Illicit touch’s giddy frisson.

“A drunken one off,” I had told him.

It was; until fingers again brush my skin. Pussy memory dampens my knickers.

“Shouldn’t,” I say, half-heartedly.

Wordlessly, my inner thigh is caressed. Self-control evaporates in a vortex of forbidden desire. Spreading my legs, fingers spear my slick pussy. Knuckles press against clenching velvet walls.

I ride and slap my clit on twisting fingers.

She whispers, “Who do you belong to?”

“No!”

Rhymical thrusts, fingers fuck me harder.

I have to cum. “You. You!”

Shuddering, gushing; a supernova release rolls into another.

I’m Annie and I’m an addict.