SKYLAR
Fantasy #15: Being taken from behind so hard that every time I hit the brink of an orgasm, my partner stops–refusing to let me come until I scream at the top of my lungs about how his shaft is the ultimate, divine conqueror of my body and my soul. To be repeated without mercy, no matter where we are or who might hear.
The cursed words from my fake list scorches so badly behind my eyelids.
Flip.
What in the name of Zeus even possessed me to cook up something so ridiculous?! Yes, fine–If I’m being honest with myself, I’ve always been a little curious about back door exploration. But not like that! Not with some humiliating, ego-stroking chant attached to it!.
Panic clawing at my throat washes away the hazy fog of pleasure coating my skin as one thought sticks into my brain: I ha
