My Forbidden Obsession with Laetitia: The Woman I Invented to Fuck in My Mind
Every morning at 7:20, she glides past my bookstore window. Laetitia. That blue dress slit to her knee, bracelets jingling like dirty promises. I pretend to stack books, but my cock twitches hard. Heart pounds. Sweat beads on my neck. She’s a ghost in espadrilles, cat under arm, mystery dripping from her hips. No one […]