SINFUL PLEASURES: Short Flithy Stories
I say, grabbing some paper myself, my hand shaking slightly as I start writing, the words coming dirty and direct because holding back isn’t an option anymore.
“Make them good, make them count.”
We pass the jar around, slips folding into it one by one, the rustle of paper mixing with murmurs and chuckles, the occasional dirty whisper like Ronan’s
“Oh, this one’s gonna make someone scream” that has Elara giggling, her hand squeezing my thigh now, nails digging in just enough to make me hiss softly.
Thalia’s eyes meet mine across the circle we’ve formed on the floor, dark with heat, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips, and she mouths “Your idea” with a wink that promises payback in the best
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