The Coochie Diaries
She didn’t know, not truly, but her dreams had begun to curdle with strange heat, visions of hands not like his, but rougher, mouths that devoured rather than kissed.
“They break them open,” Valerius continued, his lips close enough to taste her fear. “They take that sweet innocence and smear it with sin until it’s unrecognizable. Until it begs for more.”
He released her, leaving her skin buzzing with something foul and tantalizing. That night, in her canopy bed, Elara touched herself for the first time with purpose, imagining those words as hands on her body. Her own fingers dipped beneath the lace of her nightdress, into the slick heat between her thighs, and she pictured not flowers, but
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