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Happy Drops

Even though she knew how twisted it was, Myra couldn’t break out of the routine – of adding a few ‘happy’ drops into her morning coffee. After taking her first sip, she shut her eyes, and waited a few seconds for the ‘spin’ to start, before opening her eyes to an immediate state of inebriation. The next few breathes had to be deep, as her lungs demanded for more oxygen to fight that incoming drowsiness. Half a mind spinning, and the other half in the clouds, she took slow, careful steps back to the bed, where he was still asleep.

Stopping right next to the bed, she lowered herself onto her knees, and instinctively placed a hand between her legs. Wetness – even before she felt any emotions. A single push of her clit sent instant pleasure into her body, channelling fresh waves of wakefulness as she gently lifted the sheets off his groin. The morning wood couldn’t be anymore delicious as her head went over the tip, tongue sliding out as her lips descended on his cock. She made sure not to touch him anywhere else as her head bobbed up and down, slowly stirring him awake as more saliva dribbled down the shaft.

(He groaned) ‘This early? pause shiiit.. did you take it again?’

‘Mmm-hmm’

Her mouth continued sucking him as he reached for his phone, tapping on it a few times before tucking it under the pillow. There was little for him to do besides to enjoy the moment, which was ending soon once she tied her hair up. With her hands around his balls, she went down on him even faster, slurping and gagging as his abs contracted.

(He groaned) ‘cumming baby.. i’m cum.. inngggg.. ‘

Using both his hands to push her head lower, his hips buckled at the same pace as she moaned, gulping his cum down as they hit her throat. Once her face was out of his saliva-covered dick, she climbed straight onto the bed, put one leg across his waist and sat seamlessly over his cock. Without missing a beat, her hips began rocking back and forth, grinding that mushroom head against her G-spot while she rubbed her clit relentlessly.

Still, he was not required to do anything else but to wail and groan and cramp up to her merciless cowgirl ride. The moment she arched her back, and cupped one hand onto his balls, he knew she was reaching orgasm. And when that squeeze of her hand finally came, he knew better to cover his belly as a rush of juices erupted over his groin, sometimes just leaking, and other times a squirt.

After her body calmed down, the rocking resumed, no matter if he was calling out for a second time.

‘Babe.. BABE! I’M CUMMINGGG! AGAIN!’

With that, his fists tightened on the sheets as she mindlessly continued bouncing, under foamy white cream oozed out from their interconnected nether region. There was no kissing, no fondling, no caressing. Just her, bouncing, slamming, grinding on his dick to her heart’s content.

Soon, her clit-rub stopped, and his balls were once again in her hand. When he was expecting another squeeze, she leaned forward instead, and he managed to slow her fall onto his chest.

‘Babe? Is something wrong? Babe?’

‘Nothing.. I’m fine.’

As soon as she finished her sentence, her pussy clenched up on his dick and she felt silent, turning unconscious as another rush of juices sprayed between their bodies. Somehow, he knew that she would be fine, because her vaginal walls were still contracting around his member. Carefully, he rolled her over onto her back and tucked the dry blanket under her hips, giving her a more comfortable spot to nap on.

It wasn’t the first time she was knocked out that way, and this time, he too, had the same playful thought. ‘Preying’ on her ‘vulnerability’, he raised her legs up and plunged his dick right back into her pussy, fucking that lifeless body until he came a third time. And after that, he went on to finger her until her juices covered more of the soon-to-be-changed sheets.

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Schooled Once Again

(She asked) ‘Ooo.. you live alone? And you don’t turn your aircon off when you go out?’

‘Yessss.. and no. I turned it on on my phone before we reached. You can put the bags on the kitchen sink. I need to sort them out before keeping them. How are you going back?’

(She pouted) ‘Huh? You want me gone now?’

‘No? But your parents?’

‘I’ve already told them I’m with you! They know who you are.’

Just 40 minutes ago, I was at the end of my peaceful day trip to JB when Reina, an ex-student of mine, had jumped on me right after I passed the e-gates of CIQ. She too, had just cleared customs with her parents who nodded back in respect when I turned around in shock. For the rest of the trip, she stuck close to me, catching me up with what was going on in her life – and vice versa.

She has just turned 25 this year, and those memories from when she was 15, didn’t feel too distant as she was one of the more rebellious students I had. Still, I was relieved to know that she didn’t go through too much hardships, besides the few breakups she overshared.

