Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories)
Until a few weeks ago:
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The house is empty.
Music slips into the silence, low and steady. I sway my hips in rhythm, not bothering with the clothes my mother would approve of.
Today, I let myself exist.
I’m in just my bra and panties, nothing more. My hair is tied back with a ribbon instead of being hidden beneath fabric.
I’ve been keeping a secret collection of romance songs and steamy novels, tucked away under my bed. I lend them out when the pile gets too large, trading them for new ones from old classmates.