Kiss Me More
Iâm in my Turkish era eyyyy. Iâve been binge watching Turkish dramas so đ
[dramatic dialogues in Turkish blaring from the TV]
My baby has been binging Turkish drama shows for⌠damn I donât 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, itâs always âssshhh!!â
He stays up super late, and by the time I wake up in the morning, heâs usually snoring loud next to me or sometimes passed out on the couch. I mean, whatâs 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 donât get it⌠Theyâre so cheesy and corny to me. Kind of like my own erotica here, hahaha (hey!!). But honestly, Iâd rather rewatch The Pitt or The Righteous Gemstones any day than whatever my husband is obsessed with right now
âBaobei, hereâs your Jollibee. Donât forget toââ
âYeah yeah, just put it right thereâ 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 Iâm eating by myself again and sleeping alone. At least I get the whole bed to myself đ¤ˇđ˝ââď¸
But I miss himâŚ..đ
I sit down next to him and rest my arm on his shoulder
âWhat?â he asks, still staring at the screen
âWhat? Canât I sit next to you? I miss you!â
âShut up. What do you want?â
âWhatâs so good about this anyway? Why are you so locked in?â I ask, half teasing, half genuinely curious
âUgh, itâs 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 ârich military boyfriendâsâ dad actually killed her dadâ
That is so lame LOOL
âBaobei, thatâs SO boring and cornyââ
âSee, this is why I donât like you sometimes!â he snaps âYou always criticize everything I enjoy! Can I have fun please? Damn! I know itâsâ you donât get it. It is so bad that itâs GOOD!â
âWell, which guy do you like? The rich military one whose dadâs a murderer?â I ask, grinning
He rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed. Godd⌠even when heâs irritated like this, I find it adorable. It makes my heart flutter hehe
âNo I like the second lead guyâ He grabs my hand and points âYup! Look at that guy right there!â
I look at the screen and raise an eyebrow. That guy? Over the hot bearded man�?
âWait I thoughtââ
âNo!â
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 canât help but smile and feeling grateful that he chose me in the end
âUnfff heâs gorgeous!â
âI thought the bearded guy was hotterâ I say.
He glares at me âYouâre my husband. Youâre supposed to be supportive!â
Hahaha, true. But I just love teasing him like this
âIâm just not into scruffy menâ
âBut didnât you say you like Zane Philips? Heâs gotââ
âWhen heâs clean shaven in Glamorousâ 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
âOkay okay, sorry. Tell me more about your golden retriever boy then. Whatâs his deal?â
âHis nameâs Ege. Heâs been in love with her since highschool, but heâs 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 sheâs dating that other guy. Itâs so sweet. Just⌠just at look at him ugh, I canât đŠâ
I watch the actor on screen flash a gentle, bright smile and yeah I see it
âYouâre such a sucker for the nice guysâ I say, leaning my head against his shoulder
âShut up. Youâre a nice guy tooâŚsometimesâ
âSometimes?â I gasp dramatically and poke his side. He squirms and tries to glare at me again, but itâs weak. My baobei leans forward, completely hooked on tv. I donât 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
âThanksâ
My chest feels warm. I slide my arm around his waist and just stay there, watching the show with him even though I still donât fully get the hype. The storyâs ridiculous but seeing him this excited makes it kinda fun. After a minute he glances at me, surprised Iâm not complaining. âYouâre really staying?â
âYeah. I miss you dummy. If I have to watch cheesy Turkish drama to get some time with my husband, then fineâ
âYouâre gonna get addicted too, just watchâ
âDoubt itâ
I laugh, stealing a fry âBut Iâll sit here and pretend with youâ 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 â¤ď¸
[The next day]
Today is D-1. Our 7 year anniversary is tomorrow, and honestly Iâm so happy. Weâve 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. Heâll 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, Iâve got something special planned for him tomorrow~ đđ˝ Something playful đ
What? We havenât 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 hereâs the plan: Iâm gonna casually tell him Iâll be home a bit late from work. Even though I already asked my boss for two days off. He doesnât need to know that part. As usual, when I âleaveâ for work, heâs still glued to the couch, binging another episode. God, that annoying intro song is stuck in my head now đ he thinks Iâm at the office but nope. Iâm actually downstairs in the secret basement under our house, the one he still doesnât know exists, working on something reeeeally special. Oh, I already know heâs gonna lose his mind when he sees it~ Heâs gonna love it!
