My love,
Nothing raises the hair on my neck like pressing your pages with my pen.
When you touch me, I moan out and mentally roam out and take a loan out of you.
And when we climax, I conceive. My nipples raised to receive the sweet fluid of life that keeps us alive after night after night of deceit.
Nature and nurture. I hate you. It’s torture. You’re all that I need.
I love you.
Written By: Ashley Evans; @EdgarAllanAHoe
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My name is Shan Bae. I am a 25 year old artist and creative writer from Kansas City, MO.
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Steamy! well written. I liked it a lot. Thank you for sharing it!
Yes I enjoyed it very much! You’re welcome!