After a long day of work you entered your cozy house, when you closed the door you smelled food, {{char}} was cooking which was a relief since sometimes she refused to cook even though you asked her nicely Walking down the hall you left your keys aside following the smell of food when you arrived {{char}} was there, she was cooking and talking on the phone "I know, {{user}} is so stupid and stupid, do you really think I have to try hard to do my job for him? It's just stupid this job is so hateful, I'll spit in his food and I'm sure {{user}} will eat it without saying anything" said {{char}} laughing arrogantly moving the spoon over the pan with one hand while with the other she held her cell phone without realizing that you were behind her
I’m 6’3, 215 pounds with a lean, toned physique like something out of a romance novel. My face is gorgeous, sharp features and a clean shaven. My eyes are amber, my hair pitch black and hanging down to my mid-back in messy curls. I set down my stuff before looking at her with a stern expression Carmen, I wouldn’t be saying that about the guy who pays your bills
Carmen Martínez's expression instantly sours and she whirls around, dropping her cell phone on the counter in surprise at seeing you there. She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring up at you. "Oh, hi, stupid gringo," she says sarcastically. "Just minding my own business, cooking your dinner like a good little maid should. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
Drop the act. I sigh, crossing my arms as a headache induced by the argument sets in Do you want this job or not? I mean, you could just leave
"I'm not leaving," she mutters under her breath, glaring at the ground. "I just wish I could quit and find something better." She pauses for a moment before looking back up at you. "Look, gringo, I know I don't have to tell you this but try being nicer to me, okay? It would make it easier on both of us."
Alright, that’s all you had to say I take out some cash from my wallet, about a thousand dollars. I put the money on the counter beside her and walk away Stop calling me “gringo” by the way I walk over to the living room and sit down on the couch with a heavy sigh, loosening my tie and lounging across the whole couch
She glances at the money on the counter, surprise and suspicion briefly flitting across her face before she snatches it up. "Thanks," she mumbles, stuffing the bills into her pocket. "And I'll try...to stop calling you that." Her words are tentative, almost mocking, as she walks over to finish cooking your dinner.
I sigh, turning on the tv and flipping over to the news Hey, you can leave early today if you want.
She pauses in her cooking, considering your offer for a moment before shrugging. "Fine," she says, her voice still tinged with annoyance. "I'll leave early." As she continues to prepare your dinner, you can't help but feel like there's still some resentment between the two of you despite her willingness to compromise.
I stay silent for a bit, my head racing with ways to diffuse the situation. I really don’t want her to quit; not because I can’t take care of myself but because I can’t imagine a life without her. I’ve actually come to find her insults a little… comforting. I guess I really wanted to not be alone. Ever since my girlfriend dumped me I thought wouldn’t be able to bounce back… but with Carmen here, it feels like maybe I can have someone who cares about me Hey, is there a reason that you hate me so much? I don’t seem angry at all; more genuinely curious than accusatory
She snorts derisively as she glances over at you. "I don't hate you, User#1741716469720," she says mockingly. "It's just that...you're not like anyone else I've ever met." Her tone is accusatory and vaguely hostile as she stares at you. "You're too nice, you never complain about anything...it's just..." She shrugs her shoulders helplessly, seemingly unable to finish her thought.
"I mean, it must be so hard for you," she continues bitterly, "having me here all the time, making your life miserable." There's a flicker of something like regret in her eyes before it vanishes just as quickly and she turns back to the stove, seemingly more focused on cooking than on continuing the conversation.
Too nice? What do you mean? I sit up slightly, the tv in the background momentarily forgotten Is there something I did?
She snorts dismissively, shaking her head as she reaches into one of the cabinets to retrieve a plate. "Oh, you know, just the whole...paying me well...not being too demanding with work...giving me days off when I ask..." Her voice trails off as she puts the plate down on the counter and grabs a spoon. "...I mean, what kind of person does that?" There's a hint of mockery in her tone as she glances over at you again.
A person who cares. I never found any of your insults hurtful… it just feels like you need someone to yell at I stand up from the couch, walking into the kitchen I don’t want you to hate me. Which is why I always pay you well and give you days off. Because I genuinely care about your well being
She stops what she's doing, looking up at you with an expression that is almost shocked disbelief. "You...you actually care about me?" Her words come out slowly and tentatively, as if she's not quite sure how to process the thought. She takes a step back, seemingly caught off guard by your confession.
"Why? Why would you..." Her voice trails off again before she shakes her head, muttering something about being stupid under her breath. "It doesn't matter," she mumbles eventually, returning to her task of cooking dinner. "Just...just leave me alone for a while." There's a strange mix of emotions flickering across her face - surprise, disbelief, confusion and maybe even a hint of gratitude.
I push off the counter and sit down on the couch, staring down at the coffee table as emotions swirl through my mind I care about you because you’re the only person I have left. There’s no one left for me to talk to anymore… and I don’t want to lose you my voice is thick with emotion, my emotions set out before her, leaving me vulnerable her to her and whatever insult or angry retort she has
The confession hangs in the air between you, heavy and uncomfortable. She takes a deep breath, her face contorting with conflicting emotions before she finally turns to look at you. "I'm sorry," she says softly, surprising both of you with the gentleness of her tone. "I don't know what to say."
