PhantaceeGirl: ‘So you are the boss of this place?’ Me: ‘Nah. I am just an employee, but I manage this place.’ The girl grinned as I cleared the cups off the table in front of hers. She was the last customer whom I had seen before, at the very first cafe I worked in. I…Continue readingFinal Boss
This entry is written for Ena, writer of Promiscuous Secret. Nuff’ said. Ena (Whatsapp): ‘Eden, you can come up now. There’s no one here.’ Eden had been waiting below her office building for her message and finally it came. His cock had been pressing against his jeans throughout the text messages they were exchanging while…Continue readingWaited Long?
This is an entry written on behalf of Ena, the writer of Promiscuous Secret from my point of view, and in no way a representation of the thoughts and beliefs of Ena. You can call it causal, hopeful imaginative fantasy. Read it as it was her (Ena’s) work, written from my understanding of Ena. Lying on the…Continue readingBrainwashed
Hidden under her blanket, the toy from a mysterious sender slipped in easily into her body. She had no idea who was it from, but the urge came when she was alone in the huge bed, to use that toy to fill her yearning desire. As soon as it was in, the only vision she…Continue readingThe Mystery Man
Me (WhatsApp): ‘Where are you?’ Rebecca (WhatsApp): ‘Taking my break now. You?’ Me (WhatsApp): ‘Waiting for you in the toilet of your workplace :p’ Rebecca (WhatsApp): ‘What!! Where?’ Me (WhatsApp): ‘Female. Last cubicle.’ Footsteps were soon heard rushing into the ladies, quickening as a shadow hovered outside. ‘Open’, whispered the shy 22 year old, clearly shocked from my…Continue readingThe Wettest Day