by N. S. Moore
This must have been what I did. I’d finally gotten brave enough to do something with the lurking desire.
I stared at the woman on stage, who was now practically humping a pole to the rhythm of the music.
Evidently, I did that too.
There was a hole in my mind, in my life, but this was obviously part of what filled it.
I’d woken up this morning believing I was nothing but a good girl who’d taken her first risk last night.
But it was obviously not the first risk I’d taken.
I wondered how I’d feel when I got on that stage again and started taking off my clothes for anyone who wanted to see.
Maybe I’d feel sexy. Maybe I was good at it.
Maybe there was more to me than I’d ever imagined.
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