Daddies And Their Naughty Angel
ANGEL
Everyone has a dark secret. The filthiest, dirtiest, corrupted fantasies that we imagine just before sleep take us to oblivion.
That innate desire our judgmental world silences, it lingers in the pit of your stomach, spreading like a virus, an incurable, rotten disease to your throat, an abomination never to be whispered.
Do you have a secret like that?
Think hard. . .
You can tell me.
Don't you have one like that?
Think again. . . Harder. Go deeper. Take me in—all of me. I want to be inside. . . of your mind.