Monique's Goodness Enters

Monique sits at her desk, a picture of piety, her eyes scanning the scriptures. Yet, her mind wanders, her body yearns. She feels the heat, the dampness. She's a good girl, she is, but her body has needs. She stands, her skirt rustling, and locks her door. She's alone, safe. She unbuttons her blouse, her breath hitching as her hand cups her breast. She's not being bad, she tells herself, just... grateful for her body, for these feelings, for this goodness.

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