Sissy maid Stories

It was a quiet night, like many others before it, with the kind of stillness that made time feel thick. Paul sat alone on the sofa, a glass of water resting in his hand. He was shirtless, fresh from a shower, wearing only a pair of soft grey joggers that clung loosely to his hips, his slim chest rising and falling with slow, idle breaths. He wasn’t watching the screen with much attention—just flipping channels, body relax...