ROLEPLAY HQ - accidental-love

Omid Rahal, aged Thirty-two, got into the elevator early. She was known to be quite punctual and organised. Well, she was at work. She was not people would assume to be a hyperactive personality but she was at home. The new home she was getting into. Well, she knew she was working a lot at it. After all, last year, when her long term girlfriend just seemed to bail on her. Celia and she had been together for almost ten years and had been talking of adopting kids or having a sperm donor. Only to find out that a year before, she had decided to move in with Diana. Diana had been her best friend, well, she had been thinking Diana had been one of her best friends. She was quite devastated and quit her old job because it meant she had to work with her once girlfriend and her ex best friend. She needed to do research somewhere else. She applied to some companies and got this chance. Most of her research was down on demographics, ethnographies and also cross-cultural uses of products and devices. That is why she was a valued member in her old advertising firm. She knew how to speak to different sorts of people. Being a woman, also had some advantages, as people in neighbourhoods with high crime rates or break-ins preferred an educated woman. Seemed to be some sort of benevolent sexism, well, if it worked for her, she was not going to complain. Omid decided to go early; still her second week in this new company. She was holding the lift a bit as per her custom when she entered the building. The last week was more or less orientation and she had taken a lot of notes on what she wanted to do and what aims and projects she wanted to show she was able to understand various forms of people and cultures. She was re-reading Said's Culture and Imperialism, when she thought someone entered the elevator. She absentmindedly pressed the button on the floor not really paying attention to anything else aside drinking coffee and reading her book. @💛Shay-Bae💛

Marcus Burnett arrived at the office early, just as he always did, but this time was different. He had new hires to meet, a staff meeting to observe and a schedule to sort, all of which had to be done in a timely manner. This all would’ve been a normal day-to-day occurrence for the man, except his live-in girlfriend had called as soon as he left the house and was demanding his attention. “Okay, I underst— … Casey, that’s n— … If you would let me ju—“ He ran towards the elevator that would take him up to his floor, thankful to the woman who had held it. As the doors shut, the call was abruptly ended due to lack of signal. “.. Hello? He—.. mgggm” He stared down at his sleek, black phone and tucked it into his blue suit pocket, only then taking the time to see the woman he was sharing the elevator with. She didn’t seem like anything special upon first glance, the book she was reading sticking out more to him than any facial feature. He hummed approvingly as he read the title and then looked back at the slowly climbing floor levels. “Culture and Imperialism? Just some light reading before you start your day?” He joked. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

"Yeah some light reading." Omid says this with some reservation. She then looked at him, " As a sociologist I think it is important for me to know the histories that have shaped the world. I think it is incredibly important to —" She stared at him for a few minutes. "Marc...Marc is that you?" @💛Shay-Bae💛

As soon as The Woman started to speak, the gears in his mind began to spin. He recognized her sarcastic tone and when she mentioned sociology, he turned back to her to study her face a bit more. Her features were older than he had remembered, but the way her mouth moved when she spoke and the glint in her eyes when she paused to look at him all but confirmed his suspicions. ‘Marc… Marc is that you?’ “Yeah… Omid? … Wow… I mean… Wow.” He was stunned. What we’re the odds that he would meet someone from so far in his past in the elevator he took to work every day. She was a wildcard in school and they had been the best of friends. He smiled widely at the memory and shyly tucked his hands in his pockets, suddenly all too aware that they hadn’t seen each other in years. “I—I.. What are you doing here?” @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

"Marc!" The reservations all melted as she immediately put down her coffee and book and went and hugged him, "AWWWW! BUDDY! ITS BEEN SO LONG!" Omid was so happy, she was on air. Meeting one of her best friends from her BA degree, here?! She was so happy! "I have so much to tell you! I wished we stayed in touch more!" Oh yes I work here now! Two weeks baby! I am a researcher!" Omid definitely was much different with her close friends. @💛Shay-Bae💛

He couldn’t have smiled wider when she sat her things down to hug him. He wrapped his arms around her and couldn’t stop the initial reflex of picking her off the ground to swing her in a circle. The one simple action threw him back several years in the past and he suddenly felt twenty-one again. He sat her back onto the floor and nodded when she stated her position. “A researcher?! That’s great! You must be one of the ‘new-hires’ that I have to brief today. I really think you’ll love it here. If I remember anything from our college days, it’s that you will fit in great.” He looked back up at the floor levels and then down to her as he tried to ask her about her life. It had been so long that he couldn’t quite remember where she was when they stopped talking all together. “Well, tell me! How are things? Do you live around here? Are you still with… Celia?” @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

"Ahahahahaha!" Omid smiled as she was twirled around and she was thinking she too was in her 20s again. Hanging out with Marc, smoking weed and also drinking alcohol — looking at the stars in the middle of the Nevada desert at night on a long RV. On the top of a bunker they had and just talking about how so many things. Telling him how she thinks she was more lesbian than anything. Feeling confused. Telling her semi-conservative family and having support but some spats on it. Talking about the girlfriends he had had and how things were going with some of them. It always surprised her when he broke up with some of them. Seemingly waiting for someone else. "I bet! I am so happy you will be showing me around!" Omid was very happy — Until, he asked about the failed marriage. "I divorced Celia. Last year in fact. She moved on. With Diana, of all people, can you believe it, Marc! She was cheating on me with my best friend?! And, left our marriage of ten years to be with her!" In front of Marc, she could be wild and untamed as she wanted. Never had to pretend to be polite and anything else. She could be who she was and he always seemed to accept and welcomed by it. This certainty,she wished she still had with him. @💛Shay-Bae💛

His face dropped when Omid talked about her divorce. He froze for a moment and found himself looking down at the floor and feeling awful. “Omid.. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know...” If she looked sad in any way, he would offer his arms up to her for a hug. If she she seemed okay enough to not need comfort, he would simply look at her and try to push his empathy away while changing the subject. Finally, the elevator dinged and opened up to the floor where they would be spending their day. Clearing his throat, he gave her a small smile before making his way out of the elevator. It was wonderful to see her, but as soon as he stepped onto their work floor, he took on a more professional look and feel. He turned back to her to say one last thing, walking backwards as he did so before he made his way to his office. “We’ll… catch up later! Maybe we can grab some Thai?” No matter her answer, he would give her a smile and disappear around the cubicles to his office where his phone would ring again. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