(She pipped) ‘OH MY GOD! IS THIS HOW A BACHELOR LIVE?!’

The next thing I heard was a thud, and the ruffling of sheets that told me of how comfortable she was getting – on my bed. When I peeped at her, she was doing the snow-angel thing, unknowingly hiking her skirt up her waist with every stroke. Once she saw that I caught her, she pulled the sheets around herself like a burrito and took a deep whiff.

(She groaned) ‘GOSH! YOUR BLANKET SMELLS SO GOOOOOOD!’

‘Aren’t you overstepping a little?’

Shouting from the kitchen, I continued unpacking the rest of the groceries and my bag, spending another twenty minutes to stock and rearrange my kitchen shelves. By the time I was done, this exhausted lady was snoring softly under the sheets.

(I whispered) ‘hey.. are you going to sleep for a while here? I can make dinner.’

(She answered sleepily) ‘can I? can you just stay next to me?’

I sat myself comfortably next to her face and tapped away on my phone, until she stuck a hand out of the sheets onto my lap.

(She asked softly) ‘You’re not going to shower?’

‘Should I?’

(She replied cheekily) ‘Yaaa.. although I didn’t.. hehe.. ‘

Taking it as a hint that I should ‘excuse myself’, I let her be and took a long shower, intending to give her as much privacy as I could. When I was done, she was already up, with her t-shirt and skirt strewn atop the bed.

‘Is it my turn?’

‘Uh huh.. ‘

With a strong flip of the blanket, she revealed her CK-branded lingerie, and hopped onto her feet. I was about to turn around for my wardrobe to fetch her a towel when she shot a second shot at me.

(She grinned) ‘Do I not look good?’

‘You do. But you’ll still need a towel.’

(She replied a little disappointed) ‘Fair enough.’

When I turned back towards her, she was topless, and in the midst of stripping her panties off.

(She followed up) ‘Are you not tempted?’

‘Nope. I’ve seen naked bodies before.’

She walked up to me and grabbed the towel from my hand, chucking it to the ground before kneeling on it.

(She whispered) ‘And now? Still not tempted?’

The bulge in my boxers had answered before I could open my mouth, and she wasted no time in tugging them off.

(She moaned) ‘Mmm.. he smells as good.. ‘

Despite having a small belly, I could still see how she lapped the tip, then the sides, then the base, before sliding her mouth over it. My head instantly buzzed to a numb as she sucked up and down my shaft, forcing me to clench my fists tight. There wasn’t much noise, since her lips were sealed perfectly around the girth. My knees buckled a little, but far from collapsing my body.

(I blurted) ‘Why me? I’m not.. I don’t have a nice figure nor.. ‘

(She switched to her hand) ‘It’s not your body.. it’s your life.. ‘

Reina got onto her feet and led me by my dick to the bed, where she kneeled on the thick, soft sheets, face positioned at my hips-level. With one hand, she tucked my dick back into her mouth and stuck her other hand between her legs, arm vibrating as she slurped hungrier at my manhood. Barely a minute later, I couldn’t let this girl do anymore work and pulled myself away.

(She asked) ‘What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing.’

I nudged her body back and held both her calves into the air, fully exposing the perfectly-shaved pussy to my eyes. I went on my knees next and buried my face in her groin, both hands still holding up her feet as I feasted. That weak scent of body soap, mixed with a slight tinge of saltiness, embodied in a viscous syrup that was faintly-white, I couldn’t let a drop of her go to waste. Every crevice, every gap, every fold, I ran through them. That pearl of the oyster was the one spot I kissed, and sucked the most. It was one thing to hear her moan helplessly in my devour, and another, to sense the waves of juices ejecting from her pinkish opening.

(She groaned) ‘Mister.. goh.. I can’t.. ‘

‘You can’t?’

(She purred) ‘I can’t take it anymore.. I want you inside me.. ‘

(I asked) ‘Condom?’

‘I’m safe.. ‘

I kept her legs pinned on her sides, and carefully aimed my dick at her opening. Gently, I prodded deeper and deeper in, until I was fully enveloped in an unbelievable shroud of heat. Her thighs started convulsing almost immediately, and grew more intense as I dragged my cock outward.

(She wailed) ‘shiiiit.. I’m coming I’m comingggggg.. ‘

She fell silent as my dick fell into a ‘chokehold’, throbbing even harder as she squeezed me hard. I fought against that pressure and thrust once, only to see her face change into a state of panic.

