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2024년 7월 18일 미얀마 현지신문 헤드라인

The Mirror (정부기관지) – 7월 17일 네피도, 미얀마 국방부 총사령관 군장병 가족, Washo 승복 기부식 진행 – 7월 19일부터 21일까지 3일간 양곤 동물원, Mobile Fun Fair 개최 1만여 명 참석 가능  – 7월 17일 네피도에서 미얀마 외무부 장관 U Than Swe, 주미얀마 방글라데시대사관 대사 DR. Monwar Hossain 접견, 미얀마-방글라데시 우호 관계 강화, 무역 및 투자, 관광, 인적자원 활용 등 양국 이익에 도움이 되는 다양한 분야에서 협력 증진 방안 논의 – 7월 15일 바고지역 Sarchaung 마을-Sanboke 마을 사이에서 미얀마 국방부 군인들이 주택 30채에 방화를 했다는 가짜 뉴스 일축  Myawady Daily (국방일보) –…

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okay (molly x anwar, cotton candy part 2)

A/N: I am genuinely unsure if I like this or not but at least it's FREE FROM MY DRAFTS.

Molly was determined to suck Anwar’s tongue, she had to get him closer. She dug her nails into him, and he didn’t flinch.

She doesn’t notice how the counter dug into her back. It’s all Anwar.

She’d kissed a fair amount of people in her line of work. It had never been like this. It was like he was everywhere. His warmth, his taste, his smell, all of it hovered over her in a strange fog.

Molly was determined to remain calm, but it just didn’t work. She kept telling herself to step back, and that didn’t work either.

Nothing Is working except for him. Anwar feels the same.

Anwar was trying to remain calm, but it didn't work. He wanted to start small, and he kept telling himself to pull back, even when he began sucking on Molly’s tongue. It was truly a strange sensation to finally be taking what you’d wanted, and still be telling yourself that you need to keep calm.

When he bit into her lower lip, it just gets harder, so he stops. The pinpricks on his skin were getting almost unbearable, and he needed to breathe.

Molly whined as he pulled away, but he didn't go far. She notes some of her lipstick had gotten on his dress shirt, and she focused on the bright color while she took her breath back, he kept stealing it.

Anwar keeps his dark eyes down on her before shouting,“Maxxie, get everyone out!

Molly’s already tugging at his shirt, opening it halfway. Anwar thinks he might die.

“Get fucked!” Maxxie shouts, seeming small from the other room.

“I’m trying!” Anwar shoots right back, and Molly takes a half-step forward, putting her face back into his chest, arms around a large, warm torso.

And in less than a minute, the two of them have scrambled up the stairs. Anwar has Molly pinned against his bedroom door.

“You’ve never gotten head before?” He manages, between hungry bites to Molly’s warm neck.

“I mean one time in college.” She tries, holding back a filthy, pathetic whine. It’s not going to be like that. Not yet anyway.

“Bad?” He asks, letting his hands wander down to her ass, mumbling something to himself.

“He just kind of rushed it to himself.”

Anwar pulls away, keeping either side of Molly’s face in his large hands. He wants to say “That’s stupid,” but he doesn’t

“I can fix that.”

“Bet you can’t.” Molly teases, trying to cling on to any confidence she had painstakingly built for herself.

“You know I can.”

And with four words… it’s gone.

She lets him take her hips and back her into the edge of his bed, flopping down, and wiggling away so Anwar could have room on his own mattress. The room was a little too minimal for her taste, but he’s barely here, she figures.

But the anxiety floods back in. He’s probably had hundreds of people here before her. This is probably a house for hoes. He gets around, and what was she but not his friend, another number.

The fear ekes it’s way to her bones, and he can feel it. Her eyes are shut, she’s got two fistfulls of sheets. That’s not correct, or fun, or what he wanted from her.

Anwar takes a half second to rub his beard against her soft inner leg, making her laugh, of all the things.

Molly yelps, “what are you doing?”

He takes another swipe across her other side, letting her laugh and squirm. “This is supposed to be fun!” He yells pulling back to grab a pillow and wack her with it lightly. It’s supposed to be like this, this is why they’d be so good together. Everything was better with Molly around.

His room certainly felt better with her here, that’s for sure. Anwar takes another swing, and Molly squeaks with laughter.

“Hey, hey hold on.” Molly rests a hand in Anwar’s hair and tugs lightly. He pulls back and rests his chin on her tummy.

“Yes, what?” He’s smiling and Molly’s skin is on fire. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“It’s not the stripper thing, is it?” Molly’s eyes flutter shut, dreading the answer. He’d not admit it- no man ever would- but it was usually a factor.

“Excuse me?” His voice is soft. “Most guys want the stripper, not the person.”

“That’s fucked,” Molly looks so small, like she’s about to fold in on herself. Anwar’s going to bring everything he has. This is his time, he’s not going to let her down.

“I’ve wanted this since the wrap party.”

“Are you kidding?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Proceed.” Molly juts her chin up.

“Still don’t think you can do it.” He laughs lightly, before falling back into her mouth, sucking and licking however he wants.

Anwar lets himself enjoy how Molly keeps pushing into his hands, but he feels something odd over her chest.

There’s no way. Anwar wasn’t this lucky. No way, no fucking way.

“Are… are those piercings?” Anwar doesn’t even notice how his voice jumps an octave. Molly notices that every hair on Anwar’s arm is standing on end.

“...Yeah?” It’s such a simple answer, but the word hits Anwar like a lightning bolt. If she changed her mind, he’d be heartbroken, destroyed, insufferable. He’d make it Maxxie’s problem, and that wouldn’t be fun for either of them.

Maxxie was happy and misery hates happiness, the same way happiness hates misery.

But instead of using his words, he just goes after Molly’s bottom lip, moaning when she ground her hips up into his.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking hot.” He mutters into her mouth, and she huffs softly to herself. It’s Anwar may seem cool but he’s a fucking geek, and still she’s underneath him with no desire to leave. He’s the worst, and somehow the best.

But then he pulls back.

