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I knew I shouldn’t have written it down.
It was reckless, selfish, dangerous—but I couldn’t help it. The thoughts wouldn’t leave me alone, and if I didn’t put them somewhere, they’d crawl out of my mouth at the worst possible moment. So I wrote them in the back of my journal—Where no one was supposed to see.
Except she did.
I wrote about bending her over, taking her hard, licking her from top to bottom.
And she read it.
She read all of it.
Now what?
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