Twisted
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, May 26, 2017
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Romance
WARNING: It's rated mature for a reason. "If you could read my mind, you would be running the other way." Gently, his fingers traced my collar bones. I could feel every inch of him pressed up against my back. From his strong, toned shoulders, to the very prominent erection that was pushed up against me. The teasing of his fingers suddenly sprang around my neck, forcing my head to rest against his shoulder. "I'm twisted, love. So very twisted. If you want me as much as I want you, then you're just as messed up as I am." Looking into his eyes, I could see it. The lust. The want. The fact that I was in way over my head and there was no chance of me getting away unscathed.
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