“Molly.” She blinks up at him, skin set off by the soft lights in his backyard.

“When I get you off, can I take you on a date?” This triggers a giggle, sending a shock down his spine.

“If you get me off, you can take me on a date.”

“And if I don’t?” He tries, resting his forehead against hers.

“I’ll laugh at you for a solid week for talking about such a big game. Also I want new shoes, to match.” She’d come over in sneakers, a stark contrast from the glittery cocktail dress.

“Deal.”

Molly’s face flashes with an expression Anwar’s not seen before as he lets his hands wander under her hem, and pushes it up to her waist.

She pants, because of course she does. Anwar watches carefully as Molly closes her eyes into his touch. It’s absolutely perfect.

But he’s quickly brought back when he sees...them.

Light blue cotton. They’ve got ruffles on the sides and they’re tiny. Part of him wants to take them off with his teeth, but Molly might want to leave.

“I love these. Did you wear them for me?” He asks, running a finger along the waistband. She twitched under his fingertips. Heat that had been bubbling in Molly’s chest worked it’s way up to her face.

“Be serious.” She stifled a moan on the back of her hand.

“Planning on getting lucky, then?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to take me.”

Anwar plants a soft kiss to her jaw, making it feel like some kind of reward for dressing up

“God you're such a slut for me aren’t you?” Anwar smiles into Molly’s mouth as she starts rocking into his palm, “Soaking through your panties grinding on me.” His words are half muffled, not pulling away from her mouth long enough to get the words out.

“You look so cute and innocent, but you're just begging aren’t you?” Molly’s breath catches. She’d been called a number of things, but innocent and cute were never one of them. Is this really how he saw her?

“I-I can if you want.” Molly opens her eyes, trying to fully take in the person above her. He’s stunning, the pictures in the magazines couldn’t do him justice.

“Go ahead.” He prompts, pulling back to let her breathe. He keeps a hand on her stomach, and rubs a circle.

“P-please.” Molly’s voice shook, she could have passed away right there. The air in the room had long since abandoned her, and if she felt this good from a kiss (or several), how much better could good get?

“Please what?”

“Please, I need your mouth please.”

“Say no more,” Anwar planted a soft kiss on Molly’s covered mound, before directing her legs up, and sliding her underwear down, and tossing it far, far away.

Anwar doesn’t start slow, she’s too far in. He gives her everything he has until her spine is bowed like that stupid orange tree he has in his backyard, that he has yet to give up on.

“These boys can’t suck on you like I do, hm?” He murmurs into her pussy, sending the vibrations up to her heart.

“A-anwar.” She tries.

“You’re gonna be mine now.” It’s not a threat, or a command.

“Okay.”

“I’m gonna make you so happy.” ‘It sounds like a promise,’ thought Molly.

“Okay.”

As if to spite himself, he pinched her clit almost spitefully, making Molly’s whole body jump further into him as he lapped. Her grip on his hair tightened, as tears began to collect.

She couldn’t do this to herself, that’s for damn sure.

“F-fuck, Anwar please! I’m close.” She begs, her bejeweled dress digging into her skin.

‘You’ve been so patient,” moaned Anwar, “I won’t let you down.”

He doesn’t.

Her eyes roll, and she tries to focus as her spine becomes a lightning bolt. She wants to cry but it’s too much of a shock. The sensation of being dropped from such a great height had her scared, but Anwar’s iron grip on her hips brought her back.

Molly wasn’t an idiot. She’d heard about this, she’d just never actually done it. Obviously.

She squirmed, shaking as Anwar sucked and lapped and tried to get as close as he could. There’s no closer position than having your face between someone’s legs, but he’ll be damned if he doesn't try.

He waits about a half second, licking up everything she gives to him, and taking in her little moans and twitches. He’s flicking his tongue as Molly’s breathing starts to catch. She yelped when he hooked two fingers into her puffy, wet heat, and it brought her around again. As if it was simple, as if all of this time, it could have been as easy as this.

Her hand is clasped over her mouth, Anwar’s hands digging into her ass. She melts into his mouth, more comfortable this time, completely lost to where she was.

She takes a breath and looks down, shivering when she registers what she’s looking at.

Anwar, his face is totally and completely soaked. It looked like he’d just been swimming. He had a typical, smug, snaggle-toothed grin as the air reached a boiling point

“I’ve never done that before!” She tries, voice cracking as her chest heaved. Her eyes are round and Anwar’s taking this moment to keep it as a ‘happy place’.

“Can you do that again?” Anwar sounds like a kid, absolutely ecstatic.

She simply smacks him on the back of the head, and he laughs. She does too. Molly leans back down with a huff, legs starting to ache in a new, absolutely delicious way.

Anwar looks up for a moment to see her round dark eyes start to close. Her soft hair is around her like a halo, and he smiles to himself.

It’s enough for now.

Anwar set to work licking her clean. She’s trembling and squeaking, but she didn’t push him away.

Anwar’s beard isn’t scratchy enough to have torn up her skin, and he’s thankful for that, she’s blankly staring at the ceiling, catching her breath. She’s absolutely perfect.

He lets his hands roam softly over to her hips.

“Roll over.” She does, Anwar slowly undoes the zipper to the back of her dress and pulls it off.

The zipper left an indent on her skin, he should have thought of that before. Fuck.

Molly lets out a faint shiver as he lets his index finger trace the dent on her spine.

Of course he sees the piercings too, but he can’t let his mind process. If there was going to be another time, he’d play with those however he wanted. In his mind, she’d love it. He’d make sure she would.

Molly’s so soft and warm. He could fall into her and never leave. What the hell had he been waiting for?

But he has to be responsible. He’s going to be the best version of himself, because that’s what she deserves.

So instead of falling back in, Anwar shuffles over to his hamper, and drops her dress inside. He’s still not sure how women wear sequins, they’re too sharp.

He heads to the bathroom next, splashing cold water on his face. Anwar rubs the water over his beard, a little sad that he couldn’t keep Molly on him.

But she’s right there, staring at him, even if he doesn’t see.

