The shortcut

This is a work of fiction. 
Please do not attempt any of the stunts in the story. 

If you cannot draw the line between fiction fantasy and reality, you should not be on this blog.


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A shortcut through a neighbourhood you are not familiar with ? 

You're just asking for trouble.

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I have always taken much pride in my body ever since I was aware that it’s getting a little more attention than I would have wanted.

When I reached puberty at 14, I could feel the weird and indescribable changes my body is going through. My hormones went haywire, I had outbreak of pimples and I hated it when my menses came.

The mood swings, the cramps. These are things men would never understand.
These are just some of the inconvenience we women have to put up with growing up.

Stepping out of my school uniforms and into young adulthood brought along a whole new world of excitement for me.

My firm breast and tone body attracted the stares of boys and men alike. It did not matter how I dressed.

It could be a casual t-shirt and shorts or a nice figure hugging dress, men always found a way to visually violate me with their eyes.

I like it most when I caught them in the act of looking at me yet having to pretend they weren’t.

I know my sex appeal.

My Instagram feed and social media profiles are flooded with messages ranging from friendship to outright offers of sex. The sexual offers offended me initially but as time goes by, I began to secretly adore it.
Knowing that men are drooling and masturbating to my body is a liberating feeling. They can see, they can fantasize about it but they can’t touch. That disappointment in their eyes can be a turn on for me on certain days.

The body I have comes only with hard work.

Aside from attending school 5 days a week, I hit the gym every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

I have dance lessons on Tuesdays and Saturdays.

On Thursdays, if I feel like it, I would go for a evening run through the estate I live in.

I work out, I dance and I’m reading law at the university.

Although I have many suitors, I have not committed myself to a relationship.
I enjoyed the attention I was getting and there’s no harm shopping around for the right one.

Especially I know everyone just wants to get into my pants.

Boys are all the same.
My first time shall be special. I’m not doing it in my dormitory or in the back of a car. And please, don’t get me started at those dingy staircases I keep seeing video leaks off.

The thought of losing my virginity in a stuffy stairwell made me lose my appetite.
I envisioned it to be at least a nice resort flanked by frangipani trees with pink flowers. The door to the room opens out to an infinity pool facing the Andaman sea.

With a bottle of chilled champagne in the ice bucket and soothing jazz music in the background. My man would take me gently, easing himself into my privates as I held onto his shoulders and smell the freshly showered body.
Anything short of that, you can forget about getting into my pants.

With my looks, I would say that’s not too much to ask for.

Right ?







That’s what I think my whole life.

Until that night.

When I decided to take a short cut that changed my life forever.

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