젖탱이를 빨아주는 핫한 십대

The night presses in, thick and dark, as I lie in bed, the sheets crisp against my bare skin.

The world's hushed beyond the walls, a distant murmur, and I'm alone, stretched out, restless, the mattress cradling me.

It is soft at first. Me. My body. A quiet head sound low. No rush. Just a hint of something stirring.

My hand wanders across my chest, idle, searching, and then she creeps in, her whisper from last night,

her warmth against me, a shadow of her haunting the dark.