(She pleaded) ‘wait wait wait.. ‘

To that, I simply grinned at her and continued my hip thrusts, splitting her walls open again – and again. Her initial fears soon gave way to a paralysing sort of shock, arms locked in a forward ‘push’ stance, and thighs unable to shut themselves from the cramps that were visibly obvious. I maintained a steady pace as I overwhelmed her senses, as depicted in her eyes that have rolled back.

I kept pushing on until her voice went silent, and abruptly yanked my dick out – to see a spray of clear liquid shooting into the air. She laid where I left her, and trembled lesser until she became a lifeless body.

Pleased with how I had ‘schooled’ this ex-student again, I tucked her back into bed and went on to clean up the ‘spill’. As for the rest of the day, she was glued to me as soon as she woke up, asking to be ‘schooled’ despite getting the same (overpowering) results every time. And according to her, I was the ‘biggest’ she ever had, and possessed an ‘angle’ she could only dream of.

As for her ‘tuition fees’, she just had to fulfil my CIM fantasy whenever we were done for the day(s).

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Father-Daughter Moment

(Mina asked) ‘Daddy? Are you ok?’

It has been just three days after her funeral, and I was still in the mind of disbelief, and unacceptance that she was no longer around. In many ways, she still felt like she was ‘just not around’. On the surface, life went on as usual, but I knew my movements, gazes, energy, were.. soulless. Mina is our daughter, whom besides gave us something to work for, live for, reignited certain passions in our lives. From the busyness when she was younger, to the increasing amount of free time (we got) as she gained a teenager’s independence, our sex life gradually returned, to a point it felt like we, ourselves were teenagers again.

And then, it hit. Without any alarming symptoms, the diagnosis came too late. Medicine helped, and I could tell that she felt little to no discomfort. On her last night, she even initiated. Lying by my side, giving me a handjob when I least expected it, then led me on top of her, and gently guided me in. It was a beautiful night, filled with equal parts love and lust.

(Mina asked again) ‘Daddy?’

(I stammered) ‘Yes baby?’

Without saying a word more, she came over to the sink, and hugged tightly me from the front. Without lifting her head off my chest, she gripped my shirt hard.

‘I know how much you miss mommy. And I know nothing I say can make you feel better.’

To be honest, I wasn’t feeling much from her hug, like there was a barrier preventing her love from breaking through. But when she cupped her hand over my bulge, it felt.. strangely familiar. I quickly held onto her hand to stop her, but it didn’t do anything to keep her from moving it up and down.

(Mina asked as she jerked me) ‘Does this.. help?’

There was no answer that I could give, that made that anything but right. I just closed my eyes, and dropped my hand to my sides.

She then proceeded to lower my lounge pants, baring my hips, and continued to stroke me. Mina turned eighteen, three months ago. But it has been a year, since my wife and I knew of the boy she brought home on occasions. Despite their seemingly ok relationship, they broke up around eight months in, and my wife and I were both there when she came crying in our arms. That was how close we all were.

(Mina said) ‘Wait for me.’

I opened my eyes to see what she was up to, and saw her dashing off for a pack of wet wipes, coming back with one sheet to clean up my neglected dick of smegma. How could I have tended to that, when every other emotions were hitting me hard.

(Mina yapping) ‘Ok! You’re cleaned up now.’

With that, she popped my dick into her mouth, swirled her tongue around the tip a few times, and threw a glance of surprise at me. Instead of reacting positively, I just stared back blankly, while she took it deeper, and with more passion. As her mouth slid up and down my shaft, images of my wife, sucking like our girl did, flashed across my mind. The euphoria, the calm, the love, some semblance of it shot up my spine.

At some point, my knees buckled, but I didn’t fall. Instead, it gave Mina a scare, that she had to sit me down on the couch. In that new ‘position’, she sucked even more hungrily on me, slurping noisily and taking me further than her mom, down the throat.

‘Daddy? Are you feeling better?’

What other answer could I give? Except with a slight smile. Mina got up from her knees and climbed over my lap, knees by the side of my hips. Giving me a hug in her chest, she stuck an arm between our bodies, held my dick upright, and lowered her hips over my shaft.

(I whispered) ‘hey hey hey!’

(Mina whispered) ‘Hush hush daddy.. ‘

With that, she pulled her oversized t-shirt over my head and rocked her hips back and forth, panting harder and harder as she sat lower on my dick. Besides being way tighter than her mom, it was something else that managed to shut off the misery. Mina was, after all, a product of our love, made with half of me, and half of my wife. Is it wrong then, to feel that it was her whom I was fucking?

