The earlier excitement was still coursing through my veins. After I got back into my room, I run into the bathroom with my trembling legs and brush the left over taste of his load away from my mouth.
Regardless, up until this moment, my cheeks are burning as the intimate scenes flash before my eyes. Fortunately, the kitchen is deserted or it would be really indecent to think of something perverted in front of other people.
My grip on the crystal clear glass tightened, sighing my eyes roam the place. It was dark and silent and not a single soul was in sight.
I took glass after glass of ice-cold water to press the heat inside my core down, yet it was proven futile.
Living a celibate life, right after barely having a taste of carnal desire is really challenging.
It actually does not make any sense, does it? I am sexually frustrated, alright?
I let my
Good morning readers! I hope you guys are doing great! I want to take this opportunity to thank you, for reading and supporting Helga and Martin's story. I hope to be with you guys longer however, the story is about to reach its climax so.... let's see (*hide) And, if you're interested to visit my other story, A Deal With The Cold Beast (it's free for now), but you can only read it at the desktop site. Regards, Spencer
Good day, readers! This chapter is not an update. (Worry not, GN says that this will be free *grin) Thank you for making it here! I am so happy to know that you are reading the story and I hope you are enjoying it! The second book for this series: Black Society, is also next on the line! Roberto is waving, uh, who is he? Or not- Books to be: (language undecided though could be either Tagalog or English *collapsed) The Youngest Prostitute His Perfect Mistress Please do drop a review of this book if it is to your liking and let me hear from you! It will mean a lot to this poor writer. Again, thank you! Your ghostly author, Spencer 👻
"Stop fooling around!" I warned while my gaze focused on Martin's cream covered chin. Holding the shaving device, I gripped his shoulder for support as I carefully run the blade across his chiseled jaw. It was my first time to shave a man's face and it was a novel feeling. Although I was a bit afraid that my clumsy hands would create a cut on his flesh, it was nonetheless exciting. "You're doing this on purpose, right?" Martin asked, looking aggrieved and pitiful, completely out of his character. As if the mask that he usually wore has flown out of the window while riding through the wind. "You are overthinking. Just stay still and this will be over soon enough," the corner of my lips curved into a satisfied smile. "C'mon be a good boy and this aunt will give you a candy bar!" My pitch rose at the end. I honestly could not help it. Okay, I am sorr
"I think you have a guest before me." The man's gentle voice drifted swiftly against the wind, but the shock it brought, made my heart tremble. My face instantly paled before heat travelled from the bottom of my neck up into my cheeks painting my skin with an abnormal flush. His voice sounds suspiciously identical to the person from last night! "...." Pressing my embarrassment down, my line of sight swept towards Martin. The man was tall and I can only reach his shoulder giving me no choice but to stretch my neck in order to observe his expression. His jaw was inexplicably clenched while his lips are pursed on a thin line. He looks as eye catching as ever with his beard gone, as his long hair that was wrapped into a bun occasionally swayed in the air. Martin never uttered a word but simply nudge my arm as his eyes turned sharp. Withdrawing his gaz
"What are looking at?" I almost jumped out of my skin upon hearing Martin's cold voice from behind, who appeared like a ghost. My back turned stiff as embarrassment flooded my veins. Feeling a bit guilty, my mind becomes flustered. How I wish I could just drill a hole to hide myself in! Shaking myself out of stupor, my brain quickly cultivates a bunch of excuses. "Oy, Martin there you are!" Waving my other hand while straightening my back, I tilted my head towards him as I began spewing whatever my mind could produce but ends up uttering a bunch of barely put rubbish. "Beltran is cooking and you might want to entertain your guest first, so I'll head back to my room, ha-ha!" While weaving lines of nonsense, I deftly slip out of the kitchen, with my hand pasted over half my face conveniently covering my
As my consciousness was pulled into the abyss of phantom dreams, fragments of memories that I wish to remain buried began unfolding before my closed eyes. That chilly evening, the crescent moon leisurely hung up in the sky. Looking down at the vast sea of shimmering lights from innumerable buildings, like a satisfied monarch overseeing his thriving land. After two months of staying in a completely foreign soil my only companion, Patricia, and I, have decided to stay out. Darkness has long descended upon the once bustling street, yet some establishments still welcomes their respective guests, promising a night filled with excitement. 'We should have done this before! I feel like we have missed out a lot for these past years!' Patricia's lively yet slurred voice elicited a giggle from the back of my throat. The dazzling light coming from behind us, signif
It was early morning. The sun hangs up in the sky while the occasional chirpings of little birds rode against the wind as it rustles leaves after leaves in mischief. The table was filled with steaming hot dishes and table wares neatly arranged for the people to simply use them as they like. The man with his glasses perched atop his proud nose, peered into the woman with flush cheeks resembling a ripe tomato. The tip of her ears is suspiciously red, with her lower lips held captive in between her perfect set of teeth. What is wrong with her? Retracting his eyes from her, his eyes inadvertently trace the object of the woman’s attention. His jaw clenched, as his gaze lead him towards the direction of a man who has an irritatingly gentle smile playing on his lips. He frowned. "Helga, please do lead the prayer before we start our meal," Beltran muttered unaware of the man's
“What do we need to talk about?” I couldn’t help but take a step back. Unconsciously giving him enough space to enter, as his sight briefly rake over my figure. Clearing my throat in a gamble to shirk the tense atmosphere away, I withdraw my gaze from him as I suddenly recall that I am only wearing a robe with nothing underneath except for my undies. I uncomfortably wave my hand and gesture towards the couch situated near the floor-to-ceiling window. Fortunately, Martin lifted his legs without saying anything while still carrying his serious and unflinching face. “I don’t have coffee to offer you, but do make do with the wine on the table if you’d like,” shifting my weight unto my other foot, I incoherently mumbled, as my guts are getting antsy, I proceeded, “And if you don’t mind I’ll just finish my bath in a minute, so I’ll be going.” Just as th
‘Why do you have a grave when you're here, alive and kicking?’ ‘Martin perished, but I don't.’ ‘What do you mean by that- ‘ ‘Hush, I'm not in the mood to answer questions but l am in the condition to bang you.’ He perished? Martin’s words keep ringing beside my ears causing ripples of confusion to form inside my brain. How can that even be possible? He clearly played a trick against me. Chasing the unwanted thoughts away, my attention was shifted into the fast-moving scenes through the glass window. The car's speed gradually slowed as the traffic increases. It was an early morning so it was expected to use the road at the same time as those employees who are on the way to their respective works. Pedestrians are similarly congested as their feet shuffled towards their building, al