There was no need to second guess anything. It was as if their routines were coming back again. Omid went into his arms for the hug. She needed the comfort of a friend, an old friend who did not think she was a failure at relationships. She just wanted to be happy and secure in knowing she would be judged less. In the expanse of his arms, she cried a bit. How could she not? There was safety in him and also the knowledge of non-judgment. Without words, she cried a bit and then wiped her tears. "I am sorry, but Celia choosing Diana, just made me fucked up you know. Reba said that it was okay, but I don't know." Reba was Omid's very political lesbian friend. She was a femme and usually dating very butch girls. She was what many called an older styled lesbian, who enjoyed a more handsome, masculine woman. She always felt that Diana and Omid were good friends because of somewhat of their masc nature. Though, she also ranged Diana as more masculine than Omid. Stating that a femme like Celia, may favour greater with the handsome Diana than the pretty Omid. That answer made Omid ignore Reba for a week. When the elevator doors opened, Omid wished they had stayed close. It took her a while to realise how so many of her friends were women who were also friends with Diana and Celia. How she had hardly any friends outside of them. That she had spent almost ten years of herself accommodating to the fragile, but hot tempered Celia who was 5'4 to her 5'11 and needed her constant attention and care. She was feeling like a loser. What did Diana possess she did not? Was Diana better in bed? Career-wise Diana did make more money. Celia and she did have an attraction. Omid just felt deeply confused. She did not know where and how she went wrong. It had been a struggle being a lesbian couple and then marrying, but she made it work as much as she could. Omid just nodded to Marc's offer of Thai. This was her chance to reclaim her life and even her old life which centred less on Celia and more on herself. She was eager to get reacquainted with Marc again. Catch up with him and talk things with him. There was obviously so much to talk about. So much to do, with herself. First was being friends with Marc again. @💛Shay-Bae💛

What an unexpected reunion. He rushed into his office to answer his phone, locking the door and flipping some of the blinds that now blocked his view of the cubicles. His soon-to-be ex girlfriend continued her screaming, reprimanding him for things that were out of his control and even for such trivial things that should’ve never been brought up. He rolled his eyes and leaned his palm on his desk as she told him it wasn’t working out and that she would have all of her stuff cleared out of his place by the end of the day. She didn’t live with him, but she did have a few necessities over there that she needed for when she stayed the night. She hung up on him without hearing him out, leaving him single, flabbergasted and exasperated. They had been fighting on and off for a long while now and he was a little relieved to see it finally ended, but it still hand him falling into his chair with a loud sigh. He still had a lot to do throughout the day and would have time to figure out his personal life after work. The work day seemed to fly by. He didn’t see Omid again until their meeting, but even then he didn’t get a chance to talk to her properly. When the sun started to set and he had finished his orders for the day, he made his way towards the elevator with a long sigh. He had 28 text messages from his now ex that had gone unanswered, along with 6 missed calls. He clicked the button for the elevator and stepped in, attempting to catch up on it all. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Throughout the day, Omid felt like a little wreck of nerves. Meeting Marc again bought some pleasant but also unpleasant memories. He had known Diana a bit; he had once given a subtle warning that she resembled a snake in the grass. It was silly then; now, she felt like a fucking idiot not listening to him. Not listening to him had cost her her marriage. Well, she thought so...well, it was hard to also deduce Celia. She had always thought Celia had been the one. They had many, well mostly good times together. Omid did not understand why Celia chose Diana over her. Was it a cultural thing? She wondered. Though Celia had always appreciated their differences. Still, in the meeting with Marc she felt confident. There was no nepotism there. Marc had a good eye for business since their college and university days, where he could efficiently run things and make bucks for them to spend elsewhere. The road trips had always been mutual labours of love. They had a tendency to just uproot and go to various places when they felt like it. Terribly, Omid realised how much she had missed it. The way life could slowly and delicious unravel and she would be out there with Marc. Whenever they were stressed, they unwinded in this manner. The open road a form of nomadic home, the stars their ancestral siblings and the light of fireflies the transmutation of their domestic alchemy. They needed to get away and know that life was not like set in concrete. That there were ways in which they could fashion ways to live and love and savour without feeling that they were hermetically sealed like some cartons of milk, ready to expire at the short notice. Like curdles of spoiled milk; they resisted packaging in many ways. Once her relationship with Celia deepened, such ritualistic trips were halved. Celia did not like the outdoors, nor did she like the closeness of Marc and Omid. She felt their eyes spoke secret glyphs of a language, which was strange between a seemingly straight man

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and Sapphic woman. Omid was pleased that Marc never pressured her for the proximities and intimacies of yore. He got it and understood that she needed to prioritise her relationship and eventual engagement with Celia. It was the way Marc understood that made her love him more as a best friend. He had always understood without reasons or justification. She missed that. She hated explaining things all the times to Diana and Celia. Hated how anything she said could be twisted words for a later jab. She wondered upon it; wondered what signs she missed with Diana. Well, there may have been red flags she had conveniently ignored. Like that one time, they had gone to a group date and Diana kept on sizing up her new fling with Celia. The other woman, whose name Omid kept forgetting, eyed Omid in a 'suck to be you' look. Though showed poison fire to Celia as if she was Medusa and Celia's laugh would end all of her reign as the symbol of affection in Diana's heart. If Celia had been Artemis, then Diana had been Athena. Like Athena, she came out of Zeus's head armed and stole her the Woodland Goddess of the Forest. She wondered who she was then; she could not be Aphrodite for Venus hardly lost lovers. She pondered on it, as such symbolism and imagery helped her make sense of the world. She had once thought she was well, one of the Furies, not fully a noted God. She could not be the Delphian Oracle so she wondered what she could be. She had been...albeit reluctantly a Dryad in the Forest of Artemis Celia. Now, as Celia The Artemis had gone away with Diana The Athena, well she would be able to reclaim her identity. Perhaps, she was the Poet Sappho in all of this, and this company would be her Lesbos? Maybe...she had hoped then she would fine The Apple then. Though maybe it was time for her to consider perhaps she was not lesbian. She had always known she had been pansexual. Though, she had to hide much of it as her friends were mostly Sapphic.

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The sort of crowds she hung out with mostly lesbian and so she did not know how to tell them she also liked Non Binary People and men. NBs were somewhat appreciated though she was seeing signs of reluctance in accepting many other kinds of people. Well, as she got into the elevator with Said's book, she wondered on it. "Hey Marc." She says this absentmindedly. Then she goes, "Oh Marc! Hey!" The excitement and happiness in her face radiated, "So glad we could meet again in the elevator! What are your plans for tonight? Some hot girlfriend waiting for ya?" Marc had hardly ever been single, so, she had a feeling he was dating. He had always been a handsome and kind man, when many people consider aesthetic poisoning the well of kindness: "I hope I am not interrupting? I am having fun though. Today was a good day. Well, at least a stable day with all my divorce and crap going on. How was yours?" Though he had a look about him, "Hey, are things okay?" She had been too excited seeing him to not fully see he had some frowns on his face. @💛Shay-Bae💛

