I am the slut you are my slave
I can hear the rain outside. The breeze catches the drops and it rattles against the windows like the wind chime in my hallway. My heels ‘nick-nock’ against the wooden floor, as I approach the bedroom door. I’ve been looking forward to this moment for a while. To fulfil your little fantasy. I knew you wanted me, but I didn’t expect such a specific request. It’s funny you live next door to someone and you don’t really know them. But then of course I did know you, but that was a few years back. I...