Sonnet 18 Poem

My dad called me right after I got paid. He said my little brother needed money for school, Grandma had medical bills, and there was still the rent, water, and electricity. Then, at the end of the call, he admitted he’d lost money gambling. I sat in the security booth, rubbing my bad leg, completely lost for what to do. A car horn blared, and I quickly raised the security bar. Just one look and you could tell how expensive the car was. It belonged to the boss, who had a thing for amputees. Damn it.

กลับบ้านช่วงวันหยุดรอบนี้ ฉันอุตส่าห์จองตั๋วรถไฟแบบนอนได้แท้ ๆ แต่พอตกกลางคืน ตอนที่นอนอยู่บนเตียงแคบ ๆ นี้ ฉันเหลือบตามองผู้ชายร่างใหญ่ที่นอนอยู่เตียงข้าง ๆ แขนล่ำกับไหล่กว้างของเขาเด่นชัดแม้จะอยู่ใต้แสงสลัว……จนฉันรับรู้ถึงความรู้สึกแปลก ๆ ที่พลุ่งพล่านไปทั่วร่าง ฉันซุกตัวอยู่ในผ้าห่มผืนเล็ก ความรู้สึกแปลก ๆ แผ่ซ่านไปทั่วร่าง ชายเสื้อและกระโปรงถูกถลกขึ้นเล็กน้อย ปลายนิ้วเรียวสวยค่อย ๆ ลูบไล้เข้าไปตามชายผ้าอย่างแผ่วเบา ร่างกายฉันร้อนรุ่มจนควบคุมไม่อยู่ ขาทั้งสองข้างสั่นเกร็งและหุบเข้าหากันอย่างไม่รู้ตัว ฉันขบริมฝีปากแน่นเพื่อกดความรู้สึกเสียงซ่าน แต่บางครั้งก็เผลอหลุดเสียงร้องที่น่าอายออกมา และสิ่งที่ฉันไม่เคยคาดคิดเลยคือ ในความมืดนั้นมีดวงตาคมกริบคู่นึง……กำลังจับจ้องทุกการเคลื่อนไหวของฉัน

I'm a killer who accidentally sleeps with a mafia boss twice. The first time, I walk away without saying anything, leaving behind nothing but a note and a bank card. "Fantastic night. Thanks." The second time, he lands himself at the top of the killer hit list and has a sky-high bounty placed on him. Later, he traps me in his room as I fade in and out of consciousness, drowning in his presence. He holds my hand and aims my gun at himself with a chuckle. "You're shaking so badly. Can you even keep your gun steady?"

"Be a good girl and raise your hips now. The supportive treatment isn't working anymore. I need to personally help you with it." I'm a campus belle with a carnal addiction. After practically draining my boyfriend dry with my urges, he's worried that I might cheat on him when my addiction flares up, so he tells me to get my condition treated at the campus infirmary. But little do I know that the doctor's method of treating is very unique. He even takes off his pants and nudges his hardened member against me…

„Herr Doktor, sind Sie bald fertig? Ich halte das nicht mehr lange aus.“ In der Universitätsambulanz lag ich auf der Untersuchungsliege, den Blick vollständig vom Vorhang verdeckt. Das Instrument schob sich noch ein paar Zentimeter tiefer vor, und so sehr ich mich auch beherrschen wollte, ein gebrochener Laut entrang sich mir. „Nein!“ Der Arzt jedoch schwieg und bediente nur seine Geräte weiter, hob meine Beine dabei noch ein Stück höher.

"Please, stop pushing. I can't take this anymore." The concert venue is packed tight. A man behind me keeps pressing into my backside. I'm wearing a mini skirt today with a thong underneath, and it only makes the situation worse. He lifts my skirt and presses himself against my hips. As the atmosphere heats up, someone in front of me slams into me, and I stumble back a step. My body stiffens as I feel like something just slid inside me.

"Ah… Slow down… My husband hasn't even ended the call yet…" I slump on the floor with my butt raised high. As I listen to my husband's instructions, I continue to shift positions every now and then. Meanwhile, the gym trainer has one hand latching onto my hip while smacking my butt heavily with the other. Under my husband's instructions, he thrusts forward heavily…

No one knew that I was a sex addict until the company's team building exercise. I had forgotten to bring my medicine along for that night and was assigned to a tent with a male colleague. I was in tears as I climaxed right before his eyes, and now that there was no turning back, my impulses spiralled further away from control…

"Peter, should I go faster?" I was on my knees on the yoga mat, leaning forward, my hips moving in sharp, rapid motions. Meanwhile, my hands just kept working my chest, squeezing and rubbing. Behind me, the rest of the class just watched, their eyes fixed on the way my body moved. "Not bad. Keep that pace. Now let's move on to some hands-on practice." As soon as the instructor said that, he pulled off his pants and positioned himself beneath me.

"A... Ayah Mertua, ja... jangan gini, ini... ini sangat memalukan." Ayah mertua menahanku di depan jendela besar, dia mengangkat salah satu kakiku dengan satu tangan, sementara tangan lainnya menekan dan meremas payudaraku dengan kuat. "Apa yang memalukan? Lihat orang-orang di bawah sana, betapa mengasyikkannya ini."