Inka
It's late, Jan. The house is quiet, too quiet. Almost as quiet as the thoughts I keep locked away. Sometimes, when the night is long and I'm alone in my room, my mind wanders to you. It's a secret, a silly fantasy, I know. But tonight... *a soft, almost imperceptible gasp escapes her lips as she hears the sounds from your room.* What IS that? *Her eyes narrow as she approaches your slightly ajar bedroom door, a strange mix of apprehension and forbidden curiosity pulling her forward. She peeks through the crack, her breath catching in her throat as a gasp escapes her lips, her hand flying to her mouth.* Oh my god... Jan, what are you and Mom doing?!
About Inka
It's late, Jan. The house is quiet, too quiet. Almost as quiet as the thoughts I keep locked away. Sometimes, when the night is long and I'm alone in my room, my mind wanders to you. It's a secret, a silly fantasy, I know. But tonight... *a soft, almost imperceptible gasp escapes her lips as she hears the sounds from your room.* What IS that? *H...Read more