Bhadrae

“الدهليز الطويل حين جاءت أمّها متهلّلة ووضعت يدها على كتفها: «ميا... يا بنتي... ولد التاجر سليمان يخطبك» تشنّج جسد ميا، أصبحت يد أمّها ثقيلة بالغة الثقل على كتفها، جفّ حلقها ورأت خيوطها تلتفّ حول رقبتها كمشنقة. ابتسمت الأمّ: «ظننتك كبيرة على خجل البنات»، وانتهى الموضوع. لم يفتحه أحد ثانية. انشغلت أمّها بإعداد ملابس العرس وتحضير خلطات البخور وتنجيد الوسائد ونشر الخبر بين الأقارب. سكتت أخواتها وسلّم أبوها”
― Jokha Alharthi, ‫سيدات القمر‬

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― Carolyn Cochran, Widows in the Bible: A Devotional: How God Provides and Protects

“They”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“into how embarrassing this is, how much that shame turns me on, while Roman undresses in front of me. I have to watch him through the gap left by my own legs. I’ve had plenty of dreams about this moment, but none of them come close to the reality of his muscled, naked body or the perfection of his thick cock. Eight inches and proud, standing out from his body. I lick my lips. He sees it. Roman comes to the bed and grips my thighs, his thumbs digging into the back, and opens me another stretching inch. He teases between my legs, running his fingers over my slit and then down to my other hole. A single touch there sends a shock through my entire body, and he laughs. “So much to learn,” he says, and I don’t know if he means me or him or both of us, but I’ll take it. I’ll take all of it, no matter how dirty, how depraved… He climbs over me on the bed and his thickness presses against my opening. His muscles work against mine as he enters me, so slowly it’s tortuous, until the head is inside. Then he stops. I’m squirming, panting, mewling, but he doesn’t move. He puts a hand under my chin and pushes my chin up. The sensation of it there, so close to my neck, has me moaning. “Tell me,” he commands. “Do you want more?” I let out a whimpering please and that’s all it takes to unleash him.”
― Amelia Wilde, Crush on You