Haunted Love
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Read between March 13 - March 13, 2025
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“Remember when you tried anal for the first time? You sure as hell didn’t ease into that,” I laugh. “You went in blind and unprepared, forgot the lube, and nearly tore your ass in half. So, from one friend to another, I’m asking you not to allow history to repeat itself. Ease me into it. Take it slow. Don’t ass fuck me without lube.” “You are not seriously comparing my ass stitches and a night in the hospital to you going to a club with me.” “I thought it was a great comparison,”
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“But there’s nothing out here. Are you sure you got the right address?” “Would you stop freaking out and let me lead you into the biggest corruption of your life?”
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“I might need to find someone to throw me up against the bathroom wall.” “Fucking hell,” Izaac mutters under his breath. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”
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Aspen - Where are you? Do you need me to come get you? Izaac - Not unless you want me to throw you up against a wall and fuck you until you can’t walk. Holy fucking shit. I think I just came. Aspen - Okay, sex god. Whatever you say.
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I overhear Becs on the phone with my brother. “You should have seen it. This guy just shot his load all over your sister’s tits, and now he’s about to ask her out. It’s like a Hallmark moment.”
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“Promise you won’t freak out?” “Huh? What haven’t you been telling me?” “And you also have to promise never to even whisper a word of this to Austin because he will literally kill me.” “I swear to God, Aspen, if you don’t hurry up and tell me whatever the hell is going on, I’m going to ram my fist up your vagina, yank out your ovaries, and drag you around campus by them.”
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“First though, I think it’s important to note that if you’re screwing Izaac, your reasoning for why I can’t screw your brother is kinda null and void now. You’ve got no ground to stand on.” My jaw drops, and I pull back, gaping at my best friend. “You wouldn’t.” “Oh,” she says, her gaze darkening, clearly thinking of what it’d be like to be with my brother. “I think you and I both know damn well that I would.”