Shadowed Obsession

by Evelyn Leigh

“Deirdre Klarke,” I say out loud, savoring her name on my tongue. Laced with sugar, and I bet she’s anything but.

Toys are amazing, but sometimes you just need rough, calloused hands on your body and piercing eyes staring into your soul as you succumb to their every grip, lick, and thrust.

I’ll have you know that listening to men whimper has increased my productivity by at least 80%. Thank you very much.

He’s a walking threat and forbidden fruit, ripe for the taking. A taste I yearn for no matter the consequence.

“Show me what a good girl you can be with your mouth full,”

It’s the generational trauma and the need to laugh instead of cry.”