Everything That Glitters Ain't Gold by Danielle Martin (sneezy the snowman read aloud .txt) 📖

into his trap. He had her under his spell once again.  
“Get up baby.” Desean reached for her, instructing her to stand. Ava did not resist. She obeyed, sat up on the bed and stood to her feet facing him. Forcefully, Desean pulled her in close pressing her body into his, their crotches cradling each other. He wasted no time lifting her dress past her hips and over her head and tossing the fabric across the room. Ava hadn’t worn a bra that night so her large double D breasts were now exposed. Desean looked her up and down head to toe, admiring her body as if he never seen it before.

“Damn…” he cussed. “I can’t believe you’re all mines. I’m such a lucky man…”

She looked at him, still not saying a word. Physically her body wanted him, but mentally her mind still did not want to give in. Her silence didn’t stop him. Desean turned her naked ass around, her hair whipping over her shoulders as he whisked her towards the bed. “Bend over.” He leaned forward and seductively spoke into her ear. Again she obeyed. Ava nodded her head and leaned forward, her manicured fingertips stretching across the comforter as she tooted her ass up in the air. She was dripping wet, her juices had already wet the bed. No other man had ever given her this feeling. Desean could turn her on in ways unimaginable just by looking at her. She never felt this way… with anyone…
“Ahhhhh…” Ava cried out as she suddenly felt him slide into her, all 9 inches of his dick filling her insides. He slapped her ass, the large echo booming throughout the bedroom as he plunged even deeper. “Ahhhhh shit!” Ava threw her head back, closed her eyes and twirled her hips. Desean stroked her long, hard and deep, each thrusts pounding her weak body. He filled her up so well, Ava loved to feel him inside her. She threw her ass back, throwing all of her weight on top of him pressing her pussy into his dick even harder.

“Damn…” Desean immediately reacted and slapped her ass again. “I love you so much Ava, I’m never letting you go….” Reaching forward, he grabbed a handful of her hair which he knew turned her on. “Tell me you love me.” He demanded her while fucking her from the back. “Say you love me Ava. Say it….”
“Mmmmm... Ahhhhh” she continued to moan out loud, clenching her walls around his dick. Her insides were trembling. She was about to cum. “I loveeeeee you babyyyy.” Giving him exactly what he wanted, Ava cried out after feeling herself about to black out. He continued to fuck her, her body growing weaker.
“Shit!” suddenly Desean pulled out. He stepped back as he wiped sweat off his forehead composing himself. Ava was out of breath. She plopped down onto her stomach with her naked ass still tooted up in the air. She breathed in through her nose and out her mouth, attempting to steady her racing heartbeat. Almost immediately, her guilty conscience took over. What the fuck are you doing, Ava??? Why did you just have sex with him after everything he has done to you???? She looked up at Desean who was staring at her sprawled out body while licking his lips. She stared back. The sex was good as usual. Once again she had been pulled back into his lust trap. Foolishly, Ava fell for it each and every time. Desean leaned forward and slapped her on the ass. "I'm never letting you go Ava... Ever..." She stared at him in the eyes, knowing very well he meant each and every word…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3

Chapter 3.

 

"Lay back Ava… Relax... I want you to forget where you are. Forget where you came from or why you’re here... Become one with yourself…. Lose yourself in this moment."

Ava sat laid back on the cold leather couch staring at the ceiling. Her hands were neatly folded flat on her chest with her legs propped up over the arm rest. She took a deep breath, following the woman’s directions as she attempted to forget how stupid of an idea it was that she decided to pay $100 for this session. Breathing in deep through her nose with her eyes still closed, she licked her lips, pretending this was reality and she indeed was absent from this world for a few moments. What else do you have to lose Ava? You came all the way here... The least you could do is try…

"Okay now open your eyes Ava Hazel. You can sit up now"

Slowly, she sat up and turned her body in the chair, staring at the woman who sat in front of her casually with her legs crossed and her glasses tipped to the edge of her nose. She was an older woman, possibly in her 50's. Her hair was salt and pepper gray and pinned up on the top of her head in a messy bun. For an elderly woman, she had smooth silky skin, full luscious bangs and piercing green eyes. Ava examined her. Although her appearance was welcoming, it did not change the fact that this woman was a stranger. Before Ava walked in that door and laid her gullible ass on this couch, she thought she had everything figured out. Now here she was, confused on what the next step was and frustrated that she couldn’t figure it out on her own.

"Now that we have gotten all warmed up." The woman spoke breaking the silence. Susan Eliza Fuller. That was her name. "I was up all night reading your emails Ava. You seem to have a lot on your mind." She tiled her head and smirked at her.

