Drenched Confessions: A collection of Steamy Stories
but like I said, it’s a craze.
Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady.
Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look.
Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze.
My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect.
“Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer.
And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.