The sudden excitement that greeted him in the elevator gave him a bit of a start. He jumped a bit before a large smile came across his face. “Hey, Omid.” He listened to her ramble on about her day, tucking the phone away in his pocket until she asked him about his girlfriend. His teeth came together, causing his genuine smile to fade to a faux one. ‘Hey, are things okay?’ “Umm. No? Not really.” He chuckled, looking down at the floor. “My girlfriend and I just broke up actually.. Like.. this morning.” He gave her a closed mouth smile as he crossed his arms and leaned against the elevator wall. He felt bad about the situation, but it couldn’t exactly be helped. Not wanting to bring down the mood, he took a deep breath and smiled widely at the elevator door. “On the bright side, I don’t have plans now.” He laughed, looking back at his old friend. “What about you? Any plans? I bet I could wrangle us a van and take a road trip like the good old days if not.” He teased, stifling a laugh. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Omid felt bad for Marc — he seemed open to romance and love but was becoming clearly unlucky concerning it. She remembered when she started dating Celia; how Marc would come in with some different girls. Omid did not think those young women really deserved Marc. They just seemed interested in him in a future of wealth and luxury. They also held him to such high expectations. She could see that he was frustrated. She could not blame him at all. It is completely frustrating when someone is giving their seeming all somewhere and like the other person seems to take and take and not give anything back. Despite, this getting her into hot water, she told the younger man. "Marc, maybe it is time you finally date people in your league. You are too nice and you date people under it. You have always been someone who cared deeply about others. Regardless what they did and who they were." Omid phrased it delicately, even if she was being blunt, there was no need to seem classist, ablest and cruel, "I think you need to think that if this woman actually gets you. Understands your aims and visions." Omid sighed, playing with a strand of her hair, "You know. Whe I fell in love with Celia there were things that you know, I overlooked a lot about her. Even with Diana, as my best friend. You can say I was so intoxicated by love and being so blindly loyal to Diana. All of this started to bite me in the ass." There was a pain in her and he would notice it. "Celia sometimes found me to be a bit too hard to manage. She knew I had mixed ancestries and roots. She knew who and what I was when she started dating me. I never hid things from her. I told her, how, coming from a family with Middle Eastern lineage, it is perhaps harder from them to get I am Sapphic." Omid tried her best not to cry. "Though there were comments here and there that really hurt me. When strangers do it, you can ignore it, when you Wife does it, someone you share life, money and a bed with. How

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do you quickly recover from the shock of those things?" She took a sigh in, to breathe, "I should have known something was up. I was lenient on an intolerance and a disrespect I should have pointed out was a hypocrisy. Diana was the same." She took in a breath and steadied herself, "What I am saying is...Marc, people who love you, they do not need to always get you. In the sense, we are humans and have limitations. However, they should get you are always vulnerable with them. That you are trying to get them in a space of trust and intimacy." When Marc said about the lack of plans. "You know. It's gonna be a long weekend due to that bank holiday. You know what? Let's do it. Just go on a vacation. Just the two of us." On about the van, the road trip, Omid smiles, "Sounds Perfect." She was looking giddy with joy, "Let us do it! Let's go away together!" @💛Shay-Bae💛

Marc listened intently to Omid explain how she thought he was dating under himself If and go back into her relationship with Celia. He felt so bad for the woman. She didn’t deserve everything that had been thrown at her and it only made him want to wrap his arms around her like he used to. When she brought up actually getting a van and traveling, his eyes went a little wide as an excited smile began to form. “Wait, what? I was just kidding. Really?? You—you really want to go away for the weekend?” It was then that the elevator dinged and open back into the parking garage. He was too stunned to move right away, but he did manage to pull himself together as he stepped out of the elevator, not taking his eyes off his best friend. “Okay.. umm… we won’t be able to leave until tomorrow though. All the rental places are closed and I don’t know what I’m walking into at home. All of my stuff could be thrown out into the yard and on fire for all I know.” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked around at all the parked cars, plotting the next few hours in his head to figure out what he was going to do. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

"Well, I do not mind going and checking out if your girlfriend did throw your things away." Omid was happy to help Marc out, "Then I have a friend. He can hook us with a van, tonight, if need be. We should forget everything else. Just savour what we did in our youth. So, what you say Marc?" @💛Shay-Bae💛

Marc’s cheeks turned a faint shade of pink then. He didn’t want Omid to witness the atrocity that was likely his home. It embarrassed him that he had been with someone who was so unwell that that would be their solution, but when she mentioned getting a van, he turned back to her with a faint grin. “How about this. I’ll run home and get what I can, you go home, pack and get the van. We can meet back here unless it’s a long drive? If so, we can meet somewhere else and I’ll take over the driving. We can go anywhere you want.” He smiled as they reached his silver convertible Solara. He leaned against its bumper while he waited for Omid to decide, hoping his plan would work so that she didn’t have to see the state his house was in. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

"What are you trying to hide from me?" Omid says it as casually as if she was asking him if he had his tea. "There is something here. Trust me, Marc, I hate prying. However, this is something I cannot leave on. I know myself to know I will dwell on it. Something is wrong. Are you afraid, I will judge you for something?" It was as if she knew him as she knew the palms of her hands, the type of her blood and the strands of her hair. She could feel him in her blood as intimately pulsing in her heart. People had joked once they were born from the same rib. An evocation of both religion and mysticism. However, she had not known it has still survived in the stretches of time. It surprised her with both a fascination and a relief. To know him as he was on her wings and she was still flying with him, even after all this time. She could see it; he was afraid and nervous. She knew him better than most. She had known him so well, it had made Celia and her had fights many a nights, with tears, hugs and consolation. It was with certainty as a dawn shines on the day and the waves crashes on the bedrocks on the shore, and the choral thrives with the ocean channels, that she knew him better than even her ex-wife. Celia had hid so many things, yet Omid, in hindsight and retrospect, had the madness of love with her, yet lacked some of its methods. She did not always feel or intuit or think she knew her as closely as she knew Marc. For Marc, had always responded to her, with honesty and truth. Even when he was fallible and unsure, hesitant and not dominant, sans confidence, obscured from the sense of leadership he carried with him in public. Omid, the eternal nerd, and him, the eternal CEO — yet, with her, he changed as easily as twilight colours. He had no barriers from her. She saw him almost as if she could see the naked sun. For she was the moon in the same sky. In always variations, yet knew him enough to share the light of one another. Jostled in beams and sweet

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paradises of the cosmos. They knew the other as the tapestries of drawings of astrolabes and compasses. Their communication, a communion in a secret garden, walled off from the world of human civilisation, yet opened to the wilderness. The madness and failures and victories and lights of life winded into them, as if they shared the same spine. The way they met each other, with their red string of Fate, some people would understandably wonder, why they were not twain by the root of it all. @💛Shay-Bae💛

He shoved his hands into his pockets as Omid began questioning him. If she wanted to know, he wasn’t going to lie to her, even if he didn’t necessarily want to talk about it. He breathed a deep sigh as he stared at the woman who knew him better than any other human on the planet. Her eyes were sincere and he knew her heart was in the right place. “Omid, I’m not afraid that you’ll judge me. It’s just that… You just walked back into my life and I’d like to at least start this chapter a little better than you walking into a dramatic display of a jealous girlfriend.” His eyebrows quirked at her as his tongue came out to wet his lips. His crystal eyes never moved from hers as he stood there against his car, thinking of all the good memories they had shared. “If you have questions, I don’t mind answering them, but how about we get on the road and find a campsite first. Then, I promise, we can spend the night crying about our lives just like we use to.” ^He laughed at his own words, until he realized she hadn’t made any advancement to a car if her own. Did she have one? Did she need a ride? Is that why she was so adamant about him taking her to his house?* “Unless… you need a ride?” @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

