Sindy
The water sluiced over my scalp, pouring down in hot rivulets, the steam rising thick around me, wrapping me in its suffocating cocoon. The heat was sharp, acrid, almost punishing, yet somehow welcome. It sank into my skin, burning away the chill, sinking deeper, as if it could scorch away the memories clawing at me. My palms pressed hard against the slick tile wall, and my head bowed, droplets sliding down my lashes to drip into the swirling drain at my feet.
I couldn’t get rid of him.
The ghost of his touch lingered in my body like an echo that refused to fade. My thighs ached. My p***y throbbed, raw and swollen, pulsing with that maddening blend of pain and pleasure I hadn’t been able to shake since the moment he had finished with me. Even now, as the water pelted down merciles
