Neurospicy H*es: I Went Nonverbal at the Family BBQ and My Aunt’s Daughter Fed Me Her Fingers

SANDRA

I shut down hard. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. Just sat there in the heat like my body had stopped working.

Then she crouched in front of me like temptation in a halter top and said, “Use your mouth for something else.”

So I did.

I sucked her fingers until the whole damn barbecue disappeared.

Now she’s tied to her own headboard, begging me to make her cry, and I’m riding her hand like it owes me back pay.

I don’t need to talk to wreck her. I just need her soaked, shaking, and saying my name like a prayer.

JAZMINE

I’m the one people call too much. Too loud. Too weird. Too sensitive.

But Sandra? She’s too quiet. Too still. Too easy to overlook if you don’t know what the fuck you’re looking at.

I saw her meltdown and fed it. Fed her. Fed myself.

Now I’m the one spread wide, tied up, begging her to let me come.

She tasted like sin and shutdown and salvation. And baby, I’m obsessed.

She’s not soft. She’s not safe. She’s the shutdown I never want to come back from.