Dirty Little Secrets(Short Stories)
He was a light skinned guy,brown curly hair,6,4 and had a slim but athletic build,he wore glasses and was brainy, exactly my type, he never gave me his number so I looked up to seeing him in the library.
His last letter was a week ago, I had kept it cause it was amusing
” next week Saturday , 12pm, wear something red ..oh and no underwear,we wouldn’t need it”.
I starved myself sexually,excitedly waiting for Saturday, I was finally going to feel his hands on my skin,my full aching breasts,my thighs, my throbbing clit , my wet kitty.
The day is finally here,and I sat on my desk feeling my wetness drench my thighs ,I was so scared to stand up in fear that I might find a puddle of pussy juice.