying around all the time completely nude sunbathing, acting like we did not even see you when you are impossible to miss…”

Nyla saw her eyes soften in the mirror, but she was not completely softened.

“You should have told me earlier. I do not know your secrets.”

“But you do. Graham has files on the three of us.”

“The three of you?”

“We were in the streets, ran away from our foster home. The foster parents wanted us for the benefits and nothing else. Paulo and I were doing what we had to do to protect Gráinne. He and Gráinne fell in love, and the three of us just had each other’s backs.”

“So you never answered—have you ever wanted to escape yourself?”

Andres stood up straight, and looked at her.

“No,” he breathed. “But I am prepared to do whatever I need to, to make you more comfortable. Including to escape…”

“Will you come with me?”

“I can’t.” Nyla sighed, she ached for flight. “The three of us would take over and then you would be free to do whatever you wanted. To do whatever you wanted to do.”

It was not the first time Nyla would have left people behind, and honestly she felt like a lost doll…Her anger brimmed as she flung herself on the bed, and Andres followed her.

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