(Mina panting) ‘is this.. what mommy feels.. when she.. rides you?

Slowly, her moans, her heaves, her sighs, reminded me of how her mom sounded. Besides the difference in tone and pitch, the rest of it matched – be it tempo, sighs or gasps. By then, I had already pulled my head out of her shirt, and had unconsciously placed one hand around her neck.

(Mina gasping) ‘Do what you want dad. I know you won’t hurt me.’

I spun us around lengthways on the couch and laid her on her back, taking over the work to thrust my hips at this beautiful girl we made. The soundless opening and closing her mouth, flailing arms with nowhere to grasp, and knees bouncing up and down as hard as I pumped. It matched her mom precisely.

As part of my mind was, numb? Desensitised? I felt no urge at all, just pleasure, and calm, and comfort.

(Mina asked weakly) ‘daddy? do you want me to turn.. ‘

‘No. This is fine.’

‘Ok daddy.’

Without any urges to cum, I couldn’t help but slip into a depressed state again, gradually slowing to a stop.

(Mina asked gently) ‘Help me up daddy.. ‘

I did so, and it was her turn to lay me down on the couch. This time, she resumed her cowgirl position, took off her shirt, and placed both hands on my chest.

‘Daddy? *sigh* I know you miss mommy, me too. Both of you are my best friends, and the best parents my friends always say I have. taking a trembling deep breath I want to be mommy for you, so I can have daddy back. Ok?’

How could I possibly know what that meant? All I knew was that her grinding hips were already taking my breathes away, stirring that deflated cock into full blown rooster, scraping the sides of her vaginal, stretching the end of her pussy to size. Her moans went out of control, as her fingers frantically rubbed her clit to a swollen state. She was about to cum, as was I in her convulsing vagina walls.

(Mina moaned hoarsely) ‘daddy! i’m gonna come i’m gonna cum!’

Her pussy clenched on me to tightly that I felt an ache, followed by waves of milking motion happening along my shaft. Fearing the worst, I sat up, grabbed her hips and lifted her off me, accidentally triggering the final ‘tug’ that chambered my rounds.

(I groaned loudly) ‘SHIT!’

Back on her ass, and with my dick right around her eye-level, she swiftly yanked my dick into her mouth, and let her lips slide up and down while she returned one hand between her thighs. Seeming to ‘extend’ her orgasm, she was moaning into my dick as my hips finally buckled, spurting waves of cum into the mouth of a trembling little girl, possibly coming from her own orgasm.

When we finally calmed down, it was just two, sticky, naked bodies, with her lying on top of me.

(Mina whispered) ‘so.. can I be mommy?’

(I replied) ‘only in the sheets.. ‘

(Mina grinned cheekily) ‘Mmmm.. ok.. we’ll see.. ‘

After that day, we forgone any clothes in the house, and she continued that streak out of house, going pantyless on most occasions, and braless when appropriate. She became ‘mommy’ and ‘baby’, while I just remained as ‘daddy’. I think she just redefined ‘father-and-daughter moments’.

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Age of AI

As AI find its way quietly into our lives, I can’t help but think that ‘writers’ will soon be obsolete. On the other hand, ‘they’ can take over the writing, but, supplying the ‘prompt’, seems to be a challenge that AI-age-writers can embark on. Regardless, there comes the first AI produced story on Phantacee. At the end of the story, you’ll find the prompt I used on Deepseek.

The room he had rented for the evening was not a place for hiding. It was on the seventeenth floor, with a wall of glass that let the city’s glitter bleed into the space. Edward stood by that window, his back to the door, watching the slow crawl of headlights far below. He was not nervous. He had passed beyond nervous an hour ago, somewhere between the elevator ride and the moment he’d poured two glasses of water and placed them on the low table.

He heard the soft knock. Three times. A pause. Then once more.

When he opened the door, she was there. Lena. Her name was a small island of certainty in a sea of the unknown. She was perhaps thirty, with dark hair pulled back simply, and eyes that did not scan him with the usual calculus of a first meeting—the quick appraisal of his build, his clothes, his potential. Instead, they looked at him, steady and calm.

“Come in,” he said, stepping aside.

She walked in, her gaze taking in the room, not for flaws or for assessment, but simply to acknowledge it. She noticed the water, the soft glow of a single lamp he’d turned on, the vast darkness of the city beyond. She did not comment on the absence of music, or candles, or anything else that might signal a more conventional romantic encounter.

