I pushed him back towards the mattress, taking the lead.
Despite being aggressive moments ago, the man was a virgin. The moment I got him naked, and I was naked below him, he froze. His eyes never leaving mine, a blush on his face. And so, I rolled us over, taking the lead because I was already so ready for it that I don't want to get blue balls especially since I don't have balls to begin with.
"This was the only thing your old accountant left?"Markus's arms were around my waist, my back against his chest. His chin was right at the crook of my neck, looking over the notes that were in front of me. I dozed for just about a few minutes. I woke up automatically when I realized I was still very much naked and sweaty. That and I was awakened when I felt something trailing along my back, and something hard poking my belly.Aft
“Are there any more biscuits?”I was just about to pull a fresh new batch of biscuits from underneath the huge buffet table when Helen stopped my hand. What was she doing? I turned my head to look at her and was actually a bit surprised when I realized she wasn’t even looking at me. She was frowning. And she looked disappointed. Which made me frown too.I look back at the little girl who asked and shook my head. “Sorry, no more biscuits.”Sighing the little girl’s face falls and she walks back towards her shabby table. I was currently wearing a simple white sundress covered by a cute pink polka dots apron. It was my usual apron whenever I cooked or baked. Not that I ever did those things. I usually just ate the leftover meals at Ardere. You w
Blushing, I instantly wave my hands around my face to motion no.“No, no.” I say, louder than I intended. “I’ve never thought about it yet. Not to mention I came from a really big family. When I mean big, I really mean big. I know how costly it would be.”The young woman looked at her from head to toe.“You don’t look like you need that much cash to me.”That was a common misconception when people looked at me. It wasn’t that I was low on cash. I just had invested on the right things. I knew that my image would be something that I should take care of. It was my source of income after all. That’s why my expenses that was supposed to be for food went to my expenses fo
I knew something good happened to Keira when she immediately launched herself to me when I stepped inside the dressing room.She had her arms circled around my neck, almost toppling me over to the ground in the process. You would know that there was a slight problem with her sense of embarrassment since most of the other strippers at Ardere barely batted their eyelids at how loud we were.“Babe?” I choked out. She was squeezing the air out of me. “Ease up a bit, I can’t breathe.”“Oh,” She muttered, not at all sounding sorry. “I was just soooo happy!”Then she jumps down and hurriedly pulls me over to her side of the dressing room. In front of her dressing table, was a fr
It wasn’t as fancy as the one she got.That bitch. But still, it was pretty, nonetheless. It was a Stuart Weitzman suede pump in dolce taupe shade. It was simple, but extravagant, nonetheless. I could easily pair it up with one of my tight leather pink dresses and call it a day. The mere thought that she would spend something on me made tears prick the corner of my eyes.I wasn’t always this emotional, but she got something for me.My own parents haven’t even gotten me anything.“B-babe…” I sniff, already feeling tears dripping to my chin. “You d-didn’t have to.”
The first thing that I thought of when I moved into my apartment to live independently was that it sucks to come home and feel alone. I had watched countless movies where the lead would scream ‘Honey, I’m home!’ and not get a response back because they lived alone.I’ve always thought it was sad and depressing whenever a character in a book or a film does that. And so, when I first felt the power of loneliness on my first week of solitude in my apartment, I went out and changed it. I didn’t like being alone, but I also didn’t want some other person inside the apartment with me.I got the next best thing.“Is that a fucking snake, Mattel?!” Holly Trinity scree
“It might seem hard, but did you know that a neuroscientist had a study that said forgetting is adaptive. Regardless of whether you want to or not, your brain would remove small details about an event that happened to you. Until you can’t remember it anymore.”Eric, if that was his real name, sniffed again. Wiping the tears that pooled in his eyes. He was an adorable pudgy man. He wasn’t exactly my type, since it didn’t seem like his wallet was as pudgy as him, but he was a good conversation. After my set, he had pulled me over and asked me to sit with him.At first, he had pulled me to sit on my lap and buried his face on the crook of my neck.I usually don’t allow that, but soon afterward, I found the reason why he did so. He was crying.
“Excuse me, Sir,” Big Mama was already narrowing her eyes at Markus. He wasn’t really wearing a suit that shouted I’m Rich! so of course, Big Mama wouldn’t want him anywhere near her girls. Especially me, I often made the best tips here. “Would you be paying for her time?”I peek through Big Mama’s side to smirk at Markus. “Don’t bother, Big Mama. He won’t pay for anything.”It wasn’t surprising that he glared at me.Ha! Take that, you cheapskate. Big Mama huffed, raising her nose pointedly up the air. The thing she hates more than losing money are customers who don’t want to pay money. At the start of Ardere, she didn&rsqu