I take this book to my room, keep this on my side table and start stroking my pussy. it feels painful. my pussy feels numb as if it is has been played with. I sigh and checks the watch. It still is 7 AM in the morning. I look at my right side table, the book is still lying there. I open the books first page and slips my hands around my hardened nipple.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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