Twisted Lies: A Fake Dating Romance

I’d turned thirty-four last week. We’d celebrated with a weekend of food, sex, and me eating her pussy out until she came on my face.

It’d been a good birthday.

It might be cliche, but could one say they’ve visited Rome without riding a Vespa at least once?

I loved when he was like this.

Rough. Demanding. A beast uncaged.

Every time I saw him or heard his voice, the butterflies went crazy.

You touched what was mine.

thought of him even breathing in Stella’s presence, much less fucking touching her, made acid burn in my blood.

Once upon a time, I hadn’t believed in love.

Now, I realize that love was the last piece that’d been missing in the puzzle of my life.

With it, I was finally whole

The world wasn’t black and white, no matter how much I wished it were.

And sometimes, we found our happiness in the shades of gray.

Was hurting someone who was mine.

She’ll never be yours. She was always mine. And your biggest mistake