Halfway through the nap in my drunken stupor, I felt a hand on my wrist that endearingly pulled me into a chest, whose bosoms I didn’t recognise. Though for one, I was mostly surrounded with new faces, exception being my sister whom I think only invited me out of politeness. Without giving much thoughts to…Continue readingAlcohol-fueled
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For the Love of Money
(I asked) ‘Maeve? What are you doing?’ Without waiting for the lift to move, Maeve has already begun stripping her panties off, revealing the tiny pair of thongs she would only wear for me. As excited as I was, that was the first time she did it, and even more so daringly in front of…Continue readingFor the Love of Money
Monetisation
(Her text) ‘Hi Mr. K! I am Vivi, the trainee under your friend Evan. Remember me?’ ‘Hi. Yes I do. What can I do for you?’ ‘Well, I am wondering if we can meet. I want to practise the pitch I learnt from my manager. Are you free today?’ Short story shorter, she happened to…Continue readingMonetisation
Not Too Much
Barely a second after the GrabCar started moving, Maeve kicked her heels off and placed both her feet on the seat, before she carefully removed her panties from underneath. As surprised as I was to her behaviour, I was more concerned about her safety, especially in the presence of a stranger (the drive). Once her…Continue readingNot Too Much
‘Oh don’t bother!’ Before Kate could even step out of the five-inch, killer heels she wore for her bachelorette night, she was led to the bed where they held onto her hands, for perhaps another surprise, that she wasn’t too surprised for. After some rushing about to get into ‘position’, AA, pulled a blindfold over…Continue readingAvenged