Drunk Moxxie Novels & Stories

On the day of my abortion, my best friend tried to stop me. "You and your husband have been married for seven years. You finally managed to get pregnant. Why does the baby have to go?" I answered calmly, "Because of a glass of water." Aaron Jefferson had a severe germphobia. He never shared everyday items with me. If I had already drunk from a glass, he would not touch it. Then I found a video on his student's social media. In it, the girl held up her half-finished coffee and brought it to his lips. Aaron leaned down and took a sip straight from her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He frowned slightly, but a smile still touched his lips. "That sweet, huh? Careful,

— LUNA — I was drugged. Turned on. Aaron kissed me passionately like his life dependent on me, devouring me like a hungry beast. My mind was clouded with nothing else but him and only him. My fingers grabbed the roots of his hair as he deepened the kiss. I moaned when our tongues clashed. “You taste so damn sweet, Moonshine” he whispered between the kisses, and I couldn't help but blush.