Unholy Cravings (Collection of Short Stories)
The silence made my thighs clench.
"What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm.
"I shouldn't say."
"You came here to let it out," he answered simply.
I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed."
"Go on."
I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed.
"He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad."
The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."