Filthy Fu*ck Dreams
grows heavier here, thick with the scent of old leather and something muskier, primal.We reach a heavy black door at the end of the hall, and I push it open, revealing a room that’s all dark wood and low lighting, a massive, cushioned platform dominating the center, draped in black satin sheets that gleam faintly under the amber glow of a single overhead lamp. The atmosphere is charged, intimate, like the world outside has ceased to exist. I turn back to you, my gaze burning as I step aside to let you enter first. The guys file in behind, their energy shifting into something hungrier, more focused, as the door clicks shut with a final, heavy thud.“Welcome to our playground, Lara,” I say, my
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