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A Stranger's Fetish

A Stranger's Fetish

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He steals a glance at me. This is what happens every single day. He's a stranger to me, and yet, my eyes search for him every day. And each time I look at him, my heart beats a little faster. I know it should mean nothing, but it does. What is this fetish for a stranger? _______________________________________________ This is the story of Vida, a young girl in her last year at college. She is happy in love and life until one stranger walks into it. What happens next? Read on to find out.... ;) *Disclaimer : contains mild mature scenes.
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"Are you my boyfriend?" I asked, looking straight into his eyes. His grip on my wrist loosened. Translation: who are you to question me? I took another shot. But this boy-he literally snatched my drink and downed it himself. "You can share it with your friend, right?" He flashed his sweetest smile. I wasn't falling for it. "We aren't friends anymore," I muttered, holding my head as dizziness took over. I barely heard him instruct the bartender to stop serving me drinks before everything started spinning. The next thing I knew, I had collapsed into something warm and solid. When I forced my eyes open, I found myself in his arms. ________________________________ "Do you really want me to?" Her breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. Her fingers curled tighter against my shoulders, as if grounding herself. I watched her, my own restraint hanging by a thread. The way her lips parted, the way her chest rose and fell unevenly-I could feel the war waging inside her. I should've stepped back, given her space. But I couldn't. Not when she was looking at me like that. She didn't answer, but her silence spoke louder than words. Slowly, I ran my thumb over her cheek, tracing the dampness left by her tears. So fragile, yet so intoxicating. "Tell me to stop, darling," I murmured, my lips barely an inch from hers. Her eyes flickered to my mouth, and that was all it took. --- she fell first✨

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