sWitch

by Kat Blackthorne

I wanted to fuck my brother’s girlfriend.

White striped mini skirt, thigh high pink socks, tight little top covered in flowers; Fauna was so cute, I wanted to kick something.

Directive: Lick the slushy from my brother’s girlfriend’s thighs without getting caught or being too creepy about it. Remy do not come off like a fucking creep, I swear to god.

I was bubblegum and she was a storm cloud. But somehow, together…we were at ease, both outcasts in our own way— but together, we fit.

Player one found her player two.