Freya

Victor tasted like my favorite ice-cream. Strawberry. His lips were soft, and I didn't mind getting drowned in him. I knew it wasn’t right. Kissing him. I shouldn’t be doing it, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop either. It had been so long since I felt this way, since I had been kissed so gently and passionately and every second got me deeper.

My head screamed at me to stop but the feelings surging in my belly kept me there… until I felt his hand travel down my arms to my lower ...