1. Chanel 17


    Date: 11/5/2017, Categories: Masturbation, Author: tangerinesky, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    phone with Eugene a few hours ago, and he seemed stressed out, so I want to surprise him. I bought him a nice set of brand new horse hair paint brushes in hopes to raise his low spirit. I haven’t seen him in four days, since he was at my housewarming party. And I was fucking lonely. I needed to do something, so I drive through the dark streets, hoping he didn’t go to bed early or some shit. I know he’s not really my boyfriend, which I’m totally fine with. But he’s the only guy I’m seeing right now, and I hated to hear him so low on the phone. My 240 creeps to a slow stop by the curb in front of his house. His lights are on, his car in the driveway and I grin. I grab the bag, lock my car and walk up his drive. When I get to the door I hear music or a movie or something. I knock and wait, but I don’t think he heard. I knock again. After half a minute, a subtle tingle runs up my spine. Should I go in? I have the feeling something is wrong. I purse my lips and wait another moment. I look to my left trying to see through the front main window, but the curtains are drawn. And then I hear someone shout, and my panic over rules common courtesy and reason, and I turn the front door knob. I walk through the entryway and when I reach the end of the wall on my left, I look ...
    into his living room. And my eyes about bulge out of my head. Eugene is fucking Taniyah. Her ass is propped up on the arm of his leather couch, his hands gripping her thighs and she’s screaming obscenities. Their clothes are all over the place, his expensive stereo system playing rock music. I feel like I hit a corkscrew on a roller coaster. My head twitches in an odd move from side to side as I inhale deeply and turn for the door. “Shit!” Eugene looks over to me before I can escape and I meet his eyes, guilt for walking in and confusion written all over my face. “Oh my God!” Taniyah breathes and scrambles back from Eugene, hiding her body behind the couch. I drop my head keeping my eyes safely averted, though I’ve seen them both naked plenty of times. This was something I was not meant to see. “I am so sorry,” I say with my hand raised, palm toward them. “I uh, just came by to give you this,” I toss the bag on the floor between us. “And I heard someone screaming and I thought...I’m so sorry,” I say again and head for the door. They don’t say anything, and I don’t take a last glance as I dash out of Eugene’s house. Neither of them try to stop me, for which I am grateful. I’m not entirely sure….of anything. Fuck. That was nuts. I start my car and drive off toward home.
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