Chuckling, I cried, “I’m sorry.” I pulled even harder and broke loose from his grip, but I fell backwards onto the floor. He slowly stalked towards me, his smile filled with desire and I pointed my hand at him. “Don’t. Behave!”

“Don’t behave? I accept your terms of parole.”

“That’s not what I meant!” But when my smile broke through, he knew I was lying.

Auteur: Devon Ashley

Chuckling, I cried, “I’m sorry.” I pulled even harder and broke loose from his grip, but I fell backwards onto the floor. He slowly stalked towards me, his smile filled with desire and I pointed my hand at him. “Don’t. Behave!” <br /><br />“Don’t behave? I accept your terms of parole.” <br /><br />“That’s not what I meant!” But when my smile broke through, he knew I was lying. - Devon Ashley

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