Illicit touch’s giddy frisson.
“A drunken one off,” I had told him.
It was; until fingers again brush my skin. Pussy memory dampens my knickers.
“Shouldn’t,” I say, half-heartedly.
Wordlessly, my inner thigh is caressed. Self-control evaporates in a vortex of forbidden desire. Spreading my legs, fingers spear my slick pussy. Knuckles press against clenching velvet walls.
I ride and slap my clit on twisting fingers.
She whispers, “Who do you belong to?”
“No!”
Rhymical thrusts, fingers fuck me harder.
I have to cum. “You. You!”
Shuddering, gushing; a supernova release rolls into another.
I’m Annie and I’m an addict.
