Kira’s Dirty Morning

M.T. Storm
Sep 2 · 11 min read
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Kira stirred, her mind foggy as she woke. The sun pouring through the open curtains baked her naked body. Her light brown hair sticking to her shoulders. What the hell is with this fucking heat, she thought, uncomfortably sweaty. And why the hell am I awake at 7 am!

Pained muscles protested as she tried to find a cool spot on the sheets, her long legs settling in a not-so-hot part of the bed. She smiled at the pain, a…