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Your Romantic Little Slut

"...But then suddenly your fingers were gone, and the sting of your fierce hand left my own wetness splattered across my ass cheek."

5:43pm. I locked my phone and tossed it on the bed. I’m not going to check again. For two months you and I had been apart—how could the final minutes feel so torturous? But the words of your last text...

The Filth I Can’t Wash Off

"Some fantasies reside deep in the recesses of your mind, too filthy to scrub out or cleanse..."

Three spokes of a Mercedes Benz emblem sat etched into leather before my eyes. I didn’t even see it, for the same reason that my knuckles had turned a ghostly white as my grip burrowed deeper into the steering wheel.  I...