Leaks Of A Satiated Siren
She loses herself in their touch, surrendering to a craving she can’t deny.
The house was cloaked in darkness, broken only by the harsh blue glare of my phone. Moonlight sliced through the blinds, painting molten stripes across my naked thighs as I sprawled across the sofa, left hand gripping my phone until the plastic bit into my palm, right hand hovering over my belly, skin dewy with sweat. The hush was pierced by the soft hum of the refrigerator and the gentle creak of cushions as I shifted, s...