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Cum-and-Store

I was not sure if she understood what I meant, but it was too damn hard to resist, the skinny, soft, young body that was pushing against mine – in a warehouse.

For one, I consider myself a labourer, still moving, stacking, counting inventory despite the ‘supervisor’ tag under my name. She had always complained that I felt ‘sticky’ whenever she brushed against my arm, and often made remarks at my thinning crown. Yet, Xiao Qing, the new hire, a young Chinese from Malaysia, never missed a chance to roast me whenever we interacted with each other.

I was the one who showed her the ropes, and the blind spots of all the CCTVs, in case of any workplace accidents, which even the tiniest bumps by heavy machinery can have huge implications. Turns out, she grew closer to me than I could have picked up from her body language. While the rest of my staff, all uncle-age, teased her as if she were my second daughter — I only have one — she clearly had other ideas when we found ourselves alone during a stock-taking day.

（我认真问）‘你.. 要做什么.. 你知道我有老婆孩子hor?’
(I sternly asked, What do you want to do? You know I have a wife and child right?)

（小情无奈答复）‘知道啊。我不管。‘
(Xiao Qing answered dismissively, Yes I do. I don’t care.)

By then, she had already placed both my hands on her waist and she had her hands over my ears, pulling me into her tofu-soft lips that I have never felt anything similar. When her tongue touched my lips, my tongue popped out too, meeting hers in her mouth. Within seconds, my hands were running all over her back, as she wrapped her forearms across my neck, both of us pulling each other as close as possible.

The next thing I knew, she had spun her body around, tucked both my arms under her slightly-loose crop top, and pushed them right over her bra, that she easily snapped apart from between the cups. Those perky nipples felt cold, on those delicate breasts too small for my big hands. Her neck was still arched backwards so we were still kissing, and her fumbling hands at my zipper soon received some much needed help.

Once she had a grip of my manhood, she began hoisting up her calf-length skirt until her bare ass was pressed against my dick.

（我问）‘你没穿？‘
(I asked, You didn’t wear any panties?)

（小情问回）’穿来做什么？‘
(She answered, Why would I wear that for?)

Wet – was the only word I could think of when she pressed the tip of my dick downwards, aiming right for her pussy. She was abundantly lubricated as my hips inched back and forth at her rear, until we had to break our kissing up to contain the overwhelming fit of our nether region.

（小情回复）‘你也太大了.. ‘
(Xiao Qing mentioned, You’re too huge.. )

（我自信答）‘不然？’
(I confidently replied, What did you expect?)

The first few seconds of me being inside her was enough to tell me that her body wasn’t ready for this. Not for my size, not for this.. awkward location. But that pair of hands grabbing on my wrists tightly also showed how much she wanted me to ‘try’ – and so I did.

The heavy-duty rack in the same corner had a tier perfectly aligned at hip-level. After moving some boxes around, I made a space for her to bend over, and lifted one of her knees carefully to place it on the shelf. With her other foot barely touching the ground, she was literally dangling from the rack when I resumed the hip-thrusts, this time to more comforting, pleasurable moans from her. I could totally picture how my dick was splitting her vaginal walls apart with each inward stroke, as well as sense the excessive juices flooding the insides of her pussy with each pull.

Bodily fluids were soon leaking down her leg as I picked up my pace, ramming my loin into her slender body at a rhythmic pace.

（我问）‘你还好吗？’
(I asked, Are you alright?)

（小情小声答）‘好.. 好爽.. 你不要跟我停.. ‘
(Xiao Qing whispered, It’s.. so right.. don’t you dare stop.. )

As the seconds ticked away, my hormones were counting down too. But as a husband with a wife to please, ‘timing’ was deeply ingrained in me. I was just keeping pace and basking in the glory of my enlarging manhood tearing that petite newcomer apart, along with the orgasms she successfully suppressed verbally, but helpless against the tiny squirts ejecting from her pussy.