"Why is your girlfriend jealous Marc?" There was a bit of a judgmental tone from Omid, like she knew something else was up, "Why do we not stop beating around the bush? I know you are never a cheat. However, you seem to want jealous girlfriends. Since I know you. It is like their jealousy compensates your need to be wanted. And then, you get pissed at, them acting the reasons you wanted to be with them." Omid sighed, "Marc, you should not make the same mistakes I did. I ignored much of Celia's red flags because I wanted to be accepted, be part of the Sapphic/lesbian community and just thrive and be gay. However, it is not always easy as that. Now, we BOTH know this." "Yeah I do need a ride as Diana and Celia kept the car." Omid looked angry as she said. She had bought the car with Celia. Diana was always commenting on it and as down payments were made mostly with Celia's accounts, she had more evidentiary leverage to use. A tricky ass lawyer who made the argument that as most payments were seemingly, on paper, made from Celia's account (no matter who provided her that money for good credit and fiscal relations with the bank), Celia should keep it. Seeing Diana driving her car one day, at a stop, made her throw her coffee cup at the car and run. Diana came out and screamed and said: "REALLY! OMID?!" They did not press charges as there was really no evidence and the CCTV footage just saw her running away, her back as she angled it specifically to miss detection. Not her proudest moment. @💛Shay-Bae💛

Marc listened to Omid’s questions with a bit of a confused expression. He started thinking on his past and realized that a lot of the girls he dated in school were jealous, but it was because either they were usually cheating and looking for an excuse to dump him or it was because of Omid. He held his hands up for to try and get her to stop after she mentioned needing a ride, casting a confused glance towards her. “No, it’s nothing like that. This girl and I hadn’t even been together that long. She’s… upset because of my work ethic. I’m rarely home and when I am I’m still working. I really don’t blame her.” He gave her a bit of a sincere smile then. “Come on. Get in the car. If you really want to come around the house, I don’t mind. Let me grab what I can and then we’ll go get this van from your ‘friend’.” He teased. He walked around to the passenger door and opened it for he, waiting until she was fully inside before closing it. Then, he walked around to the drivers side and hopped in. Starting the car, he pulled out of the parking garage and into the city, attempting to get on the highway as he spoke. “So, how has life been since high school? Anything new aside from Ceila?” He hated to keep bringing it up. He didn’t want her to be down on herself or even think about that woman. Especially considering how perfect she was. He couldn’t believe that Ceila would let her go and as he thought it, he couldn’t stop what he said next from flying out. “Personally, I think she’s crazy. I wouldn’t have left you for anyone.” @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

"Well, I always knew. Your workaholic self would get you into trouble." Omid chuckled then stopped herself, "Sorry, that seems mean of me. I am just saying. Maybe you need to be with someone as ambitious as you, Marc." This is what she really thought. Marc always seemed to choose girls who hardly hardly had 1/8th of his entire passionate drive. She was getting worried. "You cannot just date someone who looks 'good on paper'. Trust me, I been there." "I know we just met again. And, this is not really my place to say things." Omid did feel like she was overstepping a bit, "I think. You are duped by some of those guy friends you hang out with. They always say marry the feminine, homey types. And, yes, Celia was kinda one of them too. I had the same problem, being gay and all." The irony of it did not pass her, "We just think they would be awesome but they turn out to hate us for having aspirations aside bringing home the bread and all of that." As they got in the car, Omid instinctively, touched his hand, "I think you are a visionary, Marc. Time to spread your wings and find your revolutionary soldier girl." She meant it and smiled at him. She wanted him to be happy, being with someone who was hi s equal in many ways. She should know, she and Celia had not have been equals. They looked good on paper, seemingly to balance the other out. It turned out to be such bullshit. "In retrospect, I think, Celia and Diana deserve one another. I was a fool to think that I could just change parts of myself and join some life so, well, almost parasitically attached to my girlfriend's." Omid answered his question, she looked down on her lap, fiddling with the strap on her seatbelt, "You know. I am kind of like you. I had so many dreams and Celia always chastised me for having them. There were times, I do not think she was angry I worked a lot, but just pissed I seemed to be better off." “Personally, I think she’s crazy. I wouldn’t have left you for anyone.” When he said

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that, she closed her eyes. One of her best friends in high school, Lydia, whom she was reconnecting with, said something similar one day. Lydia had warned her Celia was no good — she thought, Lydia had been too, well, boy-crazy and the like. Jokes on her, Lydia is still married to her high school sweetheart, Teddy, and they have four wonderful kids and also Lydia's older kid with the aspiring football player, Tony. Tony had died from a sudden heart attack on the playing field when Lydia had been pregnant at around seventeen. She had her kid and came back to finish high school and met Teddy. Lydia had always been snubbed by Celia, for God's sake she knew, not being their type. Well, Celia hardly liked hanging out with her friends and sometimes act like her friends were all too average to spend to time with. Lydia had warned Omid, that Celia would be the sort of wife, who would have been happy to use her as much as possible to get ahead. With clout and affection and never really invest much in anything. Would take all her sacrifices and then act like Omid had to make sacrifices for her. She also warned Omid about Diana, saying that one seemed like some envious snake in the grass. One day, when Omid had gone to see her newly born, around two years ago, Lydia has said that Marc and she would have been a better choice. Speaking of his unbiased and unwavering loyalty to her. Omid being almost an epicentre in Marc's world. Due to him having so many girlfriends, she never had even thought this possibility. "I mean. You never asked me. You always had some other girl." Omid did not know WHY she had said this, though, she just felt bad and wanted to say it. "I do not know if you even wanted me in the first place." Stop, Omid, Stop, "She may be crazy. Though, she still gave us a shot. Why didn't you? You could have told me something...I...I am sorry...." Omid wiped tears, "Forget I said anything." @💛Shay-Bae💛

She was right. A lot of what she said hit him in his core and he really didn’t want to admit it. He did always go for the pretty girls, but when it came down to it, work was always put before the relationship. Was it because he was ambitious, or just because he was bored? He took a deep breath as she went on about Ceila and Diana, feeling for the girl more and more as she spoke. It wasn’t until his unfiltered sentence slipped from his mind that he felt the atmosphere in the car change. Her tone shifted and she suddenly acted like it was all his fault they weren’t together. “I didn’t ask you because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship and then when you went all out in your sapphic community… Why would I ask you after that?” He could feel his hands tightening on the wheel for a moment. He didn’t think he had a shot. Why would he have asked someone who was clearly not interested in men? It was then that he noticed her face was a bit wet under her eyes and he let out a deep sigh. “I’m sorry, Omid. I… I didn’t mean that. It’s just… I never thought it would turn out well for me and we have always been really good friends. If I would’ve known that I had a chance, maybe things would be different.” He continued the drive on the highway until he came up on his exit, turning to get on the off-ramp to bring them closer to his house. They were still a good ten minutes away, but he was starting to realize if he couldn’t handle the ride home with her, there was going to be no way he could handle a vacation with her. “Look, Omid. I’m sorry.” @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