She’s looking at his reflection, proud that she had left a mark.

His curly hair was sticking up in every direction, seeming to keep in the shape that her fists had left.

Anwar’s white dress shirt was soaked down the front, making her face get hot again. She did that.

He’s panting. She’d nearly drowned him, of course he was.

Molly raises her head, and squints a little more, seeing several marks on his collarbone. Molly laughs to herself when she sees Anwar puff out his chest, before he runs a hand over his face.

He lets out a groan when he realizes exactly how much he’d neglected himself. It’s a throbbing pain that he would have dealt with earlier if Molly hadn’t needed him.

Anwar takes care of it, not paying attention to his volume. Maybe he will say her name once. Or a few times.

He washes his hands off quickly, as a sad whimper breaks the silence.

Anwar looks in the mirror to see Molly, big cow eyes staring at him in the mirror.

“You could have done that with me.” Her voice is small, close to a pout, and it hits Anwar square in his chest. He would have loved to.

Anwar was planning on taking her again and again . . . and again. But he couldn’t scare her off. He keeps scaring people off, but this was going to be different.

It has to be, or he wouldn’t recover.

“Nah love, you’re spent.” He rolls into bed, moving Molly’s legs, so he could pull the sheets up.

She shifts over to look at him, trying to be tough still, “I am not!” But her voice doesn’t take on it’s usual edge. Ha.

“We can talk later, go to sleep.”

Molly narrows her eyes at him, making his chest flutter. She takes a soft hand and rests it at the side of Anwar’s face.

“I’m gonna make you do that tomorrow. Okay?” She says, barely audible.

“Okay.”

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Mereel would have a Sylveon.

Just take a look at these pokedex entries:

“Its ribbonlike feelers give off an aura that weakens hostility in its prey, causing them to let down their guard. Then it attacks.”

“When this Pokémon sights its prey, it swirls its ribbonlike feelers as a distraction. A moment later, it pounces.”

“Once a fight breaks out, it will unflinchingly charge at dragon Pokémon that are many times larger than itself.”

This is a crack headcanon, but also make no mistake I am dead serious about it. I imagine he rescued it off a socialite he was fishing after the op concluded. She’s much happier with Mereel. They Get each other.

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Bangladesh Football

At regular intervals, individuals of Bangladesh connect with themselves vigorously in the FIFA World Cup however Bangladesh is light years from it.This eagerness for the World Cup is proof theamount they love football.The energy is high to the point that they lift the national banners of their groups on housetops and take part in unpleasant contentions about their groups,similar to theyonce did during matches of nation's two archrivals - Abahani and Mohammedan.In any case, the individuals who once observed the best of Bangladesh football are presently woefully watchingthe most exceedingly awful of it.Present and previous players, authorities and fans all concur that nation's football has been is in this desperate state due to its imperfect structure, whichdepends on the clubswho work on gifts, in contrast to any created football countries.The Bangladesh clubs still keep up a novice (nonprofessional) approach with no future projects, including youth advancement,ground office, long haul concurrences with players, exercise center and others offices.During the 80s, 90s and mid 2000s, there would be football competitions outside Dhaka.Many top players of the timewere picked through such competitions.Also, with Bangladesh Football Federation (BFF), the game's overseeing body, apparently cheerful not to show any drive, to revers this there is little trust in thenation's football in notBack in the wonder days, how famous football in Bangladesh was for about 30 years from mid-1970s to mid 2000s may seem like a fantasy to theyouthful age, whoAlongside the club groups, the national football crew was likewise at the focal point of consideration of the football fans, who viewed their cherished side to battle neck-to-neckbefore goingdown to the present Asian goliaths - Japan, South Korea, Iran, China, and the then solid groups like Syria, Thailand, Burma [Myanmar], Bahrain, Oman in rivalries like Asian Cupqualifiers,The young men dressed in red and green had a savage challenge against India to set up the provincial amazingness.Presently however Bangladesh is even beaten by other South Asian minnowslike Bhutan and Nepal.Today, Mohammedan Abahani still play coordinates however can't draw swarm.Previously, hundreds or even a great many football fans would head out to Dhaka from different areas towatch

their group play.Kazi Salahuddin, Nowsheruzzaman, Monwar Hossain Nannu, Shamsul Alam Manju, Amalesh Sen, Badal Roy, Ashish Vadra, Abdus Salam Murshedy, Hafiz Uddin, Ashrafuddin Ahmed Chunnu, Wasim Iqbal, Sheik MohammadAslam, Monem Munna, and numerous others were at one time the commonly recognized names.Pakhi Sen and Corinthians skipper P Clark shake hand just before the match as ref Khaza Azmallooks on.They are the results of area football alliances and the school football competitions.Unfortunately, area football and school and school football is practically dead with scarcely any matches played inlocale and school-level over the most recent multi decade, compelling the pipelinesThis absence of skilled footballers drove Bangladesh to sit on its most exceedingly awful ever FIFA positioning.Be that asit may, nothing occurred over the most recent two years.Over the most recent 10 years, the BFF essentially centered around the purported proficient football association and the senior national footballcrew and spent a ton of cash on them.But then, the expert football association doesn't have a perpetual shape while the national football crew swallows rout in a steady progressionat the universal level.It has been a long cry from football intellectuals that the Federation must put resources into region level football to discover neighborhood abilities, train them and carrythem into thesquad as they do in other South Asian nations including India, Bhutan and Nepal.Panama's capability to FIFA World Cup has been talked about in football club all around.In1995, it was behind Bangladesh in FIFA positioning, at 150th while Bangladesh's position was 138th.Only 23 years down the line, the country of just 40 lakh individuals not just played6 Jul 2018 ... Every four years, people of Bangladesh engage themselves heavily in the FIFA World Cup though Bangladesh is light years away from it. Today, Mohammedan and Abahani still play matches but cannot draw crowd this enthusiasm for the world cup is evidence how much they love football. this is not a new-found passion though; rather a glorious past of football in bangladesh drives the football-loving people to be engaged in the greatest show on earth. the passion is so high that they hoist the national flags...

