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And 'round and 'round she went, that carousel of nerves in my brain.
Only then did I notice that we were nowhere close to home. Caleb got off at the wrong exit and cut down a side street in the middle of the arts district.
"Dude, where are you going?" I asked.
He pulled over in front of a bookstore. Not just any bookstore, I saw, but one that specialized in poetry, from Thomas and Wordsworth to small press chapbooks.
There was a sign in the window, HELP WANTED.
I laughed. I never mentioned my poetry to him.
"Hurry up," Caleb said. "I want to get home before Cortney gets back from yoga. She always talks my fucking ear off after yoga."
I jumped out of the car, but when I reached the door I realized I hadn't asked him for my talisman. I went in without it anyway.
This time, I didn't think I'd need it.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 6 years agoI masturbated and came twice reading this and my clit is still hard. Fuck
Yes write more.
ElectricBadgerabout 6 years agoAn excellent mix of loathing and eagerness, this is what mind control should be! I particularly love the competition/humiliation triangle with Cortney/Caleb's others. Would love to see that played out a bit more - Olivia forced to watch, or clean up, or somesuch. *****
Anonymousabout 6 years agoMore, need more. This is fucking great, It's hard to find AMAZING material anywhere these days and you just brought it to me on a gold platter, thank you!
