Naked Desires (an erotica collection)
Every now and then, their lips part and I get a glimpse of his powerful tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
Mixed emotions flood my body as I watch them making out. Shame. Anger. Humiliation. Embarrassment. And, surprisingly, arousal. The sight of Ellie’s perfect body is wonderful, even with the dark hands of her lover groping and squeezing. Now one of his hands slides around Ellie’s hips – hips that should be mine, dammit, I waited! – to her front. I watch her lift up onto her toes, thighs opening a little wider, granting him access to her sweetest, most intimate parts. My throat is dry. My hands are balled into fists, my knuckles turning white, nails digging into my palms.
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