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Dr. Enamul Haque no more

Prominent entertainer, dramatist, academician and Ekushey Padak awardee Dr Enamul Haque died today around 2:30 pm at his home in Baily Road today. He was 78 years of age. The news was affirmed by his little girl, famous entertainer Hridi Haq.

Enamul Haque was brought into the world in Feni Sadar's Motobi region on May 29, 1943, to father Obaidul Haque and Mother Razia Khatun. He finished his SSC from Feni Pilot High School and HSC from Notre Dame College in Dhaka.

He finished his bachelor's and master's in Chemistry in 1963 and 1964 individually, from the University of Dhaka.

He joined the branch of science, BUET in 1965 as a speaker.

He procured his Ph.D. degree from the University of Manchester in 1976 in the field of engineered natural science. The gifted entertainer filled in as a post-doctoral exploration individual in therapeutic science there from June 1976 to May 1977.

Daraz Fashion Week উপলক্ষে আজ সন্ধ্যা 6 টা থেকে ফ্যাশনেবল পণ্যগুলো অর্ডার করুন মাত্র 9 টাকা ডেলিভারি চার্জে !! পছন্দের পণ্যগুলো খুঁজে পেতে ভিজিট করুন. * কেবলমাত্র ফ্যাশন পণ্যের জন্য প্রযোজ্য.

The devoted academician served for quite some time as the Dean of the Department of Chemistry in BUET, and two years in a similar college as the Dean of Engineering.

Dr. Enamul Haque composed his first TV dramatization, "Onekdiner Ekdin", in 1968. It was coordinated by Abdullah Al Mamun.

He appeared in acting with the tell fiction "Mukhora Romoni Boshikoron", created by Mustafa Monwar in 1968. He got going as an author around the same time. Until this point, he has composed more than 60 TV shows. He was additionally an establishing individual from an amazing theater group, Nagorik Natya Sampradaya.

His most renowned wrote works incorporate "Oneekdiner Ekdin", "Sheishob Dingulo", "Nirjon Shoikot", and "Ke Ba Apon Ke Ba Por". His eminent dramatic creations incorporate "Bibaho Uthshob", and "Grihobash".

The absolute most eminent acting appearances by Dr. Enamul Haq incorporate "Emailer Goenda Bahini", "Ei Shob Din Ratri", "Ayomoy", "Brihonnola", and "Amar Bondhu Rashed".

The entertainer was chipping away at his personal history, as affirmed in a past meet with The Daily Star.

Daraz Fashion Week উপলক্ষে আজ সন্ধ্যা 6 টা থেকে ফ্যাশনেবল পণ্যগুলো অর্ডার করুন মাত্র 9 টাকা ডেলিভারি চার্জে !! পছন্দের পণ্যগুলো খুঁজে পেতে

ভিজিট করুন.

* কেবলমাত্র ফ্যাশন পণ্যের জন্য প্রযোজ্য.

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2 killed, 3 injured in road accident in Pabna

2 killed, 3 injured in road accident in Pabna

At least two people were killed and three were injured in a road accident on Pabna-Rajshahi highway, adjacent to Pabna Sugar Mill last night. The deceased were identified as Md Jahangir Hossain (58), a reputed businessman of Pabna district, and his neighbour Monwar Hossain Ronju (55), reports our local correspondent quoting police. Quoting witnesses, Md Asaduzzaman, officer-in-charge of Ishwardi…

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More than 50,000 to 1 lakh cows are being sold in Gabtali

Today is just a couple of days outdoors out of Eid-ul-Azha. The biggest cattle market of the capital, Gabtali Korbani, has commenced promoting cattle. Traders are hopeful as at that place pleasure keeps proper sales of the demand within this pair days. On Tuesday (July 26) afternoon, the variety of customers has increased. Most over the cows are wight bought abroad of 50 millenary according to certain lakh. As the period goes by, the aggregation regarding beast income also increases. Farmers, house owners yet traders are additionally forasmuch the mild on hope. Rahman dealer came according to Gabtali demand from Ishwardi of Pabna. This time he has added 25 cows. Gabtali has committed function subsequent in accordance with the tower. In rejoinder in accordance with a question, he told Jago News, "I hold brought cows virtue a minimal concerning certain lakh or a most on 4 lakh rupees. So away I hold bought 8 cows. However, the income margin is exceedingly low. Because I cannot lecture what pleasure appears in accordance with my fortuitousness if I am hoping for more profit. ' Rana, a cattle provider beyond Kushtia in conformity with Gabtali, introduced 15 cows. As about Tuesday, that had offered six cows. He told Jago News, "I pleasure leave salvo I execute fulfill a profit. Because there are no earnings among keeping cows between the desire over higher prices. Each cow has a daily worth of about Rs.500. If I may promote it, I desire to survive. ' Dealer Rana said, "I don't like the mindset regarding the want at that time. Every era even is no place in conformity with an accept foot between the market. This age she is no longer into so condition. ' Ariful Islam has entered beyond Mirpur to buy cows at Gabtali Hat. He offered twins bullocks because of twain lakh 50 thousand rupees. His son Emon pronounced that used to be entirely joyful in conformity with purchase the cow. There hold been cows kind of mind. Nazrul dealer delivered 15 bulls beside Manikganj. So some distance she has sold 9 cows. Each cow has offered among 80,000 yet 95,000. He said, "The charge over the grain regarding the cows I am promoting is around 18 after 19 millenary rupees." This time I bear sold cows cheap of the thorp too, so I am in a position to sell to them at these prices. The income is no longer animal even much. I am awarded up because of a baby profit. ' Billal Hossain beside Cantonment bought twain gray bulls. The virtue has declined to three lakhs. He thinks he has received by means of buying a couple of cows. He stated the last yr these cows did not go away under IV lakh. Aziz dealer came to Gabtali demand with thirteen cows out of Pabna's Ataikula. Out of thirteen cows, seven cows have been sold. Four over them hold offered above IV lakh bulls. "I hold been at the market because seven days," he said. The speed of the market is now not good. So I need to promote it at mangy earnings and pace home. In the preceding year, certain epoch earlier than Eid, I had to promote cows along with impairment for the cloud yet return home. ' Monwar Hossain went in imitation of Gabtali Hat out of Jigatala. Before evening, he sold a bull because of 65,000 rupees. Dealers address the cow choice bear 4 yet a half pounds over meat. Mr. Monwar is dead happy to buy the cow.

