ZOEY
“S-Sir?” Zoey stuttered as he gestured at the wall where the dildo was attached to, blinking so rapidly as though it was her ears she used to hear the sacrilegious thing he asked her to do.
“I didn’t stutter when I spoke and there was certainly no water in my mouth. You heard me loud and clear.”
“f**k,” she muttered.
“I d-don’t. It’s…”
She was to stunned to speak.
“What is the name of this course?”
“Raw Intimacy: A Practical Thesis.”
“Were you expecting to come here and I’ll tell you to explain it all to me without actually practicing it. I need to know you can do what you’re explaining.”
She shook her head.
Yes, she wanted to stop being naïve. Yes, she wanted to get wild and do the things that people of the world did, but this was just taking it damn too far.
“It just does
