Part 1 | Part 2 For the low rent I paid, it was an unspoken ‘deal’ to partake a little household duties, like doing the sink of dirty dishes left by my landlord’s teenage daughter. Due to our age gap, I saw her as my ‘daughter’, or younger sister at best. As a day-shift manager,…Continue readingHis Daughter and I
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Life Lessen
*Ding!* Holding the ‘door open’ button, I let the girl in a cute, cartoon t-shirt and black, ankle-length maxi skirt exit first, before following her down one flight of stairs. There, she perched her elbows onto the right-angle bends of the railing while I put my bag into a corner, well out of the way.…Continue readingLife Lessen
Free(lance) Housewife
(WhatsApp) ‘Room 308. I left the door unlocked.’ After sending that ‘last’ message, I shut my eyes and let my limbs fall away from the tiredness accumulated over the weeks, leaving me empty except for the innate desire for some human touch. Driven by that urge, I hit up my usual OKT and asked for…Continue readingFree(lance) Housewife
‘你有洗干净吗?’ Translation: Did you wash it clean? ‘Huh?!’ I had barely caught a glimpse of her when she tucked a hand into the gap between the urinal and I, going for my cock that was still spraying very violently. ‘Luckily’, she was the better-looking, middle-aged server whom I have become a regular to, somewhat alluring…Continue readingOlder
Outcall to the Steps
You might call it a coincidence, when I bumped into my next-door-neighbour at the void deck, both of us drunk to the point we couldn’t hold our heads up. While it was a rare occasion for me to get drunk, it was a fortnightly thing for her, to arrive at her doorstep and bang the…Continue readingOutcall to the Steps