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Remember me, darling (Molly x Anwar)

It's cotton candy, but edited.

Molly had been an exotic dancer someone had hired for the wrap party of Anwar’s film, “Tiger Eyes.”

Now normally, he’d say he was entranced by her body ( it’s a great body), but she also had some of the best weed he’d ever smoked. She went from “hot dealer” on his phone, but to one of his friends in the blink of an eye.

It was hard to remember what life was like before she got there.

And she’d made him laugh too.

But now it had been six months since she’d bullied Brad Pitt for his hideous shoes, and Molly’s settled on Anwar’s blue leather couch, snacking on some cut watermelon he’d gotten for her. The Golden Globes had been painfully long and James Corden had been too friendly.

Not that Anwar minded, Molly agreed to go with.She made award season feel better.

Now, her long, thin legs were casually stretched across his lap, and he’s thinking every single horrible thing to keep himself under control. Anwar sat across from all of his favorite people.

The lights were dim in Anwar’s living room. It felt cozy, but his glass doors were open, letting in the cool night air.

Molly’s wearing some sparkly dress she’d snatched from the lost and found bin from one of DiCaprio’s parties. The dress cost more than everything she owned, but she looked better than the original owner, Olivia Munn, so she kept it.

He was pretty sure that there’s a drinking game happening, but he's not paying attention.

“MAXXIE!” Anais, his social media manager, speaks, slurred, volume not fitting the room. She was wobbling even though she sat on a pillow on the hardwood floor. Her drink is half full, and it was her first.

‘Oh to be a twenty three year old lightweight…’ Anwar thought to himself.

“Shut up, let me talk.” Anais smacks Maxxie’s pale leg, though no one interrupted.

“When’s the last time you had sex.” Anais did a surprisingly coordinated shoulder-shimmy.

“About three hours ago.” Anwar and Molly glanced at each other. Her friend Thad, and his friend Maxxie, or “Thaxxie” as they were known, were insufferable. At this point, the rocking chair in his living room had become more their chair than it had his. Always draped over each other... ugh.

“At the show?” Asked Molly, before taking another bite of fruit.

“Yeah.” Thad adjusts his grip on his boyfriend, pulling him in for a kiss on the cheek.

“Molly, now you!” Maxxie tosses away the attention to the one person in the room who wanted it the least.

“What kind of sex?” Molly asked Anais, flashing a dazzling smile that kept her rent paid.

“Sex with a partner.” The pink-haired lush swishes her drink dramatically. Molly doesn’t breathe.

“Two years.”

Anwar choked on his gin and tonic. She stabs another piece of watermelon and pops it into her mouth. He watched from the corner of his eye as she chewed, and his work at keeping himself calm failed.

“No one can match my own hands,” said Molly, softly.

‘I can. I can outdo your hands. I can tie your hands above your head and you can watch me outdo them,’ he thought.

Anwar noticed her legs stiffening under his hands, and he felt a pang in his chest.

It’s Anwar’s. Molly had always felt safe here. But the room was painfully silent, and her cheeks were too warm.

“If you don’t wanna drink, you should get on Anwar’s lap. You’re practically there anyway.” Molly’s dark eyes flashed over to Anwar for a half second, before she retracted her legs.

“Who wants more snacks?” Molly’s voice takes an edge that Anwar hadn’t heard before. “Maxxie? More popcorn?”

“Yeah.”

The brunette flips her smooth hair over her shoulder and slinked away to the kitchen.

“Yeah,” says Maxxie. The friends in the living room were stunned. Maxxie and Thad had been fucking nonstop since they’d met. Molly had been getting . . . nothing.

“Go.” He hisses at Anwar, who’s lost in his own head, thinking too many graphic thoughts.

“What?”

“Jesus Christ of Fucking Nazareth, go after her!” Hissed the bleach blonde, reaching across and smacking the side of Anwar’s head.

“Oh shit!” Anwar stumbles, getting on his feet as the room of his friends faintly cheers. Nothing too wild or loud, the group was ranging between severely stoned and clearly the night was winding down

Molly was stabbing a pineapple like it owed her money.

Anwar paused for a moment, taking her in. Lovely. If he were half the man he wanted to be he would admit he was completely smitten, but he wasn’t, so he wouldn’t.

“Come to judge me?” She snapped, but Anwar didn't flinch. He simply leaned against the counter opposite of Molly, watching closely.

“Come to apologize for Anais, don’t put any stock in what she says.”

“I doubt my lack of orgasms are her fault. Or anyone’s fault.” The fridge hums in the quiet of the kitchen.

“Wanna find out?”

“You’re funny.” Molly scoffs at him.

“I am, I just got an award for it.” She put down her knife, but kept her head down.

“God, you must look so pretty when you cum . . .” Molly twitches, did he just say that? “How the fuck has no one ever gotten you there?"

She puts the knife down, and licks her fingers clean. Anwar’s face changes for a moment, but he pulled it right back.

"Guys don't care."

Anwar slowly steps across the kitchen, choosing a spot right by where she’s leaning, no closer than he usually gets to her, “Trust me, I could fix that for you.”

“How?” Anwar’s breath hitches. Molly chose to ignore how his eyes lit up at her question.

“Tell me more.” She states cooly, resting her hand on his wrist, before turning towards him. Molly keeps one manicured hand on the counter. It’s not because her knees were going to give out from the weight of his stare.

“Where would you even start?” Her tone was teasing, sarcastic, same as usual, but Anwar’s still having an issue keeping up. His stomach hadn’t done this many flips since he got his first role.

“Are you serious?”

