Hijra – taster…

She felt his hands moving roughly over her. A blurred reality drifted in waves. She was dreaming,absorbed in the hypnotic powers of the strange words, not understanding them yet obeying them. She parted her legs, wanting more. Her breath caught in her throat, her heart beating wildly or was it his…

(from ‘Hijra’ by Misti Debonno) Tis not all passion but a race to save London from attack and sooh much more… xx


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