Forbidden Desire: A Collection Of Short Erotica Stories
And the idea of walking down that aisle without ever knowing what it feels like to be split apart by a big black cock, it's driving me insane.
So I made a choice. This party was supposed to be a "girls' night out" with my bridesmaids, but I slipped away from them an hour ago. They think I'm in the bathroom fixing my makeup. They don't know I'm here, in this dimly lit living room filled with masked strangers, hunting for my last taste of sin.
The masks are everywhere, feathers, sequins, leather. Some cover the whole face, some just the eyes. I chose a simple black lace mask that covers my eyes, leaving my lips bare and glossy. It's enough to hide my identity, but not enough to hide my hunger.
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