“My flight was late,” I confessed. The sweet, sultry memory stirred. Rare for me to concede to desire, but our dance’s push-pull elevated want to

“My flight was late,” I confessed. The sweet, sultry memory stirred. Rare for me to concede to desire, but our dance’s push-pull elevated want to
To hear this story on YouTube, click HERE *TRIGGER WARNING* HORROR: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE I took risks when I was younger. I suppose we all do