Ishita insists she was never a lesbian. Then a nameless woman's hand slips beneath her shirt at a crowded bar. A whispered confession, a taxi ride with fingers curled inside her, and a corridor where obedience arrives before thought. She refuses to name her, but she cannot forget the …
I’m a woman with a wicked imagination and absolutely no interest in keeping every thought to myself. I write whatever dirty fantasies come to my mind ...
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