The Twilight Twenty-Five
Pen name: Kassiah
All things Twilight belong to SMeyer. Everything else is mine.
Thank you, bsmog.
I must have crumpled up fifteen sheets of paper. I had to acknowledge the words. I had to make it known that I wanted this. I set pen to paper, finally getting out what I needed to say:
I want it-what you whispered to me.
In the shower last night, I stroked myself, imagining you. Your lips around my cock. Your hands touching. Your arms wrapped around me as I came.
Where do we go from here? How are we going to hide this? Do we have to hide?
I folded it into a small square, anxiously awaiting the response.