Olivia hated going home for Thanksgiving. As a second year university student, she had way too much work piled onto her plate to even think about anything else. She bit her lower lip and sighed, pushing strands of her auburn hair away from her face. Ring ring. She slipped her hands into the back pocket of her jeans and realized her phone wasn't there. She ran to her dresser and opened the drawer, her phone right next to t...

Goosebumps. Shivers. All things I felt as Adam stroked a poppy petal against my clitoris. Brushed it up and down, coursing electricity through my veins. Lips of my vagina throbbing, clitoris swelling, like the flower in his hand waiting to bloom. Raindrops falling from the thick clouds. Dripping on my vulva. Moisture in the sky could not compare to the feeling between my legs. Adam placed the poppy on my thigh and set his...