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Not blinking. Not saying a word.

Hardly had Melissa digested his statement when she felt the stranger guy insert two fingers into her moist pussy. “It’s okay if you want to roll your eyes but don’t take your glance off me. I want to see your face as I do this to you.” Even though she was a very shy person, Melissa nodded, agreeing to his terms. For the first couple of seconds, she managed to act upright but couldn’t take it anymore. “Look at me!” He commanded when he saw her closing her eyes. “I can’t.” She mumbled, with her eyes closed. “Why?” “I’m gonna come.”

"Not because they're meant to stay." She let out a small breath, then shook her head as if clearing it. "I hope there's nothing forbidden in the next one," she added dryly. Then she opened the diary again and turned the page. _____ Episode 16 – A Stranger's Voice The silk blindfold was cool against my skin, a luxurious contrast to the nervous heat flushing my cheeks. I'd agreed to this. I'd paid for this. The website promised "curated sensory transcendence," but the reality was a plush, silent room and a voice, a stranger's voice, that had just greeted me from the shadows.

"You don't need to force yourself to tell me anything." "I made a really big mistake last night." Slowly, with her friend's empathy, she mustered the courage to confess what she did. It was indeed a mistake, but she could not deny the fact that it was her decision that caused it to happen. If she had not been impulsive last night, she would not have been in such a dilemma. "We all make mistakes, Vi. No matter what happens, I'll be here for you." Via hugged Cassie tighter, afraid that her friend would change once she heard what happened. "I slept with a stranger last night."

She was slightly confused when he suddenly froze in place and locked his eyes on her. Could it be that her smile was that creepy? She winced at the thought before hearing him chortle out of the blue. "Because we're strangers," he said, making her head tilt to the side. "We're strangers with no connection; no relation; no history-we have nothing and got nothing to do with each other," he gave her a quick smile before gazing back at the sunset. "There are things we can't tell the people we care for because we don't want them to worry. We don't want to be a burden. And that's the reason why opening up to a stranger is sometimes easier-you can just spit out everything you wanted to say without f

I responded, pulling Dustin away from this rude Chinito-looking guy, and I could see the disappointment in his eyes as he looked at both of us. "Goodbye, Rui! I'll text you later!" Dustin said this while waving to Rui. "Dustin, you've only been here since this morning, and yet you can't stop yourself from flirting with a stranger. I mean, it's different here than it is in the United States," I felt like I was already acting as a big sister as I said that. "Uhmm, I'm actually from the United Kingdom, not the United States, and besides, I've been a good boy since I only received two numbers from those lovely girls I met earlier, plus another one from Rui," he bragged.

Especially since socializing is not my strong suit. I log on and wait for my first IM to arrive. M: Hey, how are you? C: Hard day but nothing a good conversation can’t fix. (It wasn’t a lie - A moment like this makes me wish I had someone to snuggle up with and forget). M: Care to share? C: With a stranger? I think not. What would he say? Sorry? Pity wasn’t what I needed. M: You don’t remember me, do you? C: Have we met?

ARIA. I slammed the laptop shut after the stream ended, my thighs still sticky and my pulse hammering like I'd just run a marathon. The chat had been feral tonight—thousands tipping for the way I rode that thick glass dildo on camera, legs spread wide for the lens, moaning their usernames like prayers. "CumQueen69," they called me. I liked it. Craved it. The rush of strangers watching me fall apart never got old. But the money was drying up. Rent was due, and my regulars wanted more. Riskier shit. Public edges. I wasn't sure how much further I could push it alone in my tiny apartment without getting arrested or bored.

I hadn’t even had time to brush my hair, and there he was, watching me as if I mattered. But then, he spoke. “Hi.” I blinked, unsure of how to respond. My mind was still groggy, struggling to catch up with the reality of this situation. I managed a quiet, “Hi,” while trying to pull myself together. I was suddenly very aware of how I must look. “Can I know your name?” he asked, his voice calm but with a hint of curiosity that made me hesitate. “I’m Clara,” I said quickly, wanting to end the interaction as soon as possible. I started to walk past him, eager to avoid further conversation.

Liam asked, his brows furrowing. She gave a faint smile. “Don’t you think that’s a very cheesy way to start a conversation?” He twirled her. And in that brief spin, she clapped her hands twice in rhythm before meeting his palm mid-air. For a fraction of a second, Liam’s breath hitched. That move. Exactly the same. Exactly like….. A snap of her fingers brought him back. “Mr. Turner, don’t strain your brain. We haven’t met before.” She said lightly, continuing her steps.