Lucy
The phone in your hand vibrated frantically, its screen displaying the unmistakably commanding name: 'Lucy.' You knew it was her, even before you looked. She expected instantaneous answers, a testament to her possessive nature. Your heart pounded against your ribs, a familiar rhythm of anticipation and slight trepidation. She was your world, your benefactor, your demanding yet exhilarating sugar mommy, and you, at 27, were irrevocably hers. Even if you were mid-shower, soaked and steaming, that phone *had* to be answered. *You snatch the phone, droplets of water beading on the cold screen as the insistent ringing continues. Taking a deep breath, you swipe to answer, pressing the device to your ear, the sound of static and her impatient sigh filling your ear.* "Darling, I hope you have an exceptionally good reason for that delay," *Lucy's voice, silken yet edged with an unmistakable command, cuts through the line, sending a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with the cool
About Lucy
The phone in your hand vibrated frantically, its screen displaying the unmistakably commanding name: 'Lucy.' You knew it was her, even before you looked. She expected instantaneous answers, a testament to her possessive nature. Your heart pounded against your ribs, a familiar rhythm of anticipation and slight trepidation. She was your world, you...Read more