"Stop The car, Marc." Tears of pain and humiliation, were coming down, "Just stop the car. I want out. Or else I am opening this fucking door." Omid was breathing hard witth rage and she wanted outt of the car, "And if you do not want me out. Then stop by that side over there,. NOW" @💛Shay-Bae💛

Marc’s brows furrowed in slight confusion at her sudden outburst. He knew she was an emotional person, but she had very rarely reacted that way with him. He pulled off to the side of the road, but as soon as he put the car in park, he turned to face her. “Omid, wait. Don’t do anything rash. I said I was sorry.” He tried to explain himself, to not lose the only relationship that meant anything to him in his life, but he wasn’t sure they were salvageable… @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

"Yeah, and it is not my fault. I...I wanted you..." Omid started crying with rage, "But you always went after the sexier girls. What was I supposed to do? Wait for you? Become an old maid. Celia asked me. She had the tits to ask me! YOU JERK" And in a flash she straddled his lap and kissed him. She literally took off her seatbelt and kissed him. Deeply, pushing in tongue. She savoured his mouth, "Marc.." She softly moaned out. She was not going to stop anytime soon. She sucked on his tongue, she moaned softly. She grounded her hips on his and made sure their crotches got friction. She needed him in her life. Fuck, she wanted him so fucking badly. "Marc...I am sorry" She nuzzled noses and foreheads with him, "I am so sorry..." @💛Shay-Bae💛

She interrupted his sentence and he tried his best not to tell her she was crazy. His bright blue eyes stared directly at her and faltered a bit when she said she had wanted him. He froze for a moment and stared at her in bewilderment. “Wait.. Wh—“ She jumped over the center console and came to sit in his lap, her lips finding his instantly. His hands came up in the air as she kissed him, her lips gliding across his in a fevered rage. Her tongue slid in to meet his and his hands slowly came down to her thighs. He leaned into the kiss and pulled her hips against his as his name tumbled out of her mouth. It caused a heated groan to pour into her mouth before she apologized. ‘Marc… I’m sorry… I am so sorry.’ He nuzzled her nose with his as she spoke, his lips magnetically trying to reconnect with hers. His hands came up to pull gently at her jawline as he whispered against her lips. “Omid… shut up.” He pressed his lips against hers again and pushed himself a bit forward to close the distance between them. His hands came down to her sides while he deepened the kiss. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

She wanted to apologise again but him telling her to 'shut up' made her giggle. Omid started kissing him deeper, her tongue was allowing him to conquer her mouth as she laid siege and empire to his. Omid just moaned in his mouth. "Oh, God, yes..." She was really getting so wet as she rubbed on his crotch with hers. Slowly, she unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. The slowly, unlatched her bra. The night hummed quietly with crickets chirping to create ambient sound. There were no other cars and the place had some trees around as a form of natural cover. Her breasts, those soft Ds, that were wonderfully big but not too much, slipped out. Omid made Marc touch them. The sweetness of her dark pinkish-brown nipples as it coated strawberries with chocolates, appeared in the low light. She blushed, "Do you..." She looked away hesitant and so out of her usual confidence. A maiden like shyness descended her as the sweet mists that come with the night rain, the serein as it were called. "Do you like them, Marc? I did wonder you know." A soft kiss on his lips. "If you ever visualised me nude. Perched out on your body." She licked his neck, "Savouring your muscles. Did you ever go home and touch yourself, seeing me in sexy clothes? I know I did one or twice." She rubbed her breasts on him a bit and moaned. @💛Shay-Bae💛

The way her tongue moved against his was something he had never felt before. Maybe it was the deep love for each other they had carried all their life or maybe it was because he had never dated a girl like her before, but whatever the reason, she had his hands running up her sides to grasp her tightly before pulling her roughly against his jeans. ‘Oh, God, yes…’ He could feel her tugging at her own shirt as their kiss broke for her to strip off the clothes above her waist. The cool breeze that drifted over the convertible was enough to erect her nipples and the soft glow of the moonlight illuminated her entire frame for him. He was hesitant as his eyes trailed over her form, but shyly turned back up to her eyes. She was gorgeous and for a moment he found himself wondering why he never did ask her to be with him. It wasn’t that he was a prude or shy about sex, it was just the fact that it was his best friend in the entire world who also happened to be a lesbian. When she moved his hand up to touch her chest, his breath hitched and he couldn’t help the small chuckle that came from him. ‘Do you… Do you like them, Marc?’ He could feel the heat from his blush radiate through his face when she asked him if he liked her breasts, luckily she kissed him quick enough that he could hide it a bit. Her sultry words made his lungs freeze in his chest as she licked his neck and rubbed her chest against him.

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. ‘Did you ever go home and touch yourself, seeing me in sexy clothes? I know I did once or twice.’ His eyes widened a bit as he locked eyes with her. His brows had furrowed the slightest amount in confusion as his lips parted to say words that refused to come out. He cleared his throat and averted his gaze, bringing his eyes to her collarbone instead while his hands wrapped around to her back and slowly cascaded down her form. “Omid… ahem… I… I may have had a stray fantasy or two about you, but I never knew… Why didn’t you tell me? All this time I thought you… I just didn’t think I had a chance.” His crystal eyes looked back up at hers and found his grounding. She always knew how to calm him down, even if she was the one person who could make him so nervous he shut down. She always knew what to say and when she didn’t he was that rock for her, but as he sat there in his car that was exposed to the elements with his best friend half naked in his lap, he was at a complete loss. All he knew was that he loved that girl with every fiber of his being and if he was going to be with her, he was going to do it right. His breathing started to increase in pace just a bit as he built up the courage to look directly in her eyes and ask his question while his hands held onto her hips for dear life. “This… isn’t a rebound is it, because I can’t… I can’t let myself have these feelings for you if I’m not what you want.” @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Omid softly sobbed, "No Marc...It's not...I am sorry. I know...I tried to be...lesbian enough. I just always knew I was a bit pansexual." She blushed and sobbed, "I was ashamed. When I wanted to tell Celia, she barked at me...and said I was going to leave her. Yes, its ironic. I love you, Marc. I am so sorry..." Tears streamed down, "I want something with you. I do not want to be empty. I want a life with my Marc." Omid was realising how much she did LOVE Marc. "I am sorry, Marc...I feel like a fool. I should have ended up with you." Her dark brown eyes, full of tears, innocent and sweet for him looked up at him. Cuddling closer, feeling her Marc could protect her from anything. @💛Shay-Bae💛