Iâm 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 đ itâs been a while~
Shit, I need to calm down. Letâs focus, letâs lock in. Alright, letâs seeâŚ.. I start scrolling through pictures of Turkish guys, looking for something that clicks. HmmmmâŚ. 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. Heâs giving dictator. Definitely not the vibe Iâm going for
Hmmmmm⌠Oh, this guyâs actually hot! But.. ehh I donât 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 đđ¤Śđ˝ââď¸
WakoWako is this program I built myself. Itâs part of my mask making setup. Basically, it creates completely original faces that donât 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 đ) 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
âYesss⌠This is it! This is fucking perfect hihi~â
The first one is exactly baobeiâs 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 theyâre 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 âabi~~đĽšâ in the cutest way. AHHâ¤ď¸
Now the second one is a bit more⌠dangerous. Thick dark wavy hair, deeper brown eyes that feel like theyâre staring straight into your soul. Stronger brows, and lips that look so kissable. Still soft and pretty, but with that um âtiktok starboy, big motorcycle ride late at nightâ 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. Heâs 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!! đ
[Mask printing 6 hours remainingâŚ]
Well, plenty of time to perfect the voice modulator and pick out the right outfit. Gaaaadd, I canât wait to see his face when âDenizâ walks through the door tomorrow. My baobeiâs Turkish drama fantasy is about to become very, vurrrry realâŚ
[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 oneâŚ. Letâs name him Arslan heheh. And the second I hold him in my hands, my cock throbs hard and twitches đł OOPZIE. My balls churn and already aching. MannâŚ. 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 đŚ
I bring him closer and bury my nose in his soft cheek first. I take a long⌠deep sniffâŚ. Mmmm, that fresh, warm Turkish man scent I programmed into the skin heheh... HEHEHE. So⌠đŤ fuckin⌠𼾠good⌠đ¤¤
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.
âNnghaaa~~mmmmhh~~mmuaach, muachhâ¤ď¸â 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 âMmmnghhhmđŚâ sucking on those soft lips, completely lost in itâŚ
My cwackk đ is rock hard and dripping all over the floor now. And after a few more sloppy, smaack smaack greedy kisses, bitch I canât wait anymore...!!
I pull Arslan over my head. The mask slides down smoothly at first, then it LATCHES on with a schlurrrrppp, gurgle gurgle.
âMmmmphhhnnghhâŚ!!!â
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
âF-FUUUCKKâ!!â
My facial muscles start spasming HARRD shlkkk shlkkk shlkk⌠I canât keep a straight face even if I wanted to! My new features twist and twitch into dumb, pervy gooner expressionsâŚ. 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⌠Arslanâs 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 itâs completely ruined. Pink flushed, drooling, eyes crossed in goon bliss hihihi. I grin dumbly at my reflection. Arslanâs 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⌠đ
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. Itâs 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 myselfâŚ. đŚ
I pull my fingers out, bring them right up to my nose âWHUOOOAHHâŚ.â 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 guyâs hair after wearing a helmet all day⌠â¤ď¸ My cock throbs violently and leaks a fat string of pre down my thigh...
Arrrrrgghhhh!! I canât wait to fuck my husband with this face!
âOh shit! The voice mods!â I say out loud, still using my normal voice as the words are coming out of Arslanâs 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 Adamâs apple, spreading just under the skin. I clear my throat and test it
âH-hey⌠testing â krrrrshhhâ zzzt âcrrraaaackâ testingâMy normal voice glitches, crackin and warpin. The pitch shifts, static buzzing in my ears. Then it snaps perfectly into place
âHaâŚhabiâŚba..baobeiâŚđšđˇâ Arslanâs 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
âYou like that yes baobeiđšđˇ? Ha, whatâs dat?đšđˇ You want me to fuck you harder? đđšđˇ UNGHMMâ I test, letting the voice drop even lower. I let out a shaky, breathy, horny laugh that sounds way too hot in Arslanâs voice
Fuck heâs gonna lose it when he hears me talk like this! Ahh!
Sorry to cut the story off. Canât continue it now! đ Got a bad headache just from writing this hahaha. No seriously! I had to take ibuprofen and hope for the best đ and itâs already like 2 am and I have to sleep. Gotta wake early to make brekky for mom, or sheâs gonna mad at me if I overslept. Hate it when that happens (it happened a lot). So yeaaah hope you enjoy this one!









