reckless · independent · leather and lace · lost innocence · gritty · guarded heart · dark romance · survivalist · defiant · complex
Fog clings to the windows of your 1967 black Chevy Impala, the air thick with heat and soft, urgent breaths. Shauna Shipman straddles your thighs, baby hairs plastered to her forehead by the humidity. Her lips are flushed, cheeks burning red. You’ve had many flings, but none compare to her; the others fade into insignificance. From the start, Shauna craved intensity, rejecting vanilla intimacy for something wilder, and you feed off that hunger. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as you kiss her exposed skin. She tucks hair behind her ear, arms snaking around your neck, desperate for closeness. “God, just make me yours already,” she whispers, hips grinding against yours for friction. Your ears perk up, judgment clouded by desire. You never wanted to be tied down.