
The Makeup Man’s Muse

Kindly motivate me to write moreeeee....
Write a comment ...
The air was thick with desire, with the unspoken words that hung between us.
Ayla sat on the edge of her bed, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at her phone.
Amanda, an 18-year-old naive and slightly plump stepdaughter, found herself in a peculiar situation.
Oya, a 56-year-old woman, lay on the bed, her saggy breasts heaving with each labored breath.
I was just an ordinary 20-year-old guy, working as a bellhop at the prestigious Crimson Moon Hotel.
The train swayed gently as it rumbled along the tracks, a constant rhythm that seemed to pulse through my very being.
I’ve always had a thing for impregnation fantasies.
The moment I stepped into Aunt Anju’s house, I knew this summer vacation was going to be anything but ordinary.
“Hey Dad, can I talk to you about something important?” Sunny asked, trying to sound casual as he approached his father in the garage.
I awoke in a dimly lit room, my head throbbing with a dull ache. As my vision adjusted, I realized I was strapped to some kind of examination table.
Ak had settled into his job in Delhi, and a First AC ticket for his two-day train journey to Bangalore felt like the perfect escape from routine.
Krystal, the 33-year-old CEO of a thriving tech company, sat in her corner office, her eyes glued to the window overlooking the bustling open-plan workspace below.
Hari, a 24-year-old college student, had always been an open-minded and horny young man.
I was eighteen years old, and my parents had always been a bit eccentric.
Manjula Nahasapeemapetilon, a 35-year-old Indian housewife, found herself in a predicament she never could have imagined.
Sophie Banks, the youngest daughter of the esteemed Banks family, had always been a peculiar girl.
Gabe was lounging on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV, when his mother, Sarah, walked into the living room.
Tarun was a 25-year-old man with a dirty mind, always fantasizing about taboo scenarios.
A Yandere BTS One-shot for my dear army readers. It's not an erotic story. I've noticed that some of my readers are army's, it's a treat for them.
Write a comment ...