A Tryst in Seven by RelentlessPerversion,RelentlessPerversion
Prologue My hand grips your thigh just below the hem of your short black dress, and you sigh as loudly as you dare. Glasses clink and the fake laughter of party banter fills the air. “Why did we come here, if we both hate parties?” I ask. You are wearing that perfume. Oh. That perfume. … Read more