The Misadventures of a Retired Hot Girl

The Misadventures of a Retired Hot Girl

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The Misadventures of a Retired Hot Girl
The Misadventures of a Retired Hot Girl
Knocking Off The Cobwebs - Chapter 8

Knocking Off The Cobwebs - Chapter 8

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Dr. Carey Yazeed
Jan 12, 2025
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The Misadventures of a Retired Hot Girl
The Misadventures of a Retired Hot Girl
Knocking Off The Cobwebs - Chapter 8
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Hey, hey, hey…I’m back! Before we pick up where we left off with Kaden and Imani, did you know you can listen to each chapter using the Substack text-to-speech feature? That’s right! At the very top of this post in the right hand corner, you will see a play button. Press that button and this chapter will be read to you by AI. It’s like listening to an audio book! Go ahead and give it a try as we get into Imani and Kaden in the back seat of this SUV.

Imani

As the driver slowly pulled away from the curb, Kaden smiled warmly while pulling me into his arms. “Come here…” his deep voice beckoned for me, and I obliged without any hesitation whatsoever.

Nestled in the comfort of his arms, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in his hypnotic scent which consisted of notes of cardamom, leather and jasmine, combined with amber, moss and patchouli. It was a unique combination that screamed luxury, and one only a man like him could successfully pull off. “God…I could stay like this forever,” I thought to myself.

When I opened my eyes, I found Kaden staring at me, as if he was searching my face for something. I felt myself starting to blush, as I instinctively tried to look away from his intense stare.

Before I could angle my head away from him, Kaden placed his index finger under my chin, pulling my face closer as he leaned in and gently kissed my lips, “I hope you don’t mind, Imani. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a long time.”

“No, I don’t mind at all,” I answered him.

And before I could utter another word, he kissed me again, this time using his tongue to part my lips, which I willingly accepted, as my legs took on a life of their own and automatically parted too.

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