ABSOLUTE CRAVING
WARNING:This is smut. My story CONTAINS EROTIC CONTENT. Please, if you're too young to be able to pronounce anatomical parts... like stuff categorized under genitalia, don't read this. And by that, I mean if you're under 18, you're too young for my overactive and hypersexual (at the moment) imagination.
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** Dear Edward Cullen,
You will be the death of me. I feel like I am writing a smutty erotic as hell romantic 99 cent novel, but I don't care. How I have succumbed to such horny levels, I don't know.
Please, for future reference, there is no casual finger brush against my clit possible. With past experiences, I wouldn't have even noticed. But from you... everything seems explosive. So please, for my own sanity, do not tease me to death when you're driving. I was sitting indian style, not having an open house for your fingers down there... well, unless you plan to finish what you start. Which you don't... these days.
But what I do know is that I seriously want to kick your ass because you're the biggest tease and cock-block ever. Even if it is your own cock you're blocking me from!
Sincerely,
Bella Swan
P.S. Your musky man smell makes me wet, too. I hate you.
** BLOG DISCLAIMER: All names are fictional. They have to be. Otherwise, real Edward Cullen in question would place a restraining order on me, obviously... or a restraining order from his cock. Yup.
Hope y'all like it ;) - Fairy Floss