I am just a writer who wants to see myself in romances.
Candace Vega looked out the window of her apartment and frowned, seeing the clouds covering the sun. She chewed on the eraser of her pencil in thought, her nose wrinkling out of habit. She absentmindedly reached for her coffee cup, only to find that is was empty.
By Donz4 years ago in Filthy
Stretching her arms above her head, Candy made her way back home from her morning jog, stopping at the mailbox to retrieve her mail. As she stuck her key into her postbox, someone came down the stairs. Without turning around, she knew who was standing there.
A headboard against the wall of an apartment bedroom rocked in conjunction with the pounding from a neighboring room. A woman with a dark bonnet on her head’s eyes snapped open from her slumber. She laid there for a moment, feeling her own bed rock with the strong strikes against the wall before letting out a loud groan of frustration right as the woman next door let out one of pleasure.