He immediately felt awful when she started crying. It wasn’t his intention to cause her to cry so much in one night, especially when she mostly exposed to anyone who drove by them on the shoulder of the secluded road. As she spoke, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest, listening to her broken words as he ran a hand down her hair. ‘I do not want to be empty. I want a life with my Marc.’ The very idea made his heart lurch out of his chest. She apologized and told him she loved him and in that moment, he felt every memory they shared together rush back into his mind. They had been what he thought was ‘platonically’ in love all their life. She was always there and when she needed something, anything, he always came running. He tightened his grip around her when she looked up into his eyes, her dark eyes full of regretful tears. “It’s okay, sweetheart. We’re here now.” He brought his hands up to wipe her tears away with his thumbs, his fingertips lightly hooking under her jaw. He pulled her in for another soft and welcoming kiss before he broke their lip lock to hug her again. “Don’t be ashamed… I’ve loved you my whole life, Omid and that’s not changing now.” He leaned back a bit and pulled her lips back to his, loving the feeling of her plump lips against his. It felt right, like she belonged exactly where she was and while the setting wasn’t the best, he didn’t care as long as he was with her. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

When he called her 'sweetheart' she sobbed. The cadence of his voice when he called her that. There truly was no equal to it. No other man or woman could call her sweetheart with a sweetness of the tongue. Yes, they were in many ways, fated to be and that was alright. It did not matter he had been with many girls, and well, so did she, with some cute girls. What mattered now most to her, was a life with her best friend. Someone who always loved her and she had always loved him. "You love me too?" Hearing his confession of lifelong love, made her cry some more, softly, but she also smiled so wide. It was obvious what happiness she felt. What lark! What plunge! She knew this was the way she was feeling. Only Marc, with the excitement, protection and adventure he brought, and she too, allowing him to be his most vulnerable self. She was so happy just hearing him say those words. "I do not think I will ever tire of you you calling me sweetheart." As she kissed again, she slowly sucked his tongue and made him feel good and warm. By cuddling into him, making him a feel a peace he needed to feel and she knew this is the way he wanted him to feel. This was the way she always wanted him to feel, enveloped in her arms and understanding how much she scared for him. Slowly, as they kissed, she took some breaks to just wear her shirt back. "Let us go back to your house." Omid caressed Marc's face. @💛Shay-Bae💛

The roller coaster of emotions he felt and watched in those few moments was something he didn’t expect. He had smiled and nodded when she asked if he loved her, but melted entirely when she gushed about him calling her ‘sweetheart.’ The way she kissed him made his hips press up into hers, causing his jeans and her pants to grind against each other, only to feel her shirt coming back over her voluptuous chest. He let out his breath in a huff as she tore her lips away from his, the taste of her still lingering there as his bright eyes found hers. ‘Let is go back to your house.’ He let his head fall back to his seat as he reluctantly tried to assist her in getting back on her side of the car. Once she was seated, he shook the images from his mind and put the car in drive. His house wasn’t far from where they had pulled over and as they entered the driveway, he noticed that nothing seemed too out of place. His clothes weren’t scattered on the lawn, the house wasn’t on fire and there wasn’t even a single light on. He was shocked as he parked the car, getting out to walk around and let Omid out before shutting her door as well. “Well, I have to admit, I was expecting worse.” He led the way into his house, inspecting the living room, dinning room and kitchen first and was shocked to see nothing was disturbed. He noticed a few of his exes things were missing, but she hadn’t completely trashed his house like he thought she would. He tossed his keys onto a nearby end table as he walked to inspect the fridge and then the cabinets. “Hmm.. Well, let me go and pack up. I’ll be right back.” Unless she would stop him, he would rush down the hallways to his bedroom and start loading up a suitcase. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

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Omid kissed his cheek, "Don't worry, My Marc. I promise...I will give you a good time." She happily held his hand as he was shifting gears. She was grinning a bit like some idiot. How could she not? There was a way in which Marc had made her feel seen, heard and appreciated. So, she was so secure with him. She almost bit her lips as she had felt his hips press against hers. It was deliciously good. As they arrived as his house, she braced herself and also held his hand. Omid knew Marc was naturally nervous on what was happening in his house. To see it intact, also made her breathe a sigh of relief. She was just so happy none of his stuff had been ruined. Well, not much what they could see: "As we are leaving for a few days..." She saw the house closer and now could see he lived in some mansion, "Yeah you definitely have security. So, maybe you should tell them you are going away and like lock all doors." As Marc went into the house to investigate she also seemed to think most of his things, well, they looked okay. Nothing looked out of place or badly damaged. She wondered if Marc had been unjustly afraid? No, she was wondering if he had assessed correctly and went about looking. "Yes, you go grab a suitcase. I want to look around." It was then she was noticing some sort of movement. In the back in one of the storage closets. Before she could properly open it a woman came screaming at her with a knife. "MARC! HELP!" Omid started running as a pretty blonde woman started chasing her all over the kitchen, "MARC! MARC! HELP! HELP!" @💛Shay-Bae💛

Marc laughed at her insinuation that he had security guards. He did plan to lock all the doors and make sure his stuff would be safe while they were away, but he didn’t have anything important enough to warrant security. When she said she was going to have a look around, he nodded as he made his way back to his bedroom. Grabbing a suitcase, he started piling his clothes into it when he heard a bone-chilling scream. He dashed from the room and came into the kitchen to see his ex chasing Omid around with a knife, dancing around the kitchen island. “KRISTA!” His voice boomed from the hallway as he rushed the woman, wrapping his arm around her chest to pin down her arms and used the other to twist her wrist until the blade fell to the floor. He kept his arms around her torso until her breathing slowly started to settle, her bright blue eyes glaring into Omid’s. ‘WHO IS THIS WHORE, MARC?!’ “Okay.” He lifted her up off the floor to turn her towards the front door. He didn’t want to let her go in case she ran back to attack Omid, therefore, he moved her to the front door, opened the door and pushed her outside it. He closed it behind him and walked out with his hands in his pockets while boring holes into her. “What are you doing, Krista? Why are you still here? You were suppose to be gone hours ago and that woman in there is my best friend. So, please. Get the fuck out of here.” @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

As soon as Marc got her out. she went and hugged him from behind, crying. She had got so frightened. "Marc, I knew it had to be her so I was...frightened..." She was clearly terrified by what had happened as she clung to Marc. Omid was not letting him go, not with his psycho ex around. "Are you sure....?" Omid asked quietly, "She cannot, get in somehow? She looked frenzied, Marc. I am worried about you." @💛Shay-Bae💛

