Her Heart Is His, Her Body Is Theirs
Our reunion, my conditions When I entered the hotel room, Dylan was already there, sitting at the edge of the bed, eyes cast down, hands trembling. We hadn’t seen each other since our fight. I hadn’t said a word that night. I just left… and let the anger consume me. And that night, in the alley, I told him everything. The stranger and how he took me — rough, faceless and without tenderness. Just sex. Cum. Emptiness. Dylan didn’t say a word. He just...