#m2mmasking

I’m in my Turkish era eyyyy. I’ve been binge watching Turkish dramas so 😆

[dramatic dialogues in Turkish blaring from the TV]

My baby has been binging Turkish drama shows for… damn I don’t know, almost 3 weeks now I guess? He gets completely glued to the screen and shushes me the second things get intense. Every time I try to remind him to eat or come to bed with me, it’s always “ssshhh!!”

He stays up super late, and by the time I wake up in the morning, he’s usually snoring loud next to me or sometimes passed out on the couch. I mean, what’s so addictive about these Turkish dramas anyway… is it the new hot trend or something? Like that Heated Rivalry craze everyone was hyping up a few months ago? I don’t get it… They’re so cheesy and corny to me. Kind of like my own erotica here, hahaha (hey!!). But honestly, I’d rather rewatch The Pitt or The Righteous Gemstones any day than whatever my husband is obsessed with right now

“Baobei, here’s your Jollibee. Don’t forget to—”

“Yeah yeah, just put it right there” he says without even glancing away from the TV

His eyes are dead serious while he munches on the last Guribee chip. Damn this guy… Guess I’m eating by myself again and sleeping alone. At least I get the whole bed to myself 🤷🏽‍♂️

But I miss him…..😞

I sit down next to him and rest my arm on his shoulder

“What?” he asks, still staring at the screen

“What? Can’t I sit next to you? I miss you!”

“Shut up. What do you want?”

“What’s so good about this anyway? Why are you so locked in?” I ask, half teasing, half genuinely curious

“Ugh, it’s SO good and intense. Yeah, I know it looks corny to you but I love it! See that girl in the brown coat? She has no idea her ‘rich military boyfriend’s’ dad actually killed her dad”

That is so lame LOOL

“Baobei, that’s SO boring and corny—”

“See, this is why I don’t like you sometimes!” he snaps “You always criticize everything I enjoy! Can I have fun please? Damn! I know it’s— you don’t get it. It is so bad that it’s GOOD!”

“Well, which guy do you like? The rich military one whose dad’s a murderer?” I ask, grinning

He rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed. Godd… even when he’s irritated like this, I find it adorable. It makes my heart flutter hehe

“No I like the second lead guy” He grabs my hand and points “Yup! Look at that guy right there!”

I look at the screen and raise an eyebrow. That guy? Over the hot bearded man…??

“Wait I thought—”

“No!”

I chuckle, oh he never changes. He always sticks to his type: young, pretty, guy next door with that bright soft smile and golden retriever energy. I can’t help but smile and feeling grateful that he chose me in the end

“Unfff he’s gorgeous!”

“I thought the bearded guy was hotter” I say.

He glares at me “You’re my husband. You’re supposed to be supportive!”

Hahaha, true. But I just love teasing him like this

“I’m just not into scruffy men”

“But didn’t you say you like Zane Philips? He’s got—”

“When he’s clean shaven in Glamorous” he cuts in. Yano huffs and crosses his arms, still glued to the screen like the world might end if he looks away for even two seconds. I bite back a laugh and squeeze his hand

“Okay okay, sorry. Tell me more about your golden retriever boy then. What’s his deal?”

“His name’s Ege. He’s been in love with her since highschool, but he’s too shy to say anything. He works at this bakery shop that his mom owns and always saves the best pastries for her even though she’s dating that other guy. It’s so sweet. Just… just at look at him ugh, I can’t 😩”

I watch the actor on screen flash a gentle, bright smile and yeah I see it

“You’re such a sucker for the nice guys” I say, leaning my head against his shoulder

“Shut up. You’re a nice guy too…sometimes”

“Sometimes?” I gasp dramatically and poke his side. He squirms and tries to glare at me again, but it’s weak. My baobei leans forward, completely hooked on tv. I don’t say anything this time. Instead, I quietly grab the Jollibee bag, unwrap the peach mango pie, and put it in his hand. He takes a bite without looking

“Thanks”

My chest feels warm. I slide my arm around his waist and just stay there, watching the show with him even though I still don’t fully get the hype. The story’s ridiculous but seeing him this excited makes it kinda fun. After a minute he glances at me, surprised I’m not complaining. “You’re really staying?”

