In The Enemy's Tent

VALENTINA

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A calloused finger trailed a line along my inner thigh. A fire ignited on every part of my skin, following the punishing trail that left me longing for more than I ever thought I could crave.

It felt perfect.

Like my body was created for this purpose and this purpose alone.

This torture.

It felt like that was where that finger was meant to be or even somewhere lower, like on my throbbing clit that demanded to be relieved of the pressure that gathered painfully in it.

I wished the finger would go lower and that the owner would have so much mercy upon me as to apply pressure as it descended.

The scent that engulfed my nostrils, was too sweet that I could taste it.

It wasn't like anything sweet I had ever tasted but I could swear with everything in me that at that very second, I became addicted to it and the maddening effect it had on me.

It was like a drug, I couldn't get enough of it even if I tried.