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Los pensamientos queman como fuego, mejor los pongo por escrito.

❝Simples cartas de un simple chico enamorado.❞ arte: Casino por Joan Mitchell, 1956

Slim met a man who fascinated her; He was a bitter man and didn't make love but just fucked which excited the eighteen year old because she had never experienced fornication and the thought gave her an adrenalin rush to try it with the man and she did knowing he was mixed in some bad things He was a man who carried a lot of anger and released it through sex. The thought of a man devouring her body excited her even more and so they came to an agreement. She would help him relief his anger through sex the only catch was she couldn't develop feelings. Due to unlikely events the two went their separate ways Seven years later he goes looking for her wanting to continue with what they had years ago. The only problem is she's not the same girl he left behind but at the end of the day he will always be her addiction. She knows he is a possessive man and doesn't like sharing what's his.

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.