My blurry vision cleared as I kept peering. I raised my eyebrows, wanting to widen my eyes to improve my sight. My heavy eyelids fought me all the way. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but I felt that it was the only option to stay alive. Closing them
Dalene walked into the kitchen, boiled the kettle and went into the lounge. She returned a few minutes later and walked out with a cup in hand. That was the first time in years that she didn’t hand me a cup and discuss her schedule.
I stared at the silver figurine, reflecting the skyscrapers outside the window. I felt that it was long overdue. It represented twenty years of late nights, countless weekends and most public holidays that I had spent at the office. Whatever it took
My left leg convulsed as Cory continued to lick my pussy. His tongue coaxed a deluge to shoot out of my pussy, but I suppressed it. If I had released it, I would’ve sprayed his entire face, and I worried that he would be disgusted by the taste of my fluid.
As I delved deeper into my fantasy of Cory having his way with me, my phone beeped. I checked Cory’s message and wondered if I should take him up on his offer. I didn’t reply because I wasn’t certain about my decision. The answer would
The sun pierced through the gap in between the curtains, burning my face. I mumbled profanities at nature for disturbing my hibernation. Okay, we are in late March, but I still regard it as a breezy month reserved for bed activities such as scrolling
No matter where I was—work, home, gym, out with my friends—all I could think about was Emma. How could she ignore me? Surely what we shared was special to her the same way it was to me? I couldn’t understand the reason for her evading me.
Third one for the week, and yesterday was Friday. That’s a new record. Maybe I can add another one to the scoreboard by Sunday. My best was two new girls in a week. I think wearing suits has definitely upped my game. Chicks dig a guy in a suit.
We’re already halfway into January, and I don’t even have a date lined up. Last year was a complete disaster. I’m never using dating apps again. The losers on there are not only creeps, but some of them are con artists.
Losing my job to AI was a tough pill to swallow. Working remotely and earning a good income for the last seven years made me a homebody, leaving me friendless and single. At least, the money provided me with financial security.