Djinn And Tonic
Djinn And Tonic
“I’m confused. I’m angry. I’m hurt. I’m a turbulent, potent mix of emotions, and I don’t know what to do with any of them, so I go to the shooting range with a box of shells, riddle paper targets with holes while my thoughts wander in circles. Why do I care about Leila so much? She’s just a girl, and girls come and go. I’ve dated a shitload of girls, and none of them have ever meant anything to me. But Leila has wormed her way into my every waking thought after just a few weeks. It’s not just her looks—although god knows she makes my mouth go dry and my breath catch and my cock go iron hard. Even now, with the acrid smell of gunpowder in my nose, the crashing of pistols from down range, and the pinging of spent shells, all I can think of is the way she curled into me, the way she wordlessly encouraged me to kiss her more deeply, to touch her, to hold her… Of course, that leads to thoughts of her skin under my hands and the wind blowing around us, the way her dress was molded to her cu...rves… The wind.MoreLess
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