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smut because my wife said so.
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enid sinclair.
sprawled across her lover's bed, body in overwhelming heat as she covers herself in wednesday's sheets and pillows, aching for her cold touch.
heat cycles.
on the other hand, wednesday typed away on her typewriter, enid's desperate groans and moans drowning out the sound of the typewriter.
however, that wasn't the problem for wednesday, the problem was that enid was on her bed.
wednesday stood up and walked towards the bed.
she looked down at enid who was covered in sweat, gripping her sheets.
''...enid. i'm aware that this is your first heat, but you need to get off my bed.'' wednesday says, her face dropping into a frown when enid continued to roll around her bed, gasping.
''enid!'' wednesday warned, before grabbing enid by her hand only to be pulled into her tight embrace.
''wednesday... please...'' enid gasped.
wednesday quickly freed herself from the embrace and went back to her typewriter, huffing.
she was interrupted by thing tapping on the desk to get her attention.
''assist her.'' he motioned.
''how?!'' wednesday whisper-yelled back.
''ask her.'' he motioned before leaving.
wednesday sighed, walking towards the bed again.
''...i would like to assist you in any way possible.'' wednesday admitted.
enid looked at her, kind of surprised.
''do you know what you're saying right now?'' enid choked out.
''yes. i'm not quite familiar with this... condition, so i need you to tell me your desires and we shall stir them away. shall we, domniţă?''
shocked at her lover's sudden dominant attitude, enid pulls wednesday into a rough kiss, fighting for dominance which only infuriated wednesday.
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