Your Romantic Little Slut
...But then suddenly your fingers were gone, and the sting of your fierce hand left my own wetness splattered across my ass cheek.5:43pm. I locked my phone and tossed it on the bed. I’m not going to check again. For two months you and I had been apart—how could the final minutes feel so torturous? But the words of your last text had strapped my heart into a pillory and left it expos...