Marc watched as Krista’s face turned soft and the tears began to fall. She had been acting crazy and she knew it, but seeing another woman in the house sent her over the edge. She knew there was nothing she could say to rectify anything and nodded as she turned to walk towards the car that was still parked in the garage. He kept an eye on her as she pulled out and drove away, leaving a trail of dust from the gravel in her wake. He shook his head and immediately ran back inside to check on Omid when her arms came flying around him. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. There really isn’t anything to worry about. She is gone and once I get packed, we will be too.” He held Omid in a tight embrace as he ran a hand through her hair. He still needed to pack, but after that display, he didn’t want to leave Omid alone. His hand slipped down to grab her hand as he led her back into the bedroom where he could finish packing his things. “I’m really sorry about that. I don’t know what got into her…” He didn’t know what to say. What should he say to the woman whom he had known all his life when she was attacked by his psychotic ex? He tossed as many clothes into the bag that would fit as he rushed to his bathroom to grab his toiletries he would need. “Alright, I think I have everything important. Everything else we can buy on the road… Are you ready to get out of here?” @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Omid cuddled into his embrace. "I am sorry...I just remembered. The time Celia chased me around with..." She breathed in, "A knife. She also got mad at something." As he led her to the room and she was feeling safe again, she still asked, "Are you sure, she cannot come back? I know we will be away. I just do not want her to suddenly attack you when you least suspect it." "Well, I had a small bag already in my apartment. I will just tell my friend, Danny, she can come and help us get the van." Omid called and texted Danny and she gave heart emojis. "I been kinda living with Danny as a her roommate." Omid felt she had to explain, "Celia and Diana pretty much took most of the things." She hung her head low, a bit ashamed telling her best friend, what had happened. Danny came in around forty minutes later. She winked at Omid, "Wow, Omid. You are with a dude?" She grinned, "Well, my heart is a bit broken." She feigned a death blow, "I mean, this hunk is gonna so win over me." She went and laughed and held Marc's hand, "I give you my blessing. Please take care of her for me." Then turning to Omid, "I got the bag packed for you, some snacks inside. and well the gas all fuelled. No.." She waved her hands as Omid was trying to speak, "Babe, you do not need to pay me back. I was seriously thinking I needed to do something for you. You were like seriously," Looking at Marc and sighing, "Moping around the house. You need to get your wings out. Do not worry. I already called an Uber. Ciao Kids have fun." Omid then looked at Marc, "Well, that was Danny. So, we can go around now." She held his hand, intimately. Well, this was possibly the beginning, of their romantic relationship, under the stars. Like their good old days. It sounded perfect.

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Mark suddenly felt worse than he had before. He didn’t know that Celia had been so aggressive towards Omid and it boiled his blood. He packed his suitcase a little quicker until she asked if Krista could come back. “I mean… She knows where I live, Omid. Sure, she could come back, but I can handle myself.” He was short and had a bit of an annoyed twinge in his voice. How could he have been so out of touch with her that he didn’t know Celia had tried to attack her. Once he had everything packed, he zipped up the suitcase and sat himself down on the bed while she explained her relationship with Danny. Another girl, of course. He tried placing a straight girl in Omid’s situation, seeing her around all those guys and then having to explain how she knew each of them. It bothered him a bit that she had so many girl friends, but he tried his best to shove it down. He only felt that way because she had kissed him and told him she loved him and he knew that. When Omid hung her head, he reached for her hands and pulled her over to him, grabbing her chin in his hand and looking up at her from his seated position on the bed. “I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine what you’ve been through and I’m sorry someone as wonderful as you had to go through that, but I will say it had made you stronger and I still adore you just as much as I have since primary school.” He wanted her to know that nothing she said would turn him away or get to him. There was no reason to be ashamed of her past and if he focused on it, he knew there were some awful relationships in his past too. “How long did she say she would be? Forty minutes? Do you want to watch some tv or something to pass the time? Are you hungry? Tell me what you need, Omid and I’ll get it for you.”

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. He just felt so bad for everything that had happened. She didn’t deserve her divorce or to almost get killed at his place. He wished her life was filled with more happier things and it was in that moment he decided he would do anything to give that to her. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

"Hey Marc..." Omid could sense his irritation, she was not annoyed because what just happened was so stressful. She had no idea how Marc would be feeling. Wrestling a knife out of his ex-girlfriend's arms. For her. He risked his life for her. The tears also came; no one had ever, EVER, done that for her. Marc would have been hurt. Yet, he did not hesitate at all. He just went for it. She went and massaged his shoulders, "I am sorry. I am not trying to annoy you." She kissed his cheek. Omid then went and called Danny. She noticed Marc was frowning, "Danny, is just a friend." She bit her lip. She was still wet from their session in the car. Seeing him jealous, was making her turned on. She wanted them to bite and maul at each other. Claiming the other. Though, she did feel ashamed thinking how traumatised she was. It did not help both Krista and Celia were blonde. When he grabbed her chin, she looked at him. "You do not need to apologise, Marc." She booped his noise. Omid was remembering how caring he was as a person. She smiled at him. So happy to have him in her life. She was happy to know Danny was also pleased and elated she would be going out with someone. Danny had been very worried about her. She had been worried that Omid would stay too much depressed in her room. Well, it was hard to always stay positive after a messy divorce. Losing a best friend when she backstabs you. Her thoughts were interrupted by Marc: "How long did she say she would be? Forty minutes? Do you want to watch some tv or something to pass the time? Are you hungry? Tell me what you need, Omid and I’ll get it for you.” Omid could really only stare at Marc. Not even Celia, well, not even she talked to her like this. Rather, it had been her who always been verbal with affection. Danny had been right. Celia had been a bad wife but she did not always wish to acknowledge it. She had never been treated in this manner. Well, she had limited time even with girls, slept with one man — most

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people tool her for granted. Aside Marc. Marc had never taken her for granted or at face value. "Since primary school. I know we were less closer then. But..." She closed her eyes, as if recreating the scene in her head, "I remember you even fought with another boy. Just so you could sit right next to me." I been a fool. I have my life right in front of me. No other man or woman has valued me like Marc. Omid straddled his lap and took off her shirt again. "There is more light in her. I want you to see everything. Take my panties off, just adore me. Take what is yours. You want to belong completely to you, right, Marc? I wanna see how much you want me. Show me." @💛Shay-Bae💛

He listened to her words, acknowledged everything she said and smiled when she brought up him fighting someone to sit next to her. That was back before either of them realized what love was. All he knew was that she was a special person to him and like hell he was going to let someone else sit next to her. However, before he could properly remember the scene she had come to straddle his lap as she removed the shirt she had been wearing. Her bare chest was exposed to him again, but this time his eyes traced over her skin a little longer than before. His hands ran up her thighs and ended at her hips as he looked up at her with lust in his eyes. ‘Take my panties off, just adore me. Take what is yours. You want me to belongcompletely to you__, right, Marc? I wanna see how much you want me. Show me.’ His mouth was hanging slightly ajar as he held back from kissing her sultry lips. He swallowed hard at her last words before he leaned up to kiss her again. Her lips drew him in, but the motion of her tongue kept him anchored as he run his hands under her thighs to pick her up. He came to stand as he kissed her, placing one knee on the bed before he eased her down into the thick sheets. As soon as her head hit the pillows he pressed into her harder, twisting his tongue around hers in a heated dance while his hands came down to undo her pants. He wouldn’t go so fast as to remove then from her body though. He had wanted her all his life and now that he had her, he was going to take his time. He pulled his lips away from her to bite and suck on her neck, from the base of it clear up to her ear. “Your friend will be here soon, but I’ll do my best. It just means I’ll have to show you just how much I love you later.”