“Yeah. I miss you dummy. If I have to watch cheesy Turkish drama to get some time with my husband, then fine”

“You’re gonna get addicted too, just watch”

“Doubt it”

I laugh, stealing a fry “But I’ll sit here and pretend with you” He leans into me, head on my shoulder this time, eyes back on the screen but his body finally relaxed against mine. And honestly, even with all the over the top fighting and crying scenes and plot twists this right here feels pretty good ❤️

[The next day]

Today is D-1. Our 7 year anniversary is tomorrow, and honestly I’m so happy. We’ve made it seven whole years together. But yeah… his current Turkish drama addiction is lowkey concerning… I keep telling myself not to worry too much. He’ll get over it soon, just like all his other random hobbies. Just like those Digimon cards I dropped almost $2,500 on and that crochet phase two months ago. Both dead and gone now, LOL. Anyway, I’ve got something special planned for him tomorrow~ 🙏🏽 Something playful 😈

What? We haven’t had sex in almost a month. Are you kidding me? My dick is literally yearning to be buried deep inside his wet, throbbing hole!

So here’s the plan: I’m gonna casually tell him I’ll be home a bit late from work. Even though I already asked my boss for two days off. He doesn’t need to know that part. As usual, when I ‘leave’ for work, he’s still glued to the couch, binging another episode. God, that annoying intro song is stuck in my head now 🙄 he thinks I’m at the office but nope. I’m actually downstairs in the secret basement under our house, the one he still doesn’t know exists, working on something reeeeally special. Oh, I already know he’s gonna lose his mind when he sees it~ He’s gonna love it!

I’m sitting at my desk, powering up the computers and flipping on the mask maker machine. The second it starts up, that beautiful low whir fills the room. Ahhhh I love that sound 😌 it’s been a while~

Shit, I need to calm down. Let’s focus, let’s lock in. Alright, let’s see….. I start scrolling through pictures of Turkish guys, looking for something that clicks. Hmmmm…. oh, this one. I click on a photo of a dark haired man in his 40s with a thick mustache, wearing some kind of a uniform. Those piercing green eyes stare straight back at me. Okay, he kinda looks like Stalin, not gonna lie, not gonna lie. He’s giving dictator. Definitely not the vibe I’m going for

Hmmmmm… Oh, this guy’s actually hot! But.. ehh I don’t know… this guy might be too rugged for him. Lack the soft guy next door energy. Well, I save his photos anyway, just in case hehe. I keep scrolling and scrolling until it hits me. Ughh dumbass. The WakoWako app! I just wasted all that time on Yandex for nothing!! Ugh 😑🤦🏽‍♂️

WakoWako is this program I built myself. It’s part of my mask making setup. Basically, it creates completely original faces that don’t exist in real life. Kinda like those AI image generators, but way better and more ethical. Last time I used it, I turned into this hot Cebuano hunk. I open the app, crack my knuckles, and start typing in the description: Young, mid to late 20s. Soft guy next door vibe. Bright smile, warm eyes, thick wavy hair, handsome… and hmmm a slutty (heheh 😏) Turkish man. Two faces. I hit enter and lean back

[Processing… 12 hour 45 minutes left]

Twelve fucking hours?!?! Fuuuck! This is gonna be a long day!

[Twelve hour and a half later]

The screen finally lights up. Two hyper realistic 3D faces rotate slowly, showing every angle

“Yesss… This is it! This is fucking perfect hihi~”

The first one is exactly baobei’s type. Soft, wavy light brown hair that falls in messy curls, framing a warm, boyish face. Those hazel eyes are bright and kind, always looking like they’re one second away from smiling. Gentle cheeks, a soft squared jaw, and thin lips curved in this sweet, golden retriever energy grin. That Izmir charm dripping off him, the kind of guy who looks like he gives the best hugs and says “abi~~🥹” in the cutest way. AHH❤️

Now the second one is a bit more… dangerous. Thick dark wavy hair, deeper brown eyes that feel like they’re staring straight into your soul. Stronger brows, and lips that look so kissable. Still soft and pretty, but with that um “tiktok starboy, big motorcycle ride late at night” edge to it. The kind of guy who could act all innocent during the day and then pin and rail your ass like a horny bunny who took a heroin at night. Raw and full speed. Both of them scream everything my husband drools over in those Turkish dramas. Warm, pretty, approachable, fuckable

I zoom in on every detail, heart racing. He’s gonna lose his goddamn mind… My cock is already half hard just imagining his reaction. I save both models, then start the printing process for both of the masks. While the machine hums to life again, I lean back in my chair and smirk. Seven years together and I still love blowing his ass, I mean, mind. This is gonna be the best anniversary ever!! 💝

[Mask printing 6 hours remaining…]

Well, plenty of time to perfect the voice modulator and pick out the right outfit. Gaaaadd, I can’t wait to see his face when “Deniz” walks through the door tomorrow. My baobei’s Turkish drama fantasy is about to become very, vurrrry real…

[The final day]

The masks are finally done

Yyyesss..!! They came out even more beautiful than I imagined. Yippie! I keep them in the glass display case, lit up perfectly so I can admire them. I slide the case open, yo literally my heart is pounding, like it wants to get outta my chest! (Should I call an ambulance?)