He gestured to the small sofa facing the window. “Please.”

She sat, and he sat across from her, not close. A respectful distance. He was a man of about forty-five, with a quiet stillness about him. His hands rested on his knees, open and unclenched.

“Thank you for coming,” he began. “I know my message was… unusual.”

“It was clear,” she said. Her voice was low and carried no judgment. “You said you weren’t looking for physical touch. You said you wanted to try something else.”

“Yes.” He looked out at the city. “For a long time, I chased the physical. The thrill of it, the closeness of another body. It was like drinking salt water when you’re thirsty. The more I had, the more I wanted, and the less it quenched something… deeper. A hollow place.” He brought his gaze back to her. “I’ve stopped chasing it. Now, I want to see if it’s possible to be truly intimate without it. To be seen. Not my body, but… me.”

Lena listened without interrupting. She didn’t offer platitudes or reassurance. She simply received his words. “And you want me to see you?”

“I want us to try and see each other,” he said. “For one hour. No phones, no distractions, no touch. Just… presence. I want to know if two people can meet somewhere beyond the surface.”

She considered this. In her life, she had been approached with many propositions. This was the first that asked for nothing but her attention. It was, in a way, the most vulnerable request of all. To be touched required only the body. To be seen required the self.

“Okay,” she said. A simple agreement.

For the first few minutes, silence sat between them. It could have been awkward, but Edward did not rush to fill it. He looked at her, not with the gaze of a man appraising a woman, but with the attention of one human being truly seeing another. He noticed the slight furrow between her brows, a line of thought, not of worry. He noticed how her fingers rested lightly on the arm of the sofa, perfectly still, suggesting a deep inner quiet.

Lena, in turn, looked at him. She saw the subtle tension around his eyes, not from stress, but from the effort of this new kind of reaching out. She saw the way his chest rose and fell with a deliberate, slow breath. He was not performing. He was simply being, and inviting her to do the same.

“I am afraid,” Edward said, breaking the silence. His voice was soft. “I’m afraid that after all this, there will still be nothing. That the hollow is just me, and no amount of being seen will fill it.”

The confession hung in the air, naked and unadorned.

Lena could have reached out then. A hand on his knee would have been the conventional comfort. But she respected the boundary. Instead, she met his fear with her own truth.

“I am afraid that I won’t know how to do this,” she said. “I’m used to giving people what they ask for. A touch, a kiss, a conversation. You’re asking me to just… be here. What if I’m not enough?”

“You’re here,” Edward said simply. “That is enough.”

A different kind of silence descended. It was not empty, but full. It was a container for their words. The city lights flickered and danced, mute witnesses. The minutes passed, marked only by the slow rhythm of their breathing. They were two people, sitting in the dark, holding a space for each other. It was an act of radical generosity.

At one point, Lena’s eyes grew moist. She didn’t know why. It wasn’t sadness. It was a response to being in the presence of such stark, unguarded truth. Edward saw the glistening in her eyes, and his own heart clenched with a recognition. He wasn’t alone in his longing. She felt it too. The need for a connection that bypassed the script.

He didn’t ask her why she was crying. He didn’t need to. He simply acknowledged it, letting his own eyes soften, letting his presence be a quiet witness to her feeling. She looked at him, and for a moment, no words were necessary. A complete thought passed between them: I see you, and you see me, and in this moment, that is everything.

Near the end of the hour, Edward spoke again. “I thought the goal was to feel less empty. But this doesn’t feel like filling a hole. It feels like… expanding. Like there’s more room in me now.”

Lena nodded slowly. “I feel it too. It’s like… we’ve been speaking in a language I didn’t know I could understand.”

The hour ended not with a clock, but with a feeling of completion. Edward stood and extended his hand, palm up, an offering. Lena looked at it, then placed her own hand in his. The touch was not physical in the way the world meant it. It was a seal, a punctuation mark on their silent conversation. A brief, warm pressure, and then a release.

At the door, she turned. “Thank you, Edward. For this.”

“Thank you, Lena. For seeing me.”

She smiled, a small, true thing, and then she was gone.

Edward returned to the window. The city still glittered. The traffic still crawled. But he was different. He had touched something, and been touched in return, without a single caress. He had gone beyond craving and, for one hour, had found a quiet, profound satisfaction in simply being known. The hollow wasn’t filled, but it was illuminated. And for now, that was enough.

