JULIA
*29 years ago*
As the month wore on, he became desperate to f**k me. I threw him breadcrumbs. One day, I let him touch my breasts while fully clothed. Then, a few days later, I unbuttoned my blouse and let him touch them bare. Each new boundary he crossed made him bolder, more frantic, more obsessed.
One evening, I wore a skirt and let him slip his fingers past the elastic of my panties. His breath hitched as he pressed against my entrance, teasing, testing.
“Just don’t put them inside,” I murmured. “I’m saving myself for my mate.”
“You’re so f*****g wet though,” he groaned, tracing the slickness with the tip of his finger. “I can make you feel so good.”
I tilted my head, letting my lashes flutter. “Do they have to go inside?”
His nostrils flared. “Have you ever had an orgasm?
