The towel was still twisted under my boobs, one tit completely out, my panties so ruined they were sticking to my thighs like I’d just been swimming in sin.
My n*****s were red. There were bite marks. I looked like s*x. I looked like I’d just stepped out of one of those dirty Dreame books I secretly devoured when I was supposed to be doing homework.
“He fingered me,” I kept repeating like I was hypnotized. “He fingered me. Me. Lily. His daughter’s best friend. Against a wall. On a yacht. While my best friend was literally on the other side of the door.”
I bent over, slapped my knees, and started laughing like a lunatic. “My f*****g imaginations are becoming reality. My forbidden w*****d delusions? Alive and thriving. My Dreame stories? Not just fiction anymore. b***h, they’re my autobi
