PhantaceeYou could almost feel his fingerprints on your neck when he dragged them across your flawless skin. Your eyes were closed, and the image of a sunset replaced the orange light shining through your curtains. Unlike the beach, there was no wind, save for the air-conditioning unit that hummed as cold wind contoured to the…Continue readingHer Version
Contributed by an anonymous reader. To think it was almost three years since our first correspondence. Totally SFW, but a little suggestive.Continue readingJailbait
Jimmy knocked on the door a few times before entering, ready to finish his construction work that he promised to be done ahead of schedule for an extra fee. Stripping his shirt off, he wore his headphones and blasted music, hammering and knocking into the kitchen walls to hang the dish rack. Girl (shouting): ‘Hello!…Continue readingFixing Pipes
Well, you know what? Joseph, the author of Jose Can’t Stop Writing, was the inspiration to write this. Same intentions, hopefully as touching. In my secondary school days, one major event got me reflecting on my future. Among the days of zero-fuck approach to homework and studies, I was devoted to my CCA. So much…Continue readingA Little More
She was in an off-shoulder crop top, almost see-through if not for the white folding layers that pushed men’s imagination wild. There was no visible bra straps but that only made things worse by the exposure of her fair waist where the top ended. The guy? He had his arm around her neck, hand doing…Continue readingTwo Tables Away