It was a bizarre twist, and it made Sabrina resent Carole even more for her confession of love. It was not that they were not going to be friends anymore, the two of them had been through far too much for that. But it was that she hated that Carole romanticized the dynamic between them. Sure you could suggest that their having been intimate could have changed their dynamic, but it had not for Sabrina and honestly that was not why Carole had fallen in love with her in the long run.
But it was Carole’s confession that she had started to fall for her when she went to London, and they had met Drew.
Drew.
Sabrina did not think much about her past lives for her own sanity. But one memory of Drew spurred so many more it was unbearable. Meeting him in Camden, him making the trips between them from New York to London feel like a trip from Manhattan to Brooklyn. Because they both wanted each other so much, and that was why she had begun to spend so much time with Carole in London. Why she had made out with Carole on a plane to entice Drew.
Carole was always an instrument, she saw now in hindsight.
But Drew, Drew himself had been like an uncontrollable fire. She wanted him all of the time, and as evidence that she did not actively practice monogamy–not in a traditional sense–she had him. But Drew was like setting fire to anything she was in at the time. She would have walked over the Atlantic Ocean to see him. For his death grip between her legs that made her burn all over…
Her tears felt like lava on her cheeks when she thought of the glass case he had with beautiful glass toys…the ways he played with her with those beautiful toys.
Sabrina moved her finger in and out of her anus, thinking about the lovely plug Drew had inserted in her…in and out, out and in until she cried out from the pleasure. Her tears became a hotter lava on her face, as she came from the sensation and the memory…
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This week the photo that accompanies my post is by photographer supreme, and my friend Exposing 40!!!
