He leaned over between the crisp hotel sheets and, placing one gentle, powerful hand on my waist, whispered into my sleep-clouded ear; “This morning I want to turn tenderness into cruelty and back again.”
The D Word
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I don’t know how I missed this, but I got chills imagining those words. And it has whole new meaning after Slit. Mmmm… *goes back to read that one AGAIN*
Haha, wow. My smut is inspiring you to read my smut? Perfect.