Husky Voice

*Abandoning ship isn’t my style. It wasn’t hers either, but our circumstances ripped us apart. Now it’s not just a literal ocean standing between us. Francine Chirilova has no direction. After coming out of the closet leaves her without a family at age 18, the quick witted 25 year old has been forced to survive on her connections and kind personality. Throw in a rapidly decreasing appetite and a tendency to gravitate toward abusive women for a epic shit show. While recovering from her latest 4 year long mistake, she makes a strong, yet unlikely connection with her virtual best friend. Que in recovering alcoholic Vasilisa Krovopuskova, aged 26 from Siberia, Russia. After surviving a grueling upbringing on her own, trust is a difficult concept to grasp. Already having experienced heartbreak once before, she wasn’t looking for anything serious when Francine crash landed into her life via an online sanctuary for lesbians. With an ocean separating the two, neither Francine nor Vasilisa know which direction to swim in. Will they stay on their side of the world, or drown trying to get to the other? *Disclaimer* - Strong mature content. 18+, please Book one. To follow is book two: “Our Blank Canvas.”

Sudah cukup lama aku dan pacarku tinggal bersama. Suatu sore, adik pacarku tiba-tiba mengetuk pintu rumahku dan mengatakan ingin tinggal sementara bersama kami. Adik pacarku ini meski lebih muda belasan tahun dari pacarku, namun tubuhnya sudah sangat sintal, wajahnya cantik, matanya yang bening membuatnya tampak seperti seekor kelinci kecil yang polos dan belum mengenal dunia. Saat ia menatapku, bibir mungilnya sedikit terbuka, kemudian dia memanggil dengan pelan, nyaris seperti bisikan, “Kakak ipar…” Entah mengapa, sebuah perasaan asing merambat dari hatiku ke perut bagian bawahku, membuat napasku terasa lebih berat. Malam itu aku dan pacarku terus melakukan hubungan intim, kali ini terasa lebih panas dari biasanya. Namun di tengah keasyikan itu, aku sekilas menoleh ke arah pintu. Di sana berdiri adik pacarku, dia melihat kami berdua dengan pipi merah dan napas yang tidak teratur. Tangannya berada di antara kedua kakinya, terus bergerak di area itu…

Aku adalah wali kelas putranya, sekaligus ‘guru privat’ yang selalu siap dipanggil kapan pun. Semua ini bermula ketika dia memergoki rahasia terkelamku di ruang kelas setelah jam sekolah usai. “Bu Sri, videonya ada di tanganku. Jam delapan malam ini, di gudang peralatan olahraga. Kalau nggak datang, aku akan kirim ke grup orang tua murid.” Sejak saat itu, aku selalu memakai rok yang sopan saat pertemuan orang tua murid. Namun, di balik rok itu, masih ada bekas merah di lutut akibat kejadian di apartemen sewaannya dua hari yang lalu. Semua orang memujiku karena telah mendidik murid dengan sangat baik. Namun hanya aku yang tahu, bagaimana ayahnya mendidikku sepenuh hati di dalam kelas setelah sekolah sepi. Tentang bagaimana rasanya menangis tersedu-sedu sambil menyingkap rok sendiri. Dan yang lebih mengerikan, tubuhku justru bereaksi di tengah perlakuannya yang kasar itu….

Aku seorang wanita karir dengan jabatan cukup tinggi, tapi entah sejak kapan aku mulai menderita penyakit memalukan yang sulit dijelaskan. Saking parahnya, saat bekerja pun aku harus diam-diam ke kamar mandi hanya untuk memenuhi hasrat tubuhku. Aku tak tahan dengan ganguan ini, sampai akhirnya suamiku membawaku ke seorang dokter ternama. Katanya dokter itu punya cara pengobatan khusus. Namun, saat proses pengobatan berlangsung, tiba-tiba batang membara milik dokter itu malah menyentuh titik paling sensitif di tubuhku…

Aku adalah sang penempa di balik para it-girl masa kini. Tugasku sederhana… Mengubah setiap gadis-gadis polos bagai kertas putih menjadi pribadi menawan yang mampu menaklukkan hati siapa pun. Dan langkah pertamanya akan kumulai sendiri, melalui sebuah prosedur bernama uji kecocokan tubuh. Saat duduk di hadapanku, tubuhnya bergetar karena sentuhanku. Namun, dengan kepolosan yang naif serta hasrat yang ada, dia mengikuti ritmeku… memperlihatkan dirinya sesuai apa yang kuinginkan. Aku tahu… aku telah menemukan seorang “murid spesial” yang terbaik.

Keluargaku punya toko perlengkapan orang dewasa. Suatu hari, karena terlalu lelah, aku beristirahat di dalam toko. Tak sengaja, aku malah tersangkut di ranjang seks. Om Charles dari toko sebelah masuk. Dia mengira aku adalah produk mainan dewasa model terbaru! Tak disangka, dia malah langsung melepaskan celanaku….

On my wedding day, Levi Robbins' "close friend" Gina Fields suddenly fainted. Without hesitation, he dropped everything and rushed to the hospital, leaving me at the altar. My mother, witnessing this humiliating scene from her seat, suffered a heart attack. Yet, none of the guests bothered to help as they were too busy gossiping and laughing at my misfortune. By the time I managed to get her to the hospital, we had missed the critical window for treatment. Just then, Levi finally called, his voice urgent and demanding. "Caitlyn, where are you? Gina's condition is critical, and she needs your bone marrow!" "Levi, we're done," I said firmly, hanging up and walking away. This time, I would not look back.

Late one night after getting off work, I was scrolling through my company group chat when a colleague shared a piece of news. The headline was horrifying. "Night-Shift Courier Murdered During Delivery, Police Suspect Robbery." I zoomed in on the crime scene photo that had been partially pixelated, and a chill ran straight down my spine. Lying in a pool of blood, the courier who had been hacked to death was unmistakably me. I had scrolled into news of my own death. Almost at the same time, my delivery app began vibrating violently. "Urgent pickup! Destination: Unit 704 Hawthorne Ridge Apartments, Building 7. Time limit: 15 minutes. Penalty for timeout: Death." As I stared at the notification that read "Pickup failed three times", the searing pain of my brutal death surged through my body. So that was it. I had already died three times. When I forced open the half-closed security door of 704 for the fourth time, a thin delivery envelope lay quietly inside. I tore it open. A photograph slipped out. It was a picture of my dismembered body. The timestamp showed tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. On the back was a single line written in fresh blood: "Next time, remember to pick it up on time." At that moment, the red indicator light on the hallway surveillance camera suddenly went dark. I looked up. From the ventilation opening in the exact same spot, a single eye was staring straight at me. The mole at the corner of that eye was identical to mine.

My wife was gone for 6 months on a business trip. The day she returned, however, she was not alone. Hand in hand, my wife showed up with her lover—my client. This was not even the worst part—she was also 3 months' pregnant. My client, in all his beer-bellied arrogance, hurled the contract at my feet, smirking. "Mr. Carter, your wife has gone to so much trouble for this partnership. Truth be told, I would never, not even in a million years, have agreed to partner with you if it wasn't for her!" My wife caressed her pregnant belly and said smugly, "I was the one who successfully got Mr. Lewis' business! I'll let you have it, though, as long as you agree to get a divorce!" I tore the contract into shreds and roared, "You want a divorce? Fine! I'll give it to you, but I'll never sign this!"

I went abroad for a year to further my studies and kept in touch with my girlfriend through video calls every day. One day, I saw her first love posted a photo with a caption: [We are finally back together after ten years!] In the photo, my girlfriend was visibly pregnant, holding the arm of the man next to her with a sweet smile.