（我告知）‘小情.. 我快要射了.. 你ok吗？‘
(I warned, Xiao Qing.. I’m going to shoot soon. Are you ok?)

I think about 10 minutes had passed since we kissed? And all she could muster was an ok-sign to signal her gratification. Without hesitation, I slowly pulled away from her limp body and replaced her skirt. I was halfway doing up my pants when she finally descended from the rack, and stopped me mid-button.

（小情问）‘你不用射出来meh?’
(Xiao Qing asked, Don’t you need to shoot?)

（我答）‘不用啊。射不射不重要啦。你还好hor?’
(I replied, Nope. It’s not that important. But you are alright right?)

（小情叫住）‘等下！先不要穿！’
(Xiao Qing exclaimed, Wait! Don’t wear it yet!)

She squatted onto the floor and took my dick straight into her mouth, sucking it haphazardly for a few seconds before I had to nudge her away. Long story short, she had no idea how to give a blowjob, and did not want to disappoint me at the same time. Except, that there was no one to impress here – or there. Under her insistence, I taught her how to give me a handjob, at the same time touch herself so there would be ample juices/ lubrication to elevate my ‘experience’. In her defence, she did come up with the surprise hand-to-mouth swap during my ejaculation, before sealing the deal with her subsequent swallow of my load.

Once we were done with each other and with official work, it was just 4pm. Yet everyone else had long finished their tasks and left to enjoy the bonus half day off. Except for me, and Xiao Qing, who walked the grounds a last time, only to reach another surveillance blindspot – at the bottom of the staircase after the door leading up to the office.

This time, we did it naked, while standing, with the steps supporting the numerous positions she wanted to try,

（小情问）‘还有下一次吗？‘
(Xiao Qing asked, Is there a next time?)

（我答）‘你说呢？’
(I answered, What do you think?)

（小情信心说）‘当然啦！这么爽！我会保密的。谁都不能破坏我们的感情。’
(She replied confidently, Of course! It felt so good! I will keep it secret. No one can ruin our relationship.)

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Crash Landing

‘Just how much exactly did you drink?’, I asked as Jia Ying began stumbling while merely standing in the lift, with her face red like a lobster and clothes in disarray.

‘Just.. half a bottle? I think.. I just kept drinking once I booked the car.. I just want to sleep once I get here.. ‘, she slurred harder as the lift came to a stop, with me half-supporting her weight as we made our way to my place.

It has been at least 10 years since we broke up, and since it was a clean break, we didn’t have anything to do with each other. Although she was the one whom initiated the break, it wasn’t exactly hard to come to terms with her decision, based on you know.. the usual ‘if you want her to be happy, learn to let go’ that sort of analogy.

I still didn’t know how she found my IG, but she did. And there was no need for any second thoughts to help her when she asked, because after all, she was someone I had loved before.

Within 10 minutes of entering my home, she was already in bed, chest-down, sideway-facing with her arms strewn on the side. I didn’t get a clear picture of what happened to her, but I did understand the choice of ‘wanting a break’.

(Jia Ying slurred) ‘can you get me some water? i think i will need it when i wake up.. ‘

‘Ok.’, I replied her, taking a deep breathe after.

No more than 5 minutes later, she was snoring, and I couldn’t be more relieved. As quietly as I could, I inflated a mattress and went to bed on it, having prepared her water and spare towels in the shower if she woke up before me.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when I felt a tug on my arm, followed by a harder pull to sit me upright before I was fully awake. Half-fumbling and half-confused, I was led to the bed and the familiar side-cuddle came upon my shoulder.

(Jia Ying whispered) ‘this is your bed.. you should sleep here.. ‘

With that said, I fell into a deeper sleep than earlier, more resistant to any ‘sleep’ fidgeting.

Once again, after an unknown amount of time, I felt some tugging in my loin, and it took me a good few minutes to fully sober up to a warm face kissing my neck.

‘Jiaying?’, I muttered.

‘ya?’

‘what are you doing?’

‘nothing?’

