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26 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 12, 2020
B.—
You looked too beautiful to wake. I miss you already. Be good while I’m gone. Make me proud.
—M.
I nevertheless felt protected by him, strong because he was strong, wild because he could handle me. I was beautiful because of the way he stared at me.
“Mind if I whack off?”
He needed me—or at least needed this experience—as bad as a person could need something, and I loved giving it to him.
I love getting fucked in cheap motels. Some guy railing me on a lumpy mattress with late-afternoon sunlight peeking through vinyl curtains? Nothing makes me feel sluttier.
“I’m not going to fuck a student, Mateo.”
“He’ll graduate someday.”
We’d known each other for the better part of six years, and the first time we’d fucked had been within seventy-two hours of his graduation.
He kissed my eyebrows and my forehead. Then he brushed my ear and whispered, “I’m back. I’m back, and you are mine.”