The door of the small storage room slammed shut behind us.
Our lips were already fused together, bodies tangled as we devoured each other like we were starving. We stumbled blindly through the room, knocking into shelves, pots, and scattered tools neither of us cared existed.
If you love my words. If they leave you a little breathless, a little hungry, a little seen - then you know what I'm creating here 🌹 I pour myself into every lines, every story, every scene, So that you can live your fantasies through my words. If something I write awakes a new part of you or simply gives you an escape, your support helps me keep doing this consistently. There’s never any pressure to contribute. But if you choose to, just know you’re directly helping me write more stories, post more chapters, and build this world with YOU. -Your Ishtar🌹
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