I felt the sheets moved away from my body, and hair touching my thighs, and a mouth enveloping my fully erect dick. I finally forced my eyes opened to see a brown-cover binder book on the floor a distance from the bed, and immediately understood why she did what she was doing. Somehow, she found the scrapbook that we once had, filled with pages of photos and receipts and ticket stubs to the places we have been and did.

Despite my distant emotions to whatever sexual favours she was doing, I couldn’t help but feel for the familiar sight of her smooth, bare back, and her head bobbing over my hips. I could tell that she had gained some skills, and it was enough to keep my morning wood as hard as it could get.

(She paused and asked) ‘are you still single?’

‘yes.. ‘

‘good.. ‘

She then pushed the sheets further away and climbed right over my dick, face still slightly flushed. I look a quick look at the clock and saw 0500, a good 10 more hours away from my working time. Without more words between us, she starting riding me, face partly blocked by the swaying hair hiding her slightly-excruciating expression. According to my memory, she was never this good, to the point that I had to hold her back multiple times. There was no condoms between us, just pure lust and perspiration slowly gathering on our bodies.

Midway, she collapsed on my chest and I knew it was time to take over. I rolled both our bodies onto her back and maintained a push-up position as I jerked my hips back and forth, slower than either of us wanted. I made sure to go as deep as my balls allowed, hold it inside her for a few good seconds, before making a fast exit. That torturous pace soon caused her legs to wrap around my back, and she tried harder and harder to push me back in.

Seeing her pleading look, I had to give in, and resumed a rhythmic but controllable pace in and out of her pussy. That familiar pair of hands then went cupped on my cheeks, passionately pulling me in for a kiss that we never broke free from. Our lips, tongues, went all out as my thrusts picked up speed, from tucking, to piling, to hammering.

Her body was getting jutted higher and higher as I rammed my dick mercilessly into her. She threw her arms onto the headboard to ease the bumping on the top of her head, and her mouth went into a voiceless screaming mode.

(She moaned) ‘I’M COMING! I’M COMING RIGHT NOW.. FUUUUUCCCKKKK!’

Her thighs let go of me and her knees went up and down and wide and closed, unable to find a good position as her vagina sealed my dick in a vacuum. I was too, nearing the end as she got immensely wetter. After a few more violent strokes, I yanked my dick out and aimed it on her belly, and that exhausted girl knew to hold it in her palm with her fingers around my dick. I was half-thrusting in her half-stroking hand when I finally released a huge load across her chest, squirting cum into her belly button and all over her fingers in our expended state.

She remained on her back as I towered over her on my weakened arms, and we smiled simultaneously at each other.

(She breathed) ‘I think you’ve grown bigger than last time.’

(I reciprocated) ‘And you’ve gotten better in every way.’

‘Tighter or loose?’

‘Definitely tighter, and better riding and sucking.. ‘

We took a few long minutes to tidy up, had a quick rinse of our bodies, and climbed straight back to bed.

(Jia Ying whispering by my side) ‘i’m not sleepy yet. but you have work later right?’

‘yeah.. ‘

(She asked) ‘can I suck you again? or do you want to sleep?’

(I chided) ‘what a lousy question.. who would turn down a blowjob?’

She gave me a cheeky smile and went on her knees between my legs, in a proper ‘meal time’ position this time. With my eyes closed, I was sucked and milked in the most erotic-then-turned-comforting blowjob. To both our surprise, my second load was as impressive as my first, as measured in her elated, puffed up cheek smile. After that, we slept until the sun came out.

Jia Ying stayed for a few more days before leaving, and returned after a week with an irresistible proposal. The reason she had ‘ran’ away from home was due to some problems with her fiancé, and that few days she was absent, she took that time to official broke things off. Without an immediate place to stay, she offered to do more ‘work’, while she get her future accommodations sorted out.

So for the last few days we found no need to be dressed in our own home, it has been hard to resist seeing each other naked. And the alternative kind of exercise sure beats using dumbbells on yoga mats.

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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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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.