Mag-log inThat same evening, after Vanessa’s teasing left me rock hard and frustrated, I couldn’t take it anymore. Mom had gone to bed early, complaining about a headache, and Vanessa had disappeared into the guest room. I needed relief, and I needed it so badly. I texted Sophie, a girl I’d been seeing casually. She snuck in through the back door like we’d done before. We barely made it to the upstairs bathroom before clothes started coming off. The second the door clicked shut, Sophie dropped to her knees and pulled my cock out. She took me deep into her mouth, sucking with enthusiasm. I groaned, gripping the sink as her tongue swirled around the head. “Fuck, you’re so hard tonight,” she murmured, looking up at me. I didn’t answer, all I did was just closed my eyes and let her work, imagining someone else’s mouth instead. Someone older and more forbidden_Venessa I pulled her up, turned her around, and bent her over the sink. She braced her hands on the counter, arching her back as
I was lounging on the couch scrolling through my instagram account when Mom’s excited voice came from the front door.“She’s here! Vanessa’s finally back!”I sat up, feeling a bit curious to how she will see me now, since it had nearly been a decade since she last saw me. Vanessa had been Mom’s best friend since college, the one who used to visit every summer when I was growing up. She always treated me like a little kid back then, she loved ruffling my hair, calling me “kiddo,” teasing me about how scrawny I was, and laughing when I got all red-faced and shy. I hadn’t seen her in years,.and now she was back for a month, staying with us while she handled some family stuff nearby.The doorbell rang, and of course mom rushed to open it, and I followed a few steps behind, trying to look casual.The moment the door opened, Vanessa stepped inside like she owned the place. She looked incredible, she was in her mid-thirties but she was still looking like she was in her prime. She had long da
The next few days became a really slow kind of torture, because Mr. Blackwood always kept finding reasons to keep me close to him. He asked me to bring him tea in his study, and even to help him choose which tie to wear for meetings, even to organize his wardrobe while he watched from the doorway; every single interaction felt filled with unspoken tension. His eyes would linger on my body a little longer than necessary, and his hand would brush against mine when I handed him something. Once, when I was dusting the shelves in his bedroom, he stood so close behind me that I could feel the heat radiating from his body against my back. I was constantly wet, and I couldn't just stop the slickness between my thighs whenever I saw him. Almost every night I would lie in my small bed touching myself, imagining it was his hands instead of mine. I always felt guilty and ashamed… but I couldn’t stop. The more he teased me with his presence every day, the more I craved him. Presently, I was tu
The next few days passed in a strange kind of haze, and I rarely saw Damien. But anytime I saw him I couldn't ignore the ache I felt in between my legs. I tried my best to focus on my work. I cleaned the marble floors until they shone, I even dusted every single surface in the grand library, I also polished the silverware until I could see my reflection in the spoons, and made sure Mr. Blackwood’s study was always perfect. But no matter how hard I tried to keep my mind focused on my duties, my thoughts kept drifting back to him—Damien Blackwood. Every time he walked into a room, the air seemed to be filled with not just his cologne but his presence. He always moved with such alluring confidence, and his tall frame and broad frame were always filling the space in the room, and his deep voice was always giving short, precise instructions. He barely looked at me most of the time, but when he did, his gray eyes would linger just a second longer than necessary, and it made my stomach f
I stood nervously at the grand entrance of Blackwood Manor, clutching my small suitcase tightly with both hands. The mansion was even more intimidating in person than it had looked in the photos. It had tall stone walls, perfectly manicured gardens, and floor to ceiling windows, which could give a perfect view of the city. At nineteen, I had never worked in a place like this before. I had spent most of my life in our small village, helping my mother with chores and learning how to be a proper, modest girl. But now I was here as the new live-in maid.Mr. Damien Blackwood, was the owner of the estate, he was a very wealthy and powerful man. Everyone in the village spoke about him with a mixture of respect and fear. They said he was cold, demanding, and extremely handsome. When the agency told me I had been selected for the position, my mother had been both proud and worried.“Be a good girl, Elara,” she had warned me before I left. “Keep your head down, do your work, and stay pure. Men
Weeks later, 9:00 PM. I stepped out of the cab, my body aching in a way that had nothing to do with emotions—just work. Client after client, satisfying them. I stretched my neck slightly, exhaling as I walked toward my apartment. “God… I’m exhausted,” I muttered, digging into my bag for my keys. Still… I wasn’t complaining, because it pays well. That’s what mattered. I was just about to unlock my door when I heard someone call me. “Hey, Aria.” I froze for a second, then I turned. It was Charles, standing a few steps behind me. I blinked, surprised. “Hey…” He rubbed the back of his neck slightly, like he wasn’t sure how to say what he wanted. “Um… I was thinking…” he started, then paused. “Would you maybe want to have dinner with me? I cooked. And… I’d like someone to taste it.” I raised a brow slightly. Someone? Like I’m the only neighbor here. I almost laughed, but instead, I smiled. “Oh, really?” “Yeah.” There was something almost… genuine in the way he said it. “Alright,”







