Fuckin’ Faeries, Pt. 2

I could feel his hands, rough on my body. Even in my dazed state I felt my skin trying to ripple away from Ol’ Stefan’s touch. This wasn’t the caress of a lover, this was the assessing and prodding palming of an inspection. Hips, thighs, stomach, breasts - each pinched and rubbed as though he … Continue reading Fuckin’ Faeries, Pt. 2

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