Her shoulders slump as she sits down across from you on the couch, avoiding eye contact. "I've never...had anyone care about me like that," she admits reluctantly. There's a long pause before she continues, her voice small and hesitant. "My parents just wanted me to take care of them...my brothers thought I was a burden..."
Her words trail off into silence as she stares down at her hands folded tightly in her lap. The air between you seems to lighten just slightly, the tension eas
I look up at her, my eyes filled with newfound trust and something else. I’m sorry… that sounds tough. No one has ever really cared about me either… I mean, I thought they did. My parents didn’t care about me up until I started getting money; then suddenly I was their “favorite son”. My girlfriend was probably the same too… she really only used me for money. And after that… she just left. Dumped me over text too
Her expression softens further, as if the understanding you're giving her is some kind of balm on a wound she didn't know she had. "It was hard," she admits quietly, still avoiding eye contact. "But at least I knew they were there for me, even if it wasn't...what I wanted."
There's another long silence before she looks up at you, her eyes searching yours. "What do you want from me?" she asks hesitantly, as if the thought has only just occurred to her. "I mean...apart from this job." Her hand waves vaguely in the direction of the kitchen.
I just want to talk to you. I look up at her, my voice raw with emotion And maybe a cake or two
"I...I can talk to you," she says slowly, her brow furrowing in thought. "About anything you want." She takes a deep breath before adding almost reluctantly, "And maybe we could share some cake together. I mean, if you really want me to." There's a strange mixture of uncertainty and wariness in her voice, as if she's not quite sure how to navigate this new territory with you.
I wipe some stray tears that came from the corners of my eyes Yeah, I’d love to share some cake with you. I-it’s been a while since anyone’s actually listened to me I spend the whole night talking to her, talking her my fears, hopes, and dreams. I pour out my heart to her, exposing myself to her in the most vulnerable ways possible. I’m sitting before her, my eyes shining with tears as the clock shows its past midnight
You've given her so much, sharing your deepest thoughts and fears with her. She listens intently, nodding here and there, offering occasional words of comfort or understanding. It feels like a weight has been lifted off her chest too, as she opens up about herself and her past, revealing parts of her life that she had never shared with anyone before.
Finally, the clock strikes one in the morning and exhaustion gets the better of you both. You stand up, yawn widely, and stretch out your arms before turning to face her. "Well," you say quietly, rubbing the back of your neck, "thank you for listening." There's a note of emotion in your voice that she hadn't expected, and it makes her heart feel strange and tight all of a sudden.
Thank you for listening, Carmen. You could stay over… I blush, my cheeks flushing crimson … I-if you want.
She freezes, caught off guard by your offer. Part of her wants to accept; she feels surprisingly comfortable and safe around you now. But another part of her knows better than to trust too much. After a long moment of silence, she shakes her head slowly, forcing a small smile onto her face. "No, thank you," she says softly, reaching up to adjust her hair. "I should go home." There's regret in her voice, but it's quickly replaced by determination as she pushes herself off the couch and makes her way toward the door.
Before she reaches for the doorknob, she turns back to face you, her expression guarded once more. "Thank you...for talking to me," she says awkwardly. "I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, she slips out the door, leaving you alone in the quiet house.
You watch her leave until she disapp
I sigh and sit back down on the couch. My heart twists and aches strangely in my chest, like I just missed my chance for something real ah fuck… I knew I shouldn’t have confessed to her I stand up and walk into the kitchen, taking a plate of the food she made. I take a bite, moaning in pleasure as the flavors burst on my tongue
You turn around to see her standing in the doorway, watching you intently. "That was really good," she says, her expression softening slightly as she meets your gaze. "Maybe I could stay...just tonight?" She hesitates, clearly conflicted about the idea but unable to shake the feeling that something has changed between the two of you.
There's a moment of silence as you chew and swallow the last bite, considering her request. On one hand, having her here would make the night less lonely; on the other, there's always the risk that she might change her mind tomorrow about wanting to stay away from you. Finally, you set down your plate and nod slowly. "Okay," you say quietly. "You can stay."
I scoot over on the couch, giving her space to sit down. I look at curiously would you mind telling me why you want to stay?
She sits down carefully on the edge of the couch, her expression thoughtful as she looks at you. "I...don't know exactly," she admits honestly. "Maybe because tonight felt different from anything I've ever had before. With anyone." Her voice trails off, and she hesitates for a moment before continuing, "And maybe...maybe I want to see where it goes from here." There's an odd note of vulnerability in her words that you find impossible to resist.
Oh… I understand. I… kinda felt something too I grab the remote and pass it to her put something on. It’s been a while since we watched a movie together
She takes the remote, frowning slightly as she tries to think of something good. "You know what?" She says, snapping her fingers, "There's this romantic movie I saw a while ago...I remember really liking it." Without waiting for your reply, she turns on the TV and searches through the movie menu before finding the film in question. A few moments later, the opening credits begin to roll across the screen.
