📚 Title: Stuck Between Her Thighs and a Lie
I’ve always believed I could run — from debt, from loneliness, from the city’s unlit corners whispering my name when I try to sleep. But her? I can’t run from her. She calls when it’s late, when the street outside is so quiet you can hear your own regrets. I shouldn’t answer, but my fingers know her number by heart. She says she needs me — just for tonight, just until the cold is gone. I tell myself it’s nothing. But I’m lying to her and to me. Her flat smells like sweat and secrets — her hair damp, her eyes daring me to say no. I don’t. She knows I won’t. She drags me to her tiny couch, the leather sticky under my elbows as she straddles me like she owns the debt in my veins. I tell myself this isn’t real — that tomorrow I’ll be stronger. That I’ll say no when she calls again. But I’m stuck. Stuck between her thighs, my promises pressed against her heat, the taste of her mouth reminding me I never meant a word I told myself. Her nails dig into my shoulders. She says my name like it’s ...