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Imagine
“What´s your favorite thing these days?” the interviewer asks. James couldn’t hold a straight face and bursts out laughing.
“I don´t think I can say it.”
“C’mon gives us a little hint.” the interviewer insists. James looks at the camera, as if his girl is watching the interview and sighs, still smiling.
“Morning sex.”
This baby and me
Imagine
You have a man for every day of the week. On Mondays Cillian’s task is to fuck all your grumpiness due to the start of the week. Tuesdays are magical due to Tom’s marvelous fingers. Wednesdays with Jared always ends on shower sex to let all the lousy customers wash away. Thursdays are your favorite, with that British accent whispering dirty nothings while he thrust you. Freaky Fridays with Sebastian are bomb, loud, rough and passionate role play.
Weekends you have off, but the 5 of them are calling you, cause one day with you isn’t enough.
Imagine
You are friends of powerful men, that love you an consider you as a lover of once in a lifetime. So, when they found out that one man got his hands on you, they all let their differences aside just so they can torture him for touching a beautiful soul.
Imagine
Lorenzo has been flirting with you all dinner; lifting his shirt, showing his toned abs, mumbling “innocent” comments in your ear, watching you with this piercing blue eyes. All of this to piss off Timothée, who’s been watching everything and not uttering a word.
If he only knew, when everyone leaves you’ll be crawling to his arms, whispering to all the things you want him to do you.
Imagine
Aaron’s favorite body part of yours is your belly; he spends hours tracing patters with his fingers, kissing every inch of it and slowly going down, and telling you how gorgeous are your stretch marks a thing that makes you a human, his fierce tiger.
So in those mornings after you fuck, he usually presses his head on your tummy closing his eyes and doing what he loves, make you feel loved.
Imagine
Rumors were saying that you are having an affair with Mr. Hiddleston, the history teacher; An those kind of rumors were the ones to piss off Jacob, your boyfriend; Who eventually will smash some dudes face to shut him up, and yell in every corridor to fuck off. That is until one day he receives a text message with a location and a picture of you a Tom smiling, with the quote “if you want to find the truth, there’s a place you need to go.”
The nerves were kicking in Jacob’s chest as he arrives at some motel, he saw your car in the parking lot and his face shifts down. When he leaves his car he finds your silhouette and Mr. Hiddleston running to your room while holding hands. And that’s when Jacob found out all the rumors were true, by watching Mr. Hiddleston smiling at him as he closes the door with a proud glare.
Imagine
Of all the places in the world, you’ll never thought of finding him in a rave.
He went to church that day, your church, not even 24 hours ago and he was all sweaty, shirtless and staring at you from across the room. Your mouth went dry as he approaches slowly at your direction, pushing every guy aside.
“Hi.” he said, high as a rocket. “i really, really want to fuck you, so...” he got closer as you felt his hot breath on your cheek. “Why don’t we go somewhere else before i pussy out.”
