I Really Shouldn’t Be Saying This, But I Have A Paranormal Gift I’ve Been Hiding Since Childhood

I felt a split second of relief when he pulled his lips away. But then he dipped his head lower and took her breast in his mouth. She moaned as his tongue flicked across her nipple.

(YOU CAN’T BE FUCKING SERIOUS. YOU STUPID BITCH. HE’S NEVER GOING TO WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. HE’S GOING TO BREAK UP WITH YOUR CHEATING ASS THE SECOND HE FINDS OUT. YOU PRICK. YOU ASSHOLE. YOU STUPID FUCKING…)

“…cunt!”

“Whoa babe. I knew you liked talking dirty, but take it down a notch. My parents are home.”

The stranger smiled up at me. His hands were wrapped around my thighs. His mouth was headed toward my neck. Before I could figure out what was going on, my palm collided with his forehead, pushing him away.

“What? What’s wrong?” He looked alarmed, and then he looked amused. “Oh. You want me to go down there? Eat you out? It would be my pleasure.”

Holly is the author of Severe(d): A Creepy Poetry Collection.

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