![]() Fantasies of his strong arms lifting me, pinning me against a wall, dressing me in nothing but gold chains while looking at me as if I were a meal… Memories of the way I lit up when we brushed against each other. Most of the dreams are fuzzy and incomprehensible: shots of his face, his smile, his intense stare. ![]() After all, it has been a long, exhausting day. Part of me wants to touch myself before falling asleep, but I nod off before making a decision. I can experience all sorts of things-things that I would never have the courage to ask for in real life-from the comfort of my bed.Īfter I read about the way the Elf King dressed the peasant girl in nothing but solid gold chains and paraded her around the town square, I tuck my bookmark back between the pages and put myself to bed. It’s a filthy read, but books like that are my guilty pleasure. All she has to do is agree to be, in essence, his sex slave. I’s a fantasy romance about an Elf King who whisks a peasant fairy girl away to his castle and treats her to splendors she never could have imagined. ![]() No one’s watching me.īefore falling asleep, I read more of the novel I’d been working on earlier today. The simplest explanation is most likely the right one. I told myself as I took off the black lace bra and slipped on an old camp T-shirt. So why would he be peeping on me? Please. Even though Vincent had seemed so kind at the beginning of his visit, when he ran away, it hurt. Third-Party Insurance: A Mandatory Car Insurance ![]()
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