I carefully lift the first one out, the dangerous, star boy, motorcycle guy, the sultrier one…. Let’s name him Arslan heheh. And the second I hold him in my hands, my cock throbs hard and twitches 😳 OOPZIE. My balls churn and already aching. Mann…. this feels so nostalgic. I had the exact feeling and emotion when I made my Cebuano guy mask, Jhomar

Wuihh… just looking at that pretty face makes me leakkk hoooh 💦

I bring him closer and bury my nose in his soft cheek first. I take a long… deep sniff…. Mmmm, that fresh, warm Turkish man scent I programmed into the skin heheh... HEHEHE. So… 😫 fuckin… 🥵 good… 🤤

Then I drag my tongue slowly across his cheek… tasting the smooth, realistic texture. I kiss him open mouthed, hungry, before sliding my tongue up to those lips.

“Nnghaaa~~mmmmhh~~mmuaach, muachh❤️” smaack smaack smaack

I grip his thick, wavy hair tight with one hand while my other fingers gently caress his left thick eyebrow stroking it lovingly… I tongue fuck his mouth deeper “Mmmnghhhm💦” sucking on those soft lips, completely lost in it…

My cwackk 🐔 is rock hard and dripping all over the floor now. And after a few more sloppy, smaack smaack greedy kisses, bitch I can’t wait anymore...!!

I pull Arslan over my head. The mask slides down smoothly at first, then it LATCHES on with a schlurrrrppp, gurgle gurgle.

“Mmmmphhhnnghh…!!!”

The inner layer sucks tight against my real face, like I mean TIGHT. The rubber nerves connecting one by one, sending electric jolts through my skin

“F-FUUUCKK—!!”

My facial muscles start spasming HARRD shlkkk shlkkk shlkk… I can’t keep a straight face even if I wanted to! My new features twist and twitch into dumb, pervy gooner expressions…. my eyes rolling, and my tongue lolling slightly, lips parted in that stupid, horny grin. All the pleasure crashes over me in waves as the mask fully bonds, becoming part of me… Arslan’s sharp jaw, those sultry eyes, that thick dark hair all mine now

I stumble in front of the mirror. Damn… FUCK My new face looks so fuckin hot… but right now it’s completely ruined. Pink flushed, drooling, eyes crossed in goon bliss hihihi. I grin dumbly at my reflection. Arslan’s face on my body looks weird at first, it looks like someone photoshopped his head onto my body. But damn… I dig it, yeeah. I dig it way too much… 😜

I tilt my head, watching the way the light hits his sharp jaw and those sultry eyes. My hands move on their own. I run my fingers along my new jawline, feeling how smooth and defined it is… then slide them up into the thick, wavy dark brown hair. It’s styled with that wet look product, shiny and slick, just the way I designed it. I rake my fingers deeper, scratching my scalp nice and slow… and the longer I do it, the more I lose myself…. 💦

I pull my fingers out, bring them right up to my nose “WHUOOOAHH….” Fuckkkk… the scent is insane. It smells like a midnight motorcycle ride, icy cool air, musky skin, cigar smokes, a hint of gasoline, leather, and sweet mint from the hair product. Mixed with that warm, intimate smell of a young Turkish guy’s hair after wearing a helmet all day… ❤️ My cock throbs violently and leaks a fat string of pre down my thigh...

Arrrrrgghhhh!! I can’t wait to fuck my husband with this face!

“Oh shit! The voice mods!” I say out loud, still using my normal voice as the words are coming out of Arslan’s mouth. And somehow the mismatch makes it weirdly hot… Yeah, that does something to me. I rush over to the desk, grab the small voice modulator chip, and carefully slide it under the neck seal of the mask. The second it connects, a faint green glow pulses around my Adam’s apple, spreading just under the skin. I clear my throat and test it

“H-hey… testing — krrrrshhh— zzzt —crrraaaack— testing”My normal voice glitches, crackin and warpin. The pitch shifts, static buzzing in my ears. Then it snaps perfectly into place

“Ha…habi…ba..baobei…🇹🇷” Arslan’s sultry bedroom voice rolls out low, confident, with that thick sexy Turkish accent. Exactly like I programmed it. I grin at the mirror, watching my new face say it. My cock jumps again

“You like that yes baobei🇹🇷? Ha, what’s dat?🇹🇷 You want me to fuck you harder? 😏🇹🇷 UNGHMM” I test, letting the voice drop even lower. I let out a shaky, breathy, horny laugh that sounds way too hot in Arslan’s voice

Fuck he’s gonna lose it when he hears me talk like this! Ahh!