“You're the one with all the tough talk,” huffed Molly, flipping her dark brown hair off her shoulder. “I have slept with six whole people and no one’s done it right. Put up or shut up.” She teased, poking him in the chest, but it backfired.

“Alright,” Anwar laughs lightly before he starts thinking. Molly smiles, but she’s watching intently. Anwar’s a lot smarter than people give him credit for.

“How about,” he taps his chin for a moment. Molly rolls her eyes. He always taps his chin before he says something dumb.

Anwar’s face changed, and so did the air in the kitchen, everything was starting to buzz in a low, amber glow.

“I,” he starts, “would use one hand to hold you up against this counter,” he shifted, blocking Molly in against the marble slab. He lowers his face down, not quite touching her ear. Her knees buckled.

“The other hand would pull your knickers down,” Anwar let a hand wander down Molly’s thigh, trying his best to ignore the fact that she was holding her breath.

Bring it home Kharral, tell her everything you want.

“I’d run a finger over this wet pussy until you're gasping for more.”

“Anwar…” Her voice is thin, high pitched, and it took everything Anwar had not to take a bite out of her thin, warm neck.

“Just like that,” he praises softly. If she were anyone else, he’d have her bent over the kitchen counter. But it’s Molly.

“Bet you’ve got a pretty pussy,” Molly whines, “I’d love to find out.”This couldn’t be what she thought it was. He’d just won his first golden globe, and he’s feeling celebratory. That’s it.

She hums lightly.

“Anwar…” Her voice felt softer, desperation creeping in at its edges. She wanted to hit back, she needed to bite his ears or something.

‘I could trail kisses down your neck until I’m biting at your pulse,” Anwar’s sharp nose traced Molly’s hot skin to her racing pulse. Her nails dug into his wrists. Something had to give. Someone has to break first.

“...what else would you do?” she asked, eyes screwed shut, taking in how his beard feels. She thought it might scratch, but it was soft.

Anwar had been trying to be a better man. He cut out the drugs, (most of) the drinking, he was getting about 7 hours of sleep each night. Therapy had been working well for him, but the old Anwar did sneak through the cracks occasionally.

This was one of those times.

“I just want your tits in my mouth, until you're screaming and begging for me.” Molly squeaks, his teeth grazed just below her ear.

“I bet you're beautiful when you beg,” He groaned into her,“You're such a fucking brat otherwise...” Molly let a squeak out at that.

“Maybe I’ll just keep you,” Anwar broke, just a little, letting his words muffle in the crook of her neck, “sweet little toy for me to come home fuck.” He’d have her spoiled, nice clothes, nice shoes, not having to grind on strangers for money, like she hated. She told him as much. She’d be clean and could eat whatever she wanted out of his kitchen.

“You’d never be cold, but you could wait for me on the bed, legs spread.” He lost track of his own voice now, Molly moved her warm hand to take a fistful of his shirt. She could have dragged him down to her, if she really wanted.

“You’d take me so well… I just know it.” Anwar let his hands trace down Molly’s stomach, smirking inwardly at the mental photo. She’d keep him in a vice, suck him right in. The sounds she’d make for him. . .

“You’d beg for mercy, on the edge of passing out,” she gasped, and the pins in her stomach were getting unbearable. The space between the two kept getting smaller.

“I’d have you fucked out and filled up every single time.” Molly’s shivered, clenching her jaw hard. Anwar won.

“Do you want that?” She nods her head a little too quickly, and it felt like Anwar’s chest was glowing.

“Yeah?” He’s smiling, but she can’t look at him.

“Yeah.”

“I’d take pictures,” Anwar hums into Molly’s ear. She let her mind wander to the poses he’d shape her into.

“I’ll keep you trapped in my wallet.” Molly’s teeth dig into her lower lip, she could almost draw blood. Knowing him, he’d probably put them up in his trailer. She didn’t mind.

“I don’t think I’d clean you until I had you again.” Molly leans herself forward, pressing into Anwar’s chest. He smells fresh and warm. It’s not fair. Molly was grinding her teeth trying not to grind into him.

It’s not fair- she had to take her power back, work him up just as much as she was. It was too difficult to do when you can barely look at someone.

He’s beautiful. Dark curly hair, long sharp nose. She saw it showcased in one of his movies. He’s absolutely stunning.

“I’d want to watch myself leaking out of you,” Molly squeaked, eyes wide and round,”it’s how it’s supposed to be, sweet girl.”

Sweet girl echoes in Molly’s mind, vibrating down her skin.

“I’d be at work dreaming about being in between your legs,” Anwar leaned slightly back, gently pulling Molly out of his chest, and tilting her chin up, “and you’d be waiting for me.”

There was a heated glance, and Anwar realized that he’d been panting just as much as Molly.

He liked having her chin in his hand. Anwar lets himself imagine what the rest of her would feel like.

“I want you. Tell me you know that.” It comes out as more of a desperate whisper, but Anwar doesn’t mind. He lowers his hands and watches her eyes tear up. Anwar lets his hand trace down her jaw. Molly leaned into his touch, tiny stars bursting in her stomach.

“I-I do.” Molly’s voice gets thin as Anwar gets closer, their noses almost brushing. She got bold and smoothes her hands up his arms to rest on his shoulders. Anwar’s vision almost went spotty.

“Would you be good for me?” He asked. Molly closes her dark eyes and takes a deep breath.

Her face wrinkled for a half-second, before she flicks open her eyes.

“Make me,” Anwar’s shoulders shook under her hands. And they both smiled. Real smiles, not the ones made for cameras or clients.

Anwar moves down slowly, softly brushing his lips to hers. Soft, sweet, and Molly felt it through her whole body.

She’d never kissed someone with a beard before. Her former partners all had clean faces, and in that moment she suddenly decided that had all been a mistake. Beards are the way to go.

This was it.

Molly just wanted to suck Anwar’s tongue. She didn’t notice how hard dug her nails into him, and he didn’t flinch.

She doesn’t notice how the counter dug into her back. It’s all Anwar.

She’d kissed a fair amount of people in her line of work. It had never been like this. It was like he was everywhere. His warmth, his taste, his smell, all of it hovered over her in a fog.

