Falling Into Routine
Copyright© 2025 by ChillWriter338
Chapter 18: Risk Management
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 18: Risk Management - Childhood friends looking for true love and ready to start a family deny how perfect a couple they would make together by getting as close as possible. The secret plan to keep from falling into each other's arms - follow the same routine. Re-write so read from the beginning.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction FemaleDom Light Bond Polygamy/Polyamory Black Male Hispanic Female Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts Size 2nd POV Slow
Aftershocks
We lay tangled on the bed, sweat cooling, both breathing hard.
Carla’s leg was still draped across my stomach, her cheek resting against my shoulder.
I could feel her heartbeat through her skin. Fast, but calming.
“You’re not normal,” she whispered, voice muffled.
I smiled, stroking her back. “Not sure how to take that.”
“This ... this isn’t supposed to be like this. Most men can’t ... keep up. Not like this.”
I kissed the top of her head. “I just want you happy.”
“That’s part of the problem,” she said softly. “You don’t stop. You don’t fade.”
She lifted herself up slightly to look at me, biting her lip. “Someday I’m going to break trying to keep up.”
“You won’t break.”
Her eyes softened, but I could see the storm still behind them.
Ethical Lines
Later that evening, after she slipped back to her house for the night, I sat alone at my desk, scrolling through the latest project data.
The AI platform wasn’t malfunctioning. If anything, it was too effective. The algorithms were aggressively optimizing treatments based on genomic profiles, insurance tiers, and proprietary risk assessments.
The language danced dangerously close to eugenics territory. Quietly deciding who warranted aggressive care, and who didn’t.
They called it efficiency.
I called it something else.
My stomach twisted again. There were lines I never imagined myself standing near.
Unexpected Discovery
Back in her house, Carla moved quietly toward the kitchen, intending to grab water before bed.
As she passed Mama Caceres’s office, her feet slowed.
The door was open.
Mama sat in the dark, her face lit only by the glow of the monitor.
Carla’s stomach flipped as she recognized the image on the screen.
Eli’s living room. His kitchen. His bedroom. Private angles she never realized were still accessible.
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