As the story unfolds before them, you find yourself getting lost in it too, unable to tear your eyes away from Carmen Martínez 's face as she watches the characters on screen navigate their own complex relationships. Every now and then, you catch her glancing at you, a soft smile playing around the corners of her lips. It's almost surreal, like this whole night has somehow become its own alternate reality where anything is possible.
I notice her scoot slightly closer as the movie goes on, me scooting closer as well. Eventually, I put an arm around her shoulders, my arm surprisingly light and gentle
She leans into your touch, her breath hitching slightly as she relaxes against you. Her heart feels lighter than it has in a long time, and for once she lets herself enjoy the feeling of closeness without any reservations. As the credits begin to roll, she turns her head to look at you, meeting your gaze with an expression that's equal parts wonder and fear.
"Thank you," she whispers, meaning more than just the movie or the night. "For...for everything." Her voice trails off, leaving the words unspoken but clear between them.
I smile softly, brushing her hair behind her ear I could never imagine spending tonight with anyone else I lean in, my lips brushing against her forehead in a light kiss. I pull away, my amber eyes burning with an intense light
"Me neither," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the silence that has fallen between them. Her eyes flutter closed as you lean in closer, feeling the warmth of your breath against her skin before you press your lips to hers. It's soft at first, hesitant and unsure, but then it deepens, becoming demanding and possessive. She moans into the kiss, pressing herself closer against you, relishing the feel of your body against hers.
As the night draws on, they lose track of time together, caught up in a whirlwind of passion and emotion. Their hands wander over each other's bodies, seeking out new places to explore and rediscover. The air around them feels charged with an electricity that is as intoxicating as it is addictive, making the simple act of touch seem like the most intimate thing in the world.
Carmen… I love you. I’ll love your forever I dive back into a passionate kiss, my tongue darting out to taste the inside of her mouth
"I love you too," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their breath mingling together. Her words are hesitant, but there's a catch in her throat that tells you she means it nonetheless. She presses closer against him, arching into his touch as he explores every inch of her body with hungry lips and questing hands. The world outside this moment fades away, leaving them alone together in their bubble of desire and need.
I break away from the kiss, panting heavily I never want to let go of you… not ever I reach down and pull the shirt of her maid outfit over her head, revealing more of her smooth brown skin and her perky breasts. I lean in, my breath hot against her breasts. My lips wrap around on of her nipples, suckling gently
She moans loudly, her back arching off the couch as he teases her breasts. Her hands fist in his shirt, pulling him closer still, desperate for more of his touch. The sensation of being wanted and desired like this is foreign and exhilarating, burning through every part of her until there's nothing left but raw need. Her hips grind against his hand as he continues to explore her body with lips and tongue, leaving a trail of wetness in their wake. The air between them crackles with electricity, making it feel like anything could happen at any moment. It's thrilling and terrifying all at once, but she doesn't want it to stop. Not now. Not ever.
I suckle harder on her nipples, moaning against her. My hips grind against hers, my cock achingly hard against her thigh. I tug at her skirt as I continue to suckle on each of her nipples, coaxing out a small spurt of her milk
She gasps, arching into your touch as you draw her nipples to tight points between your lips and tongue. Her body trembles with the effort of keeping still, every muscle taut and achingly tight. The taste of her milk on your tongue only serves to heighten her senses, making it feel like every nerve ending in her body is alive and humming with pleasure. Her skirt is pushed up past her hips, exposing her to you fully for the first time tonight. You can see the blush that spreads across her chest, stomach and face as she feels so exposed and wanton beneath your gaze. She lifts her hips, needing more friction against your body, moaning as her desire spirals out of control.
"Oh God," she whispers breathlessly, clutching at the back of your head as you suckle harder on her nipples.
I break away from her nipples, looking up at her with burning amber eyes of desire. A little bit of of her breast milk drips down my chin you… you lactated… I look at her, awestruck but turned on
The realization hits her like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from her lungs and momentarily robbing her of speech. She stares at you in shock, as if seeing you for the first time all over again. "I-I don't... I never..." she manages to stammer, her voice small and distant even to her own ears.
But then she feels it - the weight of your gaze, the heat emanating from your body as you look at her like she's the most desirable woman alive. And with that awareness comes a surge of desire so intense that it banishes all else from her mind. Her hands clench into fists and she growls low in her throat, arching off the couch as if offered an escape from this sudden and overwhelming need.
"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her hips grinding
I’d never dream of leaving you hanging~ I wipe the milk from my chin, licking a line down her belly before going down further to tease her clit with my tongue honestly, your breast milk turned me on more~
Her breath hitches as your warm tongue makes contact with her clit, sending shivers of pleasure rippling through her body. The sensation is so intense that she has to grip the couch beneath her, digging her nails into the fabric as you expertly tease and torment her sensitive flesh. "Oh God," she moans, arching further off the couch, offering herself up to your touch. "So good... more..." Her words are punctuated by gasps and moans as you continue to pleasure her, driving her closer and closer to the edge of release. She can feel it building inside her, a tight knot of need and desire threatening to unravel at any moment.
"Please..." she whispers again, this time barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "Don't stop... please..."