PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE
Strong arms, deep voices, bodies that promised trouble.
I wiped the dust off the big wooden reading table in the middle of the room. It was old oak, solid and wide, with scratches from years of use. Perfect for what I had in mind. I set up four candles, one for each book, lighting them with a match. The flames flickered soft in the dim light. I placed the books open on the table, pages spread wide. In my pocket, I had the spell from that ancient book I found last month. It talked about making words real. I whispered the words slowly, my voice shaking a bit. The air felt heavy, like before a storm. A strange buzz ran up my arms, making my skin tingle. My chest got tight, nipples poking agains