Prompt used on Deepseek; write a short story of 1000 words about a man whom have gone beyond craving for physical intimacy, wanting spiritual intimacy, and a woman, who is meeting this man for the first time and is open to anything he wants to try.

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Doorbell

*Ding dong*

The bell rang just as I stepped out of my work shoes, prompting me to switch to a pair of slippers before I made my way to Anna, in the unit right next to my apartment. As previously agreed, I did not have to knock, nor call out to her, to enter her place. Once the door clicked shut, I turned into the kitchen to my hands, then drying them with a piece of kitchen paper. Upon reaching her bedside, in front of her watchful eyes, I then drew a sheet of alcohol wipe and used it over my hands, and in between every crevices of my fingers. Once that was done, did I get on my knees at her bedside.

With some help from the nightlight, I spotted her white, rabbit vibrator lying right next to her legs. No more words were needed once I nudged her thighs apart, reaching one hand to her pussy that was already moist. With my middle finger, I gently massaged her clit in a circular motion, while my eyes stay affixed on her increasingly droopy eyelids. On my fingertips, I could sense her getting wetter as she grew warmer. Her knees had fallen to their widest point and I slid my palm lower down her groin, fingers positioned just right to dip a joint into her pussy.

Of course, another clause prevented me from just straight up finger her. I made long, slow lines along her slit until she was abundantly lubricated, and almost losing control to ‘just push my fingers in’. I held the tip of the vibrator to her pussy and began teasing her with it instead, tickling just her outsides and the clit. As expected, she couldn’t take any more of the tease and pulled my toy-arm in, gliding that soft plastic dildo into her.

A gasp, then a groan, followed. I carefully slid the toy out, let her sigh, and then pushed it back in, skilfully catching her off her guard and breaths each time. It was a slow and sensual pace, one that I thoroughly enjoy to watch as she struggled to maintain her composure, amidst the overpowering waves of pleasure. More juices started leaking out of her as her hips began descending on the toy, angering me slightly at her attempts to override my tempo. Like punishing a misbehaving teenager, I let her pussy ‘expel’ the dildo out of her and grinned at her unsatisfied pouting expression.

Nonetheless, I had a duty to replace it (back inside her) since I was just there for her enjoyment. I switched the rotating-vibrating function on and kept the rabbit ears on her clit, letting the toy do the rest of the work while I embarked on the last part of my ‘job’. To keep the toy in – and to resist any of her attempts to yank it out, no matter how sensitive she got. Since there were no other adjoining (housing) units right next to ours, she was free to moan as loud as she needed to. Her head sunk deep into the pillows, stiffened arms with bedsheets clenched in both firsts, toes curling in and out, belly rising and collapsing, hips rising and falling, the build up was most discernible in her pussy, which I had to ‘exert’ more effort to keep the spinning toy inside of her.

It was at that moment, when she bit down on her lips, flipped her head back, and legs began to shiver, did I let the toy pop ‘naturally’ out of her, instantly releasing all the stress and orgasm that had built up. Her body went into a mini convulsion which I was no stranger to, and my presence allowed her to climax as hard, and for as long, as she wanted to.

Minutes after, her body calmed down, though still riddled with tiny tremors, I gently placed the ears of the rabbit on her clit again. Then as her eyes shut, I clicked on the vibrating function, and sent her into another round of torture. Her knees went up immediately, but failed to shut thanks to my quick reaction, pinning an elbow on her inner-knee while the hand on the same arm held her other knee up. Her pleas went unheeded as her back arched in and out, fingers cramping up as another round of orgasm hit her hard.

I immediately pulled the toy away and watched her fall into another abyss, eyes rolling back this time as her mouth gasped soundlessly. Perspiration had formed on her forehead, as tears flowed across her temples. This time, she did not just let herself lay where she ended up. She blindly grabbed for her blanket and covered herself up as she curled into a fetal position.

By then, I knew my work was done, and it was time to pack up. I cleaned her dildo, placed it back in her toy box, tucked her in proper, and drew a smiley on that date on her wall-mounted, monthly-calendar. Once everything was back in place, I went back to her side, plugged her phone in, and turned the nightlight off.

(she whispered) ‘fuck you for today.’

I knew exactly what she meant, and I made sure my footsteps were loud enough for her to hear, that I had left.

Just like the button to the doorbell that was right by her bed, the receiver-unit of the doorbell, was plugged in a wall not too far from me.