Molly was determined to remain calm, but it just didn’t work. She kept telling herself to step back, and that didn’t work either.

Nothing Is working except for him.

Anwar tried to remain calm, but it didn't work. He kept telling himself to pull back, even though he started this. She probably was just being nice, after all. It was a strange sensation to finally be taking what you’d wanted, and still be telling yourself to slow down.

When he bit into her lower lip, it just got harder, so he stopped. The pinpricks on his skin were getting almost unbearable, and he needed to breathe.

Molly whined as he pulled away, but he didn't go far. Some of her lipstick had gotten on his dress shirt, and she focused on the bright color while she took her breath back. He kept stealing it.

Anwar keeps his dark eyes down on her before shouting,“Maxxie, get everyone out!

Molly’s already tugging at his shirt, opening it halfway. Anwar thought he might die.

“Get fucked!” Maxxie shouted, seeming small from the other room.

“I’m trying!” Anwar shoots right back, and Molly takes a half-step forward, putting her face back into his chest, arms around his large, warm torso.

And in less than a minute, the two of them have scrambled up the stairs. Anwar had Molly pinned against his bedroom door, working their mouths together.

“You’ve never gotten head before?” He manages, between hungry kisses to Molly’s warm neck.

“I mean one time in college.” She tried, holding back a filthy, pathetic whine. It’s wasn’t going to be like that. Not yet anyway.

“Bad?” He asks, letting his hands wander down to her ass, mumbling something to himself.

“He just kind of rushed it to himself.”

Anwar pulls away, keeping either side of Molly’s face in his large hands. He wants to say “That’s stupid,” but he didn’t. He honestly didn’t get why it seemed as if most guys didn’t eat pussy. There was no better feeling than having your partner totally fall apart into your mouth.

‘An absolute waste’ he thought.

“I can fix that.”

“Bet you can’t.” Molly teases, trying to cling on to any confidence.

“You know I can.”

Anwar took her hips and guided her into the edge of his bed. Molly flopped down, and her long dark hair fanned out, making Anwar pause just to look.

He loved looking at her.

But Molly, flat on her back, gave way to the anxiety. He’s probably had hundreds of people here before her. This is probably a house for hoes. He gets around, and what was, not his friend, another number.

The fear makes its way to her bones, and he could feel it. Her eyes are shut, she’s got two fistfulls of sheets. That’s not correct, or fun, or what he wanted from her at all!

Anwar’s brows furrow and he leans down to rub his beard against her soft inner leg.

Molly yelps, “what are you doing?”

He takes another swipe across her other side, getting her to laugh and squirm. “This is supposed to be fun!” He yells pulling back to grab a pillow and wack her with it lightly. If this was a one-time thing, it’s supposed to be happy.

But it was supposed to be like this every day. This wass why they’d be so good together. Everything was better with Molly around.

His room certainly felt better with her here, that’s for sure. Anwar takes another swing with, and Molly squeaked with laughter.

“Hey, hey hold on.” Molly rests a hand in Anwar’s hair and tugs lightly. He pulls back and rests his chin on her tummy.

“Yes, what?” He’s smiling and Molly’s skin is on fire. He knew exactly what he wass doing.

“It’s not the stripper thing, is it?” Molly’s eyes flutter shut, dreading the answer. He’d not admit it- no man ever would- but it was usually a factor.

“Excuse me?” His voice was soft. “Most guys want the stripper, not the person.”

“That’s fucked,” Molly looks so small, like she’s about to fold in on herself.

“I’ve wanted this since the wrap party.” He replied, trying to keep the edge out of his voice.

“Are you kidding?” She squeaked.

“No, I’m not.”

A beat passed as they just looked at each other. Molly broke the silence first, jutting her chin up.

“Proceed. Still don’t think you can do it.” He laughed lightly, before falling back into her mouth, sucking and licking however he wanted.

Anwar enjoyed how Molly kept pushing into his hands, but he felt something odd over her chest.

There’s no way.

Anwar wasn’t this lucky.

No way, no fucking way.

“Are… are those piercings?” Anwar didn’t care how his voice jumped an octave. Every hair on Anwar’s arm stood on end.

“...Yeah?” Such a simple answer, but the word hit Anwar like a lightning bolt. If she changed her mind, he’d be heartbroken, destroyed, insufferable. He’d make it Maxxie’s problem, and that wouldn’t be fun for either of them.

Instead of using his words, he just goes after Molly’s bottom lip, moaning when she ground her hips up into his.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking hot.” He murmured into her mouth. Anwar’s a fucking geek, and still she’s underneath him with no desire to leave. But then he pulls back.

“Molly.” She blinked up at him.

“When I get you off, can I take you on a date?” This earned a giggle, sending a shock down his spine.

“If you get me off, you can take me on a date.”

“And if I don’t?” He rested his forehead against hers.

“I’ll laugh at you for a solid week for talking about such a big game. Also I want new shoes, to match.” She’d come over in sneakers, a stark contrast from the glittery cocktail dress.

“Deal.”

She panted, as Anwar pushed the hem of her dress up to her waist. Anwar watches carefully as Molly closes her eyes into his touch. It’s absolutely perfect.

But he’s quickly brought back when he sees...them.

Light blue cotton. They’ve got ruffles on the sides and they’re tiny. Part of him wants to take them off with his teeth, but Molly might not like that.

“I love these. Planning on getting lucky?” He asked, running a finger along the waistband. She twitched under his fingertips.

She stifled a moan on the back of her hand.

“I’ve been waiting for you to take me.” Heat that had been bubbling in Molly’s chest worked it’s way up to her face.

Anwar plants a soft kiss to her jaw, making it feel like some kind of reward for dressing up

“God you're such a slut for me aren’t you?” Anwar smiles into Molly’s mouth as she starts rocking into his palm, “Soaked through, grinding on me.” His words were half muffled, not pulling away from her mouth long enough.

“You look so cute and sweet, but you're just begging for it aren’t you?” Molly’s breath catches. She’d been called a number of things, but sweet and cute were never one of them.

