![]() This older hero and his one-and-only find out maybe two wrongs do make a right. Keep my secrets for me while I sleep.ĪUTHOR’S NOTE: Take one wicked rich alpha-a-hole, one whip-smart intern trying to survive a cut-throat summer at one of the biggest advertising and marketing firms in Manhattan, mix in two secret fantasies and SHAZAAAAAM. Maybe he’ll sneak in my room tonight, slip under the covers with me, tell me I’m such a good girl and he’s going to show me just how good. And we’ll just know.Īnyway, it’s just a fantasy, right? And fantasies are better left as fantasies. ![]() But, maybe that’s where I’ll see him from across the room and he’ll see me. I’m supposed to go to some fancy uptown bar after work tomorrow where the drinks cost more than I spend for groceries in a week. I could never tell anyone the things I think about. Wait, is twenty considered grown? IDK, but, deep inside, there’s still a little girl. Telling me it’s going to hurt him more than it hurts me but it’s what’s I need. I want to feel the sting of his hand while he puts me over his knee. The one that will draw the line and not hesitate to correct me when it’s crossed. To know, beyond anything, he is the one that believes in me. ![]() ![]() To feel his presence even when he’s not with me. To treat me like his porcelain doll and then do things to me like I’m just a naughty plaything. I can’t stop wondering what it would be like to have a man think of me in that certain, special way. Whenever I close my eyes, I hear his voice whispering in my ear… If it’s just a fantasy, why does it feel so wrong? ![]()
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