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French Kisses: Cinquième Chapitre

Submitted by on April 2, 2015 (3 years ago)
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French Kisses: Cinquième ChapitreSO, folks, this is the final chapter for this series. I hope you guys like it. Comments will be highly appreciated.


When I reached my office, Rain was already there, sipping a cup of Frappuccino.

“I thought of just going back to my place, rather than we talk here in your cafe. People might hear.”

I smiled, “Brilliant idea. Why didn’t you just text me? Or call?”

“I was about to. But then a woman dressed in skin tight jeans and a blue shirt just walked in. So my plan didn’t happen.”

“This crazy man in a black polo shirt and leather jeans is so funny he doesn’t always say things straightforwardly.”

“Je suis votre homme fou.” – I’m your man, crazy.

I raised my eyebrows. I understood it alright, but I just shrugged it off and trotted my way to the table, sat on it, and gave him a pinch on the right cheek.

Rubbing his pain-inflicted face, he stood up and picked up the package just behind me, and walked out the door, as if angry at me. I laughed at his speechless retort, and in just a blink, he was back inside the room, “Are you coming or not?.

“How long is this talk happening?”

“Maybe a whole day?”

“Okay. I’ll call Dane first.”

“What are you gonna say?”


French Kisses: Quatrième Chapitre

Submitted by on April 1, 2015 (3 years ago)
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French Kisses: Quatrième ChapitreComments on the writing will be highly appreciated.
SPOILER ALERT: To those who could have read this story on a previous site, or on my blog, I have revised the end part of this.

“Hi Rain. Happy birthday,” she exclaimed in her angelic voice and smiled, all the while hugging me.

A few weeks before Dane and Rebecca’s wedding was my birthday.

"Hey, crazy. I heard you cancelled your meeting for this."

“Well, yeah. I'm the boss, Haha. Before I forget, here’s my gift for you,” giving me a large paper bag with vector prints on it. I still don’t know what’s with vectors that she finds so amusing.

“You’re the only one who handed me a gift. A first one in years, I may say.”

“Because you’re special to me, wildcat,” she exclaimed. And she did a good job covering it, but I didn’t miss how her voice broke, as if she was on the verge of tears, “Maybe I should go find Dane.”

I responded with a nod and she waved, walking away.

I looked at the package in my hands. Reaching inside the bag, I felt velvet. Taking it out, it was blue, embossed with, guess what, vectors. The package was heavy, but small, just the size of my fist. So I carefully ripped out the sticky tapes, and lifting the lid of the box, I peered what was inside. It seemed like sculpture. So I gingerly pulle...

French Kisses: Troisième Chapitre

Submitted by on April 1, 2015 (3 years ago)
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French Kisses: Troisième ChapitreAfter that night, our next few months of dating was a series of laughter, sweet kisses, gentle, tight hugs, sleeping in each other’s arms, sweet nothings - that always made my heart melt. Now, all of those memories had become a part of the distant past, no chances of ever recurring - maybe.

One day during college, I woke up to see my door ajar with checkered balloons taped on it. They were all a variety of pastel colors.

So with curiosity, I slipped out of bed, put on my slippers and walked out the door. The hallway outside my room was the mouth of a river of flower petals, from roses, to sunflowers, to chrysanthemums, to magnolias, and tulips. It smelled like heaven to me.

'Wow. Whoever bought these must have had their wallet empty.'

I followed where they went. At the end, I turned to the left. After a few meters, I stood in front of our conference hall entrance. I couldn't see anything from the inside because the portal was covered with strings of white fur. I was so enticed looking at the wall of clouds when a cold nose touched my feet. I jumped back before I looked down- a brown shih tzu! With all excitement, I picked it up and held it to my chest.

"Hey honey. Who owns you? Huh? Who's inside? Who's waiting for me?" I said in a baby voice as I petted her.

And then I saw that under the knot of her blue ribbon was a small card.


French Kisses: Deuxième Chapitre

Submitted by on March 31, 2015 (3 years ago)
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French Kisses: Deuxième ChapitreHow Rain made me feel at that moment. I felt like I was crushed, like a little girl who lost her favorite teddy bear on a train ride. My heart cried with his words, and tears fell down. But with all my might, I stopped myself from crying. Dane would think the tears would be from extreme ecstasy anyway.

“Rain, you’re fucking dramatic. I’ll just tell you the details of what’s in store for tonight. Later.”

“Okay then. Bye.”

Rain ended the call. I still felt blank. I haven’t even the heart to enjoy when Dane came inside me.

“Ohhh fuck baby! Fuck! You’re… shit… You’re indescribable.”

I breathed a deep breath. I always wanted to hear these from him, with clothes on. But, he always told me this whenever we’re done with sex. When all his stress from work had been drained out from him. And the heavy pain in his minds exploded and disappeared. ‘Where had his sweetness gone to?’

This is not the way we used to have sex, we used to take our time. We used to cuddle with each other then. But things changed. He just pounds in me until he comes, no more ‘I love you’s, even the soft kisses were gone, the gentle hugs, those heartfelt ‘thank you’s – every sweet thing, gone. ‘Is there anything wrong with me?’

I snapped out of my thoughts and made my way to the washroom, taking all my things with me. I was bu...