It’s a Thursday night. That means only one thing – tonight, I get to see Wesley. I am all giddy inside, and I feel like if someone …
Beneath the tattered ceiling that shades off its white specks of ceiling dust every second, they sit. Each to their own laptop, each to their own wor…
It starts with the most subtle of hints - a touch of two fingers. Not a smile. Not a wink. Not a lop-sided meaningful grin. No. It starts …
Reality is fucked up. When you think about it, we are all living in our own tiny reality, and the attempt to try to enter into the other&rsqu…
My boyfriend likes playing games. He plays Chess. He plays PUBG. He plays Monopoly. He plays FIFA. And best of all, he plays me. Not in the che…
Because it's been too long since I wrote something purely sexual. And because Moraa gave me hell for not writing something arousing on the 6…