Wet Desires
“God? Fate? Karma? Whoever the hell you are—back the fuck off! Leave me alone, you bastards!”
I laughed, a raw, ugly cackle that dissolved into sobs, and tilted the bottle again. Vodka dribbled down my chin, soaking into my blouse, making the fabric cling to my skin. The recklessness surged, fueled by the booze.
“You know what?” I slurred, lurching to my feet, the room tilting dangerously. “If it’s you, Devil—if you’re the one turning my world to shit—then get your ass down here, you horned motherfucker! Stop hiding behind fate and do something real for once. Get on your knees and eat my pussy like you mean it! Forked tongue and all—ruin me properly, you cowardly prick! Fuck yeah, bend me ov
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