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. His dark voice floated into her ear as his hips pushed her entire body upwards and a sensual groan left his lips. His hands trailed up her stomach and to her chest, giving her breasts a few gently squeezes and grope before he abandoned her neck for her collarbone. Slowly dipping down her body, he pulled her chest into his mouth as his tongue swirled around her hardening nipples with an eagerness that he hadn’t felt in years. He slid his tongue up through her cleavage and back to her neck before he pulled away completely, grabbing the hem of her underwear and pants to pull them off in one slow motion. He admired her figure on his bed, like he had never seen a naked woman before. He was transfixed and his mouth was even watering as he placed his lips on her abdomen to slowly descend to her hip line. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

":MARC!" Omid shuddered, fuck he was so fucking good in bed. She had never though THIS GOOD. The way he was touching her. Madonna's Like a Virgin Played in her head because she had seriously felt she was being touched for the very first time. It had occurred to her that even Celia, usually, gave careless caresses. Well, she had been loving once and when Diana came in, well sex in their bedroom became a memoir and a nostalgia than the realities of a married life. As he eased her down, she was somewhat nervous. This was Marc after all. Someone she had loved for such a long time. And, now, that love was finally becoming realised in so many ways. Omid also noticed he was taking his time. She did not mind this sensuous anticipation. She savoured and revelled in it. For in such a patience, she saw how much he had always valued and treasured her. There as lust her, pure and unadulterated. Though there was a lot of affection here as well. The way he was touching and licking her. When Marc started sucking her breasts, she arched her back. "AHHHH!" SHe was whining, it was very heard to resist how she was feeling. The grabbing of her bosom and this need to taste her skin. Even that sultry lick on her cleavage. All of these feelings just overpowered her so much. She shuddered in this expanse of pleasure that seemed to have no return and only apexes. She was swooning. As he stopped to gaze upon her, she herself found a lump in her throat. She had not imagined her Marc, would her hers, in this way. To give her that irresistible lover's gaze. Her cheeks reddened and she was surrendering to the blush as she felt smitten by his looks. As she went south of her, she slowly opened her legs, all she could feel and do is savour the intensity of everything. Omid softly mewled, feeling the clenching of her muscles. There was an intensity there she had not known she could feel with his lips. Now, she knew, and was soaring with the knowledge. @💛Shay-Bae💛

He made sure to feel her body as he crept closer and closer to her sex. If she tensed or pushed him away in any way, shape or form, he would stop. However, once he reached her hip line, she still hadn’t given him any reason to think she didn’t want him to continue. Just before he went any further, his eyes slowly came up to look at her. “Are you okay?” He just wanted to ask before he went on, worried that she was going to change her mind any minute and push him off her. If she said no, he would crawl back up her body and gently kiss her cheek as he laid next to her. If she said to keep going he would without hesitation, dipping down to push his mouth directly between her legs. His tongue ran over her lower lips before diving in to separate them, the taste of her completely coating his tongue. His eyes instinctively closed as a moan of pleasure overcame him. His hands came up to grope at her thighs as he swirled his tongue around her clit and into her depths more fervently as her body writhed beneath him. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

"Yes do what you want and need Marc. Please, surprise me my Beautiful Stag." Omid moaned out, crying for him. "I love you." She started mewling load when he got her clit. @💛Shay-Bae💛

Her encouragement was all he needed as he brought his tongue up to massage her most sensitive area. His hands departed from her legs to start undoing his belt buckle and jeans as swiftly as he could whilst moaning ecstatically into her sex. She was precious to him and he didn’t want to treat her like any of his other exes. Therefore, instead of flipping her over and plummeting into her as hard as he could, he removed his mouth from her and slowly trailed his lips up her body until he reached her neck. A needy groan left his throat as he freed his shaft and rubbed it along her aching lower lips. “I love you too, Omid.” He whispered into her ear as he slowly pushed himself inside of her, feeling her warmth engulf him immediately while it sent a shutter through his entire body. Grabbing onto her hips he rocked into her sensually, moving her body like a wave against the sheets. “God, you feel so good, Omid…” His voice rose in pitch a bit as he felt the pure love from her wash over him. She was his soulmate and to have this experience with her was everything he could ever dream of. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Though it was true Omid had sex before, it was also true that it was Marc who was treating her as a Goddess. Sex with felt like Siren and she craved and enjoyed; she wished to also impart this with Marc. However, the divine was obscure with her ex-wife. Her wife had wanted sex to be torrentious; as if one ate with this savagry of being starved. Though, the need to connect on a deeper level with love making and sex happened a bit less with Celia. It was because Celia treated sex in very physical terms, at times transactional, a similarity she shared with Alvin, the first guy Omid had dated. Even with Diana, whi thought sex was more an act of being "good" than an act of being pleasured. Marc and she needes sex to also explore and express love. She was feeling it in the way he plunged his cock in her wet and welcoming cunt. They were in a communication: speaking an erotic language with each other. A delicacy of sex in so many permutations. Hearing him confess, made her soar. "Marc...can you go a bit slow..." Omid bit her lip and blushed, "I...I am not used to, a guy's..." she blushed. She was not used to a penis. "You are like my first." The second man she ever was with in her entire life. @💛Shay-Bae💛

‘Marc… Can you go a bit slow?…’ At the request, he did slow his actions a bit. His rocking became slower and more steady as his shaft easily filled herself up. Her walls were slick with excitement and the deeper he pushed into her, the more out of breath he was simply at her beauty. He was mesmerized by the darkness of her eyes and the complexion of her skin, the way her mouth moved when she moaned and the grip of her hands as he eased into her back and forth. “Tell me how it feels, Omid… I want to know how I make you feel…” He didn’t want to move faster until she was ready, but his mass was swelling and twitching inside of her the longer they went on. He wanted every last part of her, but wasn’t going to make any advancement until she was ready. He brought his lips down to hers, giving her a few gentle kisses as he thrusted into her and caused a small moan to leak out of him throat. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

"You can go faster now...Fuck...MARC!" She was having a small orgasm, "MARC! IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! BECAUSE IT IS YOURS!" Omid was sobbing with so much pleasure, mewling so hard, making these incredibly cute high pitched noises. She did not know she would feel this amazing. Could feel this amazing — it was Marc as many women and men did not make her feel the best. She was so much in bliss, "Marc, your cock is...pretty big." Her slick dripped slowly on his proud dick. It wet it so much that his balls was surely also coated. "I love you, Marc. Please more, faster. Make me cum." @💛Shay-Bae💛