SINFUL PLEASURES: Short Flithy Stories
with a wink that promises payback in the best way.
By the time the jar’s full, the room smells like arousal mixed with beer, everyone’s sitting closer, knees touching, and I can feel the sweat beading on my lower back, my balls tight with anticipation.
Ronan shakes the jar, the papers rattling like a promise, and he pulls the first slip, reading it aloud in that gravelly voice of his.
“Strip naked and let the group touch you anywhere for two minutes.”
He looks around, smirking.
“Who’s drawing first?”