Confessions, Paola's Choice

July 24, 2016

“Imagining Jacob and I on a contract, in a warehouse standing just above a bunch of quietly patrolling Templars and our target, both of us trying to keep silent as he fucks me slowly from behind…. The danger of being caught in such a vulnerable position makes my heart race. My knees would be ready to buckle, my knuckles would be white on the railing in front of me, his hot breath in my ear.”