VOL II, CHAPTER I
Every tale begins somewhere and comes to an end, yet the end is the new beginning and the beginning is the end of every previous chapter. It was the lazy afternoon of the month of October, when autumn leaves made eerie sounds---they rustled, and the cool breeze blew over and forcefully entered through the window of the raven-haired maiden's bone-chilling chamber. She was lying on the same bed, covered in the same satin sheets. Her womanhood and her breasts were hidden behind a thin piece of red lace lingerie, which complimented her curvaceous body so well, which made the Goddess of love, Aphrodite, blush. In front of her stood her webcam, and she was moving her body gracefully, gently touching herself in sinful spots as soft whimpers escaped her rosy lips. She closed her eyes as the ultimate feeling of ecstasy and arousal took over her. Her breath hitched and those muffled whimpers had now turned into a melodious scream. She gripped the sheets, and within minutes she was reaching for climax, her sweetest nectar dripping down her thighs.
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Cacoethes
Short StoryA tale that tells you about obsession, lust, and lies. The unhinged thoughts and profound feelings disguised as love spread like poison within two victims: a liar and a lover. Surrendering is the only option. Once you're trapped, there's no escape. ...
