Chapter 12: Desires
Sarah felt the weight of Edward's words pressing down on her as she stood in the library's dim light. "I need to think about all of this," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Please let me go now."
"Promise me you will come back tomorrow, same time," Edward urged, his tone authoritative yet tinged with desperation. "There is no place in this world where I can reach you if not here."
Intimidated by the intensity in his eyes, Sarah nodded, though doubt flickered in her mind. She gathered her belongings and hurried out of the library, her heart racing.
That night, she lay in bed, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. The revelations Edward had shared spun through her like a chaotic storm, making sense one moment and completely eluding her the next. She tossed and turned, unable to find solace.
Finally, in a bid for distraction, she reached into her backpack for a book, hoping the words would help her escape the turmoil. As she flipped through the pages, a folded letter slipped out, landing softly on her lap.
Curious, Sarah picked it up. The handwriting was different from the earlier notes she had received. and it was really old yet strikingly attractive. This script was elegant, flowing, and unmistakably feminine. Her heart raced as she unfolded it, anticipation and dread intertwining.
Daddy,
My body aches for your touch, i keep tossing all night in bed reliving every moment i have spent with you.
i have gift for you turn around a page and see
Your
little dove
Sarah turned around page...it was a drawing of a man and woman under table both naked, man was strongly built, looked like Mr. Brigade but younger, his hardness deeply pushed inside woman.. her face .. had desires and fashion. She had her hands on mans hips. Like she wanted him get buried deep inside her...on her right hand was a letter carved S.
The sketch made Sarah flushed...she felt heat on cheeks. She longed to be the woman nestled against him she wanted to be in that moment , be that woman. The light in her eyes mirrored the happiness Sarah craved, could almost imagine the heat carrying their passion to her. In that moment, she yearned to step into the sketch, to be part of their perfect little world where love and passion flourished under a canopy of blossoms.
that woman must be Sabrina, and who is the man? Atlas brigade or Edward brigade?
Sarah felt crazy...her hands went to her pussy...n she started rubbing herself...the need to eel touched was overwhelming Sarah cried in desire. Its like she could never feel the passion in that photo on her own. She needed to be touched and fucked roughly.
The memory from library came back to her, the way Mr. Edward had pushed his fingers...she wanted his fingers inside her and rock her world. was it Sabrina's desire or her own she didn't know...but she would go to library tomorrow. She needed to go.
Sarah paced the bedroom, her thoughts consumed by the thought of sex. It was one of those sweltering summer nights where the heat clung to her skin, making everything feel sluggish and heavy. She had tried to distract herself, scrolling through books and reading , but nothing compared to the siren call of get crushed by a Mr. Brigade.
She looked at sketch once again, her heart racing at the sight of the naked bodies intertwined together in passion . every stroke on sketch sat there, practically glowing in the dim light, the sweat drawn on it promising cool relief from the oppressive heat. Just a few days ago, she had told herself she'd would not think of Mr. Brigade or passion with him , but today felt different. Today, the heat was too bright, the air too thick; she needed man's thrust.
With a desperate sigh, Sarah opened her night dress, The rush of cold air hit her, and she felt a wave of exhilaration. She reached for her breasts , her fingers brushing against the nipple. As she pulled tips out, she could almost hear the Mr. Brigade calling her name. she started fondling her breast, roughly imagining Mr. Brigades hands. Her another hand found pussy lips—smooth and wet, ready for action. She scooped her fingers , letting it glide into the deep in her pussy. she closed her eyes, savouring the the friction of her fingers. She picked a rhythm soon...waiting to rich a highpoint, all she could see was Mr. Brigade licking his fingers wet in her juices, He is asking for more, "little dove, " she could almost hear his voice, her fingers picked a pace and she started rubbing violently, her clit swollen she pinched her clit and In that instant, all her worries melted away, leaving only sweet, sweet bliss. Today was hers,.
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