I love the way you look at me. Like you are about to talk to me or devour me and I am fine with either.
~N.R.Hart~
Ele
After a few minutes of basking in the promise of a date with Bruno, I sprinted to the bathroom, a smile on my face as I looked at myself through the mirror to find a stranger looking back at me.
Jesus! That Can't be me? I looked erotic, I mean, my lips were swollen, my skin glowed, my breast felt heavy, I could see my n*****s standing straight like they were ready for a match through the unbuttoned slit of Bruno's shirt; the eyes glinted with fire in them, they looked at me knowingly, the remnants of passion still slightly beneath them a reminder that this image was indeed me. The stranger looking back at me was the version of me after spending a night having the mo
