[katalina]“Your hymen is… twitching,” Hunter placed his hands on my breast as he licked my pussy.“Fuck!” I moaned. His tongue, swirling inside me is the best! That explains why most of my coworkers are fond of sex.Never knew in my whole god damn life that sex was this amazing!“W-Woah! H-Hunter,” my toes curled in the air. Something inside me is going to come out. Is this piss?Our gazes met. “I-I think I’m pissing and I’m losing control. G-Get out,” I warned him.But a naughty wink was his response. Damn you, Hunter! Don’t complain if my piss tastes bad!“Oh, shit, Hunter!”I can’t hold it anymore. I’m releasing it!“Ohh,” my body tensed.Hunter slurped all the juices that came out from my pussy. He found his way to my lips and I answered his kisses.He pulled away from me. “It’s not a piss. That’s orgasm.”I could taste how sweet my juice is.“Oh,” my cheeks flushed. He softly chuckled and lay beside me. “How about you make me cum using your mouth?”“C-Cum?”“Yeah. Like the orgas
[katalina]Sunlight caressed my eyelid.What time is it now? What happened?Those were the questions that popped inside my head. Confusion has gotten all over me.I felt tired. As if participating in a marathon.Remaining my eyes closed, I pulled the warm teddy bear closer to my body.My forehead creased.Why is this teddy bear warm? Did I forget to turn on the air conditioner last night? And… why does he smell so good? Like I am certain that I smelt this scent before. My mind in the morning is just juggling, unable to realize and process things quickly. Moving my head closer to the teddy bear.Why is there a strand of hair touching my nose? And it smells like a men’s deodorant.My heart pounded fast when I heard a snore.Oh shit! What did I do last night? What the hell did I do last night!? I was too nervous to open my eyes. Nor to move a single limb. Fright, bewilderment and the feeling of taking a piss every morning has mixed in my emotions.My soul almost left my body when a bi
[katalina]My eyes are swollen. Staring at the television non-stop. I forgot to mention that my tears are uncontrollable too.For others, the dilemma of my tears is shallow, but my level of sensitivity does not compromise with others.It sucks that my head tells me my mission is over and my undercover was a failure. Whatever I said in the past about enjoying the journey and stuff about my undercover, indeed, regrets don’t always come first.The bags of chips and cans of soda were scattered on the floor. It has been a week since my feet stepped inside the bathroom. I don’t need someone telling me how my odourC badly reeks.Lazy, tedious, exhausted, broken, and miserable in one. Every night, falling asleep has been so hard. It drains the hell out of me.On the other hand, I don’t know if I should be relieved. Hunter bombarded me with messages, expressing his concerns about my absence from his company.Yes. I didn’t show up. He doesn’t need an explanation. What the hell would I tell him?
[hunter]It’s the fourth meeting in the morning.Seven days since I last saw Amanda.Where is she now? Is she mad at me? The exact question that travels in a circle inside my head. Her whereabouts are out of my reach.The previous three meetings were nothing for me. My mind couldn’t process what the speaker said or would I want to understand every single bit of our conference.Amanda occupied my thought and my h…It’s too early to say. But the excitement and thrill rushing through my veins when she’s around is unexplainable.Whenever we’re together, the paperwork are easy to accomplish, and the hardest days seemed light.By far, she was the best personal assistant I have ever had.Well, never had one. My business has just started blooming. And at my peak of success, faith brought Amanda in my life.Sometimes, I look up in the sky if I deserve Amanda on top of my success.The night we met was unforgettable.I find it hard to believe that she was lost at first.Well, the first week I s
[hunter]Who the fuck bashed my skull? Damn it!“Fucking hell!” groaning in pain as I hold my head. What is happening to me? Is this migraine or some serious shit?”My ears perked up in a bad way when I hear a simultaneous knock on my door. It just made me irk to filth.“Boss? Boss?”I sighed. It’s Ian.“What is it that you want?”“Open the door.”“I’m tired and my headache is killing me slowly.”The next thing I heard was the keys jingling and the nob twisting. Even opening my eyes tires me to filth.Ian sniffed. “It smells like a rotten rat here.”I don’t need to open my eyes just to see his disgusted face. I chuckled. “You don’t have to state the obvious.”Fluttering my eyes open upon hearing the bottle crashing against each other. My gaze met Ian’s.“You’ve been drinking the whole day. No meal at all,” his sermon.Clicking my tongue as the pain radiates from my head. “This explains the severe headache.”“A little bit of alcohol would fix that,” he said in a serious tone.I looked
[katalina]“Amanda, please, let’s talk,” Hunter begged. His eyes were like mine. Both bloodhsot red from crying.Glancing heavenwards, praying from the heavens to stop myself from crying. It’s painful.“You have to leave, now,” I sternly uttered.No matter how hard I tried to project a resting bitch face, it’s hard. “Please,” this time, it was me who begged him.Hunter shook his head. “No,” he responded, sounded like a spoiled child getting mad for not buying his toy.“You’re drunk, Hunter. I’ll call, Ian—”“Why won’t you fucking tell me the truth!” he yelled.I was stunned.He wiped his tears. Never in a million years did I expect soeone as Hunter to cry this hard for me.“W-Was it because I took you?” he asked. Hunter scoffed. “The saving all your virginity crap for your future husband?” mockery is audible in his tone.My cheeks flushed amidst the tears flowing from my eyes. “W-Who told you?”Hunter clenched his teeth. “I knew it!” he stood in front of me.He pointed himself. “Do I
[katalina]Monday came.Three days passed about my commotion with Hunter. I don’t know how I should feel about it.One thing is for sure.My conscience is devouring me alive.I haven’t been halfway through my mission. But my heart is overpowering my brain. And it tells me to stop this madness. And runaway.Not because I’ll die from shame— which I will feel eventually— but because, catching feelings for Hunter was never part of the plan.The car honk outside. Ian is here. While I was heading out of my apartment, my phone rang.My editor’s name appeared on my phone screen. I ended the call.Ian was outside the car, waiting for me. He waved his hand. And I responded the same. My mouth opened and was about to greet him good morning, but my phone rang again.Unconsciously, due to the raging irk radiating from my inside, I answered the call, “What!?” my voice sounding pissed.“W-Woah. You still mad at me?”Pulling the phone away from my ear, it was then I know that Hunter was calling me and
I walked one by one and stopped at the door. They couldn't see me from here because they had their backs turned and were happily talking. I leaned my head against the doorpost, looking at Hunter's parents. We are at this villa. And Hunter offered that I will cook food for us all. Not to mention that we came here so damn early. I’m still sleepy and slightly pissed that Hunter offered my service without asking for my permission. I mean, the stakes of getting roasted behind my back because my food doesn’t taste good is critical! But it made me wonder also. When will I see my relatives or my birth parents? After all these years I didn't harbor too much anger towards them. At first, yes. But eventually, I learned to forgive them. I don't know the back story of why they sent me to the orphanage. The loud laughter and giggles of Hunter and his uncle and aunt, also made me smile while looking at them. It's nice to have a complete family or know some of your relatives. At that time, even