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Del 2: Club
| Right from the beginning I knew it was going to be gold. She had a sorts of halo around her, like some secret spotlight. Her hand. Grabbing me, the tiny pointy nails digging into my skin. Her hands in my hair. Everyone vanished from the dance floor. We were in another dimension. Just her, just me. Eyes gleaming in the dark, telling about the hunger. She had the softest lips, tasting faintly of minty gloss, vodka and desire. Hunger that had to be fed. Nah. I just make you hungrier. Leave you craving. Unless you make me hungrier. And then all I see is you. All I taste is you. You. |
Tillagd 18 jul 2022 Noveller #Kvinna #Kvinna som top #Annan som bottom #Egenupplevt #Humor
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