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.
My smile faded, despite my best efforts to coax happiness. The clock struck twelve, signalling the start of a new year. I held onto the railing, admiring the fireworks shooting above the skyscrapers. Although in the distance
Kimberly’s vehement expression about evidence incriminating Giovanni made me believe it was about more than an affair with a model. I considered asking her not to reveal the information to me because I didn’t want to be tempted to use it.