In return, Ava nodded her head immediately feeling guilty. "I do." She admitted it out loud.

Susan sat forward and propped her chin up in the palm of her hand. She wore a look of concern on her face.  "Well if you don’t mind me asking… You didn't feel that it would have been appropriate to save your thoughts for our face to face session??? This is my first time meeting you and I feel like I already know your whole life story."

Ava chuckled, laughing at the 5 page email she sent Susan the night before scheduling this meeting. She had a lot on her chest. Thoughts about Desean. Thoughts about herself.  Ava shook her head. "I'm sorry, Susan is it??” she asked, clarifying the woman’s name. In response she nodded, confirming Ava it had pronounced it correctly. “Susan, if you think that was my life story, you are sadly mistaken. You haven't even heard the half yet."

The woman took a deep breath almost as if she we're preparing for the worst. "Oh boy." She scooted her glasses up on her nose. "So tell me, you said you we're unhappy with your relationship. Why is that??"

Ava’s heart skipped a beat as Susan suddenly asked a brazenly honest question. She was straight forward and clearly had no intentions on cutting any corners.

"Why is that??" Ava repeated her, feeling as if she had explained this part in the email already. She smacked her lips before continuing. "My life was fine... Up until 4 years ago when I met the person who was supposed to change my life for the better…. The man who I deemed as perfect for me has so many damn imperfections…. That’s why I’m unhappy…."

“Hmm…” Susan scooted forward again leaning in closer. "Okay so let’s start off with your life story please. I want to get to know you."

Ava took a deep breath. She made eye contact with Susan. Surprisingly, upon looking at her she didn’t feel intimidated at all. This woman seemed extremely authentic and genuine. Of course, Ava had already done her research on her and read every single review she could find which happened to be all 5 stars. Susan Fuller had a bachelor’s degree and a PhD in Psychology. She had spent the last 25 years of her life working at Healing Therapy Associates of Wilmington, dealing with adults struggling with relationships, marriage problems and personal inner issues. Ava smirked to herself. Never in a million years had she imagined being here. Inside a physiologists’ office. But she was here now. There was no use in turning back because the deposit was nonrefundable. Taking one last deep breath, Ava prepared to let everything all out.

''Okay, what do you want to know?" she asked hesitantly.

Susan smiled and pulled out her clipboard preparing to jot down notes. "I want to know your name. Excuse me for being confused but you used two names on the paperwork. Is it Ava? Or is it Hazel?”

Ava chuckled lightly. She heard this question before. Probably a million times before. “My real name is Ava…” she answered confidently.

Susan nodded her head and began to write things down. “Okay, perfect” she finished writing and looked back up at her. “And where does the name Hazel come from if you don’t mind me asking?”

Suddenly, Ava’s smile disappeared. The humorous twinkle in her eyes quickly melted away as soon as the question left Susan’s lips. Not many people asked her to elaborate on why she used two names. Over the years, Ava did her best to remain strong and forget about the reasons behind it. But she couldn’t fight the painful memories once they came rushing back to her mind. Her thoughts drifted. Visibly, Ava could still see herself 21 years ago standing 3 feet tall dressed in her pretty pink and yellow dress and large beautiful pink and yellow hair bows. She was a child. So young and innocent. Ava looked back over at Susan noticing she was staring awaiting an answer. Ava shook her head. She wasn’t prepared to go this deep but at some point, she knew the time would come. Parting her lips, Ava finally opened her mouth to speak.

“Because my father hated me…” It pained her chest to say it, but Ava blurted it out deciding to give a straight and honest answer. Her heart was now racing. Susan’s eyes widened in surprise. She wasn’t expecting for Ava to come right out with it and was shocked by her outburst.

 “What do you mean your father hated you???” she asked for her to elaborate.

“Uhhh” Ava stammered while hesitating whether or not she wanted to go into detail. She looked down at her hands noticing they were now trembling. Susan was asking her to speak on a very sensitive topic and 21 years later, she still had not fully healed from the pain her family had caused. Slowly, she looked back up at Susan who was patiently waiting.

Ava shrugged her shoulders. “How else can I say it? He hated me… He hated my mother… He hated any and everything that had to do with my existence…” Ava’s brow furrowed as she began to think about it all. I was a little girl… I didn’t deserve that… I needed love…

“Just let it out, Ava…” Susan reached forward and placed a comforting hand on her lap. She smiled warmly. “I can tell you have been holding this in. You will feel so much relief once you let it go… Stop holding on…Let