Pressed against the wall,
exposed but concealed,
freed by anonymity,
to surrender to pleasure,
focused on the
pounding pounding pounding
of strangers,
one after the other,
who will never see
your face.
Well, not and know it was you.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers ~ Kinky microfiction ~ ongoing
Short StoryTiny tasters of sensual, kinky, and strange tales for you to enjoy. If you like the way I weave words please do *follow* for more... If you fancy trying your hand at the prompts yourself, please feel free to play in the comments! (Play nice.) Origin...
