Early in the morning and I am breathing hard and moaning endlessly because of Bullet thing that was now pushing in and out of my private part. I hug him as my nails dig into his back. It's just so good and mind blowing! "Ahh… Bullet oh my god! Faster! Oh my go deeper!" I scream as he obey what I said. He was sweating bullets as he move with outrageous speed and bang me harder. I can feel his balls getting it way on my part because of how hard and deep he goes! It's painful but the pleasure overpower me. " Bullet! Bullet! Oh my! Bullet!" I was chanting his name endlessly as he continue his movement. "Fuck so good! You're so fucking amazing baby! Ah, coming!" his voice roared as his thing became more bigger! I am cumming too! "Me too!" I embrace my arms around his neck as my whole body shooed in pleasure. His loads was too many that it fell out. We're both breathing hard as he lay besides me. His arms snake around my body as he hug me tight. "This is just the morning that I want
I sat at the fuckers couch and look at him boredly. He has this mountain of files on his table including his laptop. "I met Franco in my trip, the fucker don't plan to go back here." I said as I look at his coffee table infront of me. He has this files here too. I picked one and open it. "He don't like this country, he said it's too hot here and he can't take it." he shrugged. "Why do you have so many files here?" I asked curiously. He breath so hard and slump on his seat. "Fuck this life. I need to review all my employees profile. I think there's a traitor."I laughed. "Well, you're fucked too." I stopped flipping the pages of the folder that I'm holding. Milda Asuncion. I looked at her picture and it made my chest pump for no other reason. She look sad but nevertheless, she looks like a goddess. "Who… Is this?" I pointed at the picture of her. Brandon looked at me. "That's my favorite employee. I know that she's being bullied by her co-workers but she still do her works exper
MILDA BOWED her head as Monica, their department manager looked at her like she's some sort of trash. She bit her lips. "So ugly." Monica flipped her beautiful smooth waist length hair. "Go to my office and clean the mess!" Milda nodded then hurriedly go to Monica's office. After cleaning she goes to cafeteria to eat some lunch, but apparently it's full. No vacant table for her so she decided to wait for someone to finish eating. She come to her cubicle and do some works to kill the time as she wait to eat for lunch. 10 minutes later and she found herself eating alone at the most uncrowded table. She eats her lunch silently and heaved a sigh. Why is everyone mad at me? She thought to herself. She finished her food and go back to her work. Monica might embarrassed her again to everyone. She doesn't want that anymore. MILDA'S WORK has done so she cleaned her mess and started to prepare her things. She was about to stand up and leave when Monica slammed a thick mountain o
MILDA CAN still remember the man's face yesterday. It still lingers on her head. She's distracted because she can't forget how handsome and gorgeous he is. That's the first time that she praised a man, even tho it's in her head.She's a nerd so it's understandable that she's not affected how handsome or beautiful a person is. Just work, money, work and money. That's all. So Milda's wondering why she can't trash the man's face! Damn, even his scent, she can still smell him! I must be hungry! Milda thought.It's lunch and as usual, no vacant sit for her. Sometimes she's assuming that their doing that on purpose so that they will not eat having her around. That's how disgusted and mad they are to her.I even didn't do anything bad...This is how human nature works, if your physical appearance doesn't look too appealing for the people around you, theg will judge and hurt you. They will look at you with judgement like you did a very bad thing to them to the point that they will hate you to
MILDA LAY her back at the soft mattress. She closed her eyes then sigh. She missed being with someone... She missed her only family... Her cousin. Emerald is her only family that treat her well. Emerald didn't looked at her physical appearance. Her cousin is very kind. Milda look at the ceiling of her small apartment. It looks old but still, she chose this because she's short of money. She wants to save for her future. Milda knows that she will grow old without someone by her side, so she's saving so when the times come, she will not worry if she have some food to eat. So wicked of me. Then suddenly… The handsome man's face crossed her mind again. Damn. Leave me alone please... He's like a god that came up to punish every sinner in the Earth. I'm thinking if I'm one of them...Milda was about to sleep when someone throw something to her apartment's roof. She quickly get up and get out angrily. When she open the door, no ones there... Just the cold wind that blew to her f
I THOUGHT that someone's just making fun of me.Yesterday I received another box, it's when I'm watering the plant in front of my apartment. There's many pictures inside... And I'm afraid.Why would someone make fun of me by sending me those things?It's kinda frustrating because I don't even know if the sender is a girl or man. If it's old or just my age. It's fucking stressful.I messed my hair and release a sigh. Mountain of folders is in front of me, and that's because of Monica.Sometimes I think of resigning but when I thought about my goal to save a lot of money for my future, it burns something from me, the fire envelop my whole being and it will give me a new patience to go on with my life and be human, even when I'm receiving an animal treatment.They're chilling while I'm the one suffering because of their works. I can't do anything to complain, I'm afraid to get kick out off this company.This company is the only one who hired me despite of my appearance… but I didn't know
I look around before stepping out in my house. Every day, I feel like someone's watching me, my every move. It's very uncomfortable and scary at the same time.I don't know the motive of my so called frankster. Every day, means every box that was loaded of my pictures and pictures and pictures!It affected my every day life...As I got to work I remembered the day that I saw the man...I know, I saw that smirk already, I just can't recall exactly whom I saw it.As the hours passed by, everyone's just talking about the Anniversary Ball of the company. They're very excited about what will happen and excited to show off their best gowns and dresses.While me, I am getting scared because I know that someone was following my every step. I hope that it wont affect my daily routine.The dress that I received is still here... I don't know what to do with it, I don't have plan to attend but my guts telling me to go. And I don't know why.No one's touching the box, maybe one of them is the fran
Horrible...Scary...Frustrating...I don't know what to feel anymore. Am I really funny to make fun of me all the time?Am I not acceptable?Am I not human...?My tears didn't stop to roll down my cheeks. I shut my eyes and bit my lips to prevent my self to cry even harder.This is the first time that someone harassed me and in public!Public! He don't care what people might think.I can say that he's not afraid...I want to know who he is... I want some justice, that's maybe enough right? I deserve that right? I'm still human.My lord... If you could hear me right now... Please send someone who can be at my side all the time. Please send someone that will accept me for who I am and not make fun... Send someone... Who will love me... For who I am...My tears rolled down again. It's like a falls that can't stop to fall.I'm indeed stupid.Wishing to god that I know is impossible to happen.Just awhile ago, someone harassed me without fear that someone might see us.But I realized some