“I-I can if you want.” Molly opens her eyes, trying to fully take in the person above her.

“Go ahead.” He prompts, pulling back to let her breathe. He keeps a hand on her stomach, and rubs a circle.

“P-please.” Molly’s voice shook, she could have passed away right there. The air in the room had long since abandoned her, and if she felt this good from a kiss (or several), how much better could good get?

“Please what?”

“Please, I need your mouth please.”

“Say no more,” Anwar planted a soft kiss on Molly’s covered mound, before directing her legs up, and sliding her underwear down, and tossing it away.

Anwar didn’t start slow, he never did. He gives her everything he has until her spine is bowed like that orange tree he had in his backyard.

“These boys can’t suck on you like I do, hm?” He murmurs into her pussy, sending the vibrations up to her heart.

“A-anwar.”

“You’re gonna be mine now.” It’s not a threat, or a command.

“Okay.”

“I’m gonna make you so happy.”

‘It sounds like a promise,’ thought Molly.

“Okay.”

He pinched her clit almost spitefully, making Molly’s whole body jump further into him as he lapped. Her grip on his hair tightened, as emotions bubbled up to the surface.

Molly couldn’t do this to herself, that’s for damn sure.

“F-fuck, Anwar please! I’m close.” She squirmed, her bejeweled dress digging into her skin.

‘You’ve been so patient,” moaned Anwar, “I won’t let you down.” And he didn’t.

Her eyes roll, her spine becomes a lightning bolt. She wants to cry but it’s too much of a shock. The sensation of being dropped from such a great height had her scared, but Anwar’s iron grip on her hips brought her back.

Molly wasn’t an idiot. She’d heard about this, she’d just never actually done it. Obviously.

She squirmed, shaking as Anwar sucked and lapped and tried to get as close as he could. One can’t get closer than having your face between someone’s legs, but he’ll be damned if he doesn't try.

Anwar was licking up everything she gave to him, breathing in her little moans and twitches. He was flicking his tongue as Molly’s breathing started to catch. She yelped when he hooked two fingers into her puffy, wet heat, and it brought her around again in two seconds.

As if it was simple, as if all of this time, it could have been as easy as this.

Her hand is clasped over her mouth, Anwar’s hands dug into her ass. The air seemed to be boiling, and everything he did just felt so good.

She melted into his mouth, more comfortable this time, completely lost to where she was.She took a breath and looked down, shivering when she registered what she’s looking at.

Anwar, his face is totally and completely soaked. It looked like he’d just been swimming. He had his typical, smug, snaggle-toothed grin.

“I’ve never done that before!” Molly’s voice cracking as her chest heaved. Her eyes are round and Anwar’s took this moment to keep it in his mind as a ‘happy place’.

“Can you do that again?” Anwar sounded like a kid, absolutely ecstatic.

She simply smacked him on the back of the head, and he laughed. She did too. Molly leans back down with a huff, legs starting to ache in a new, absolutely delicious way.

Anwar looks up for a moment to see her round dark eyes start to close. Her soft hair is around her like a halo, and he smiled to himself.

It’s enough for now.

Anwar set to work licking her clean. She was shaking and squeaking, but she didn’t push him away.

Anwar’s beard isn’t scratchy enough to have torn up her skin, and he’s thankful for that, she’s blankly staring at the ceiling, catching her breath.

She’s absolutely perfect.

“Roll over.” She does, Anwar slowly undoes the zipper to the back of her dress and pulls it off. The zipper had left an indent on her skin, he should have thought of that before. Fuck.

Molly shivered faintly as his index finger traced the dent on her spine.

Of course he sees the piercings too, but he can’t let his mind process.

If there was going to be another time, he’d play with those however he wanted. In his mind, she’d love it. He’d make sure she would.

He could fall into her and never leave. But he has to be responsible. He’s going to be the best version of himself, because that’s what she deserves.

So instead of falling back in, Anwar shuffles over to his hamper, and drops her dress inside. He’s still not sure how women wear sequins, they’re too sharp.

He headed to the bathroom next, splashing cold water on his face. Anwar rubs the water over his beard, a little sad that he couldn’t keep Molly on him.

But she was staring at him through the mirror, feeling oddly proud. Anwar’s white dress shirt was soaked down the front, making her face get hot again. His curly hair was sticking up in every direction, seeming to keep in the shape that her fists had left. He was still panting. She’d nearly drowned him, of course he was.

Molly raised her head, and squinted a little more, seeing several marks on his collarbone. Molly laughs to herself when she sees Anwar puff out his chest.

He lets out a groan when he realizes exactly how much he’d neglected himself. It’s a throbbing pain that he would have dealt with earlier if Molly hadn’t needed him.

Anwar takes care of it, not paying attention to his volume. Maybe he said her name once. Or a few times.

He washed his hands off quickly, as a sad whimper broke the silence. He saw big cow eyes staring at him through the mirror.

“You could have done that with me.” Her voice is small, close to a pout, and it hit Anwar square in his chest. He would have loved to.

Anwar was planning on taking her again. But he couldn’t scare her off. He keeps scaring people off, but this was going to be different.

It has to be, or he wouldn’t recover.

“Nah love, you’re spent.” He rolls into bed, moving Molly’s legs, so he could pull the sheets up over them.

She shifts over to look at him, trying to be tough still, “I am not!” But her voice is too soft and tired.

Ha.

“We can talk later, go to sleep.”

Molly narrowed her eyes at him, making his chest flutter. She took a soft hand and rests it at the side of Anwar’s face.

“I’m gonna make you do that tomorrow. Okay?” She says, barely audible.

“Okay.”

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Three police personnel, including a sub-inspector of Birganj Police Station, were injured as they came under attack by some land grabbers in the upazila yesterday. The injured are SI Bipul Hossain, 25, constables Mozibul Haq, 55, and Habibur Rahman, 30. They took treatment at Birganj Upazila Health Complex. Monwar Hossain, a witness, said there had been a longstanding dispute over an acre of land…