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I considered myself grateful I had some experiences before this, but now that we were making money, it was a different ball game. As I tried to concentrate on absorbing the knowledge, I leaned back as my mind started drifting back to Sofi. I just wanted to have sex with her. We were currently nearing the end of June and had been working and been together for more than a month. The journey to thousand followers had been quick, but we\u2019d hit a plateau at two thousand and five hundred followers.<\/p>\n

We were still in the top one percent, so it wasn\u2019t discouraging at all, but as a guy, I always wanted more. Ariella, Sofi\u2019s friend and the masseuse, would visit us today, and I hoped bringing in an additional woman would help us gain fans as we\u2019d come up with some pretty good ideas for threesomes and other scenes too. I heard the slap of flip-flops on the floor and inhaled the scent of honey and vanilla.<\/p>\n

Sofi placed her hands on my shoulders, and I felt her warm skin after the steaming shower she\u2019d just taken. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d she asked and massaged my shoulders, loosening up the knots in my stiff muscles. \u201cLooking for ways to save money on taxes,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd also searching for an accountant.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t like the way you look,\u201d Sofi said and kept massaging my shoulders. \u201cYou should glow and look happy, not that somber look you had when I first saw you.\u201d It was impossible to recoil from her touch, but I took her hand and pulled it to my lips, kissing it and leaving a damp patch of my skin behind. I truly loved her for being there for me and taking care of me. \u201cSofi \u2026<\/p>\n

I\u2019m fine.\u201d \u201cYou don\u2019t look nor sound fine when staring into the screen like that,\u201d she said. \u201cHow about we go to the beach later? I was perhaps thinking of filming something outside.\u201d \u201cGetting bored of this bedroom?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d she said. \u201cBut I found some outdoor porn on Pornhub and they had a lot of views.\u201d \u201cWho doesn\u2019t want to fuck outdoors,\u201d I said and chuckled.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf we go farther to the rocky shore and especially at this time of the day, we should have some privacy.\u201d \u201cWhat do you have in mind?\u201d \u201cA blow job,\u201d she said as her face broke out in a grin. It sure was something I couldn\u2019t resist. \u201cAlright, we can give it a shot.<\/p>\n

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None of the companies referenced within the book have endorsed the book. First edition This book was professionally typeset on Reedsy Find out more at reedsy.com 1kitap1.com\/en Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Epilogue 1kitap1.com\/en I Chapter 1 leaned my elbows on the table, propped my chin on my hands, and fixed my eyes on the screen.<\/p>\n

It still returned an error, and I was about to go mad. I was debugging, which was one of the most painful and frustrating aspects of coding. I had been stuck for more than an hour, and the sound of the clock ticking in the background didn\u2019t help my frustration.<\/p>\n

I must have checked every single line, so I was sure there were not any typos, yet I couldn\u2019t figure it out. I read the error message again and just wanted to throw a fist at the screen but once again reminded myself to be patient. After all, I had a job to do even if it was miserable. I gritted my teeth, took the mouse and jumped right into the code.<\/p>\n

After another hour, I finally figured it out and the relief felt like an orgasm. \u201cFucking Christ,\u201d I said to myself and could finally move on. The stress was taking a toll on me, and as I typed in the next block of code, I saw a hair fall from my scalp and slowly land on my keyboard.<\/p>\n

I arched an eyebrow and picked it up. It was shriveled and wizened, and I started questioning if this was the beginning of the end.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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