Celia
It was a week later, and I couldn’t hide the grin on my face as I texted my mystery texter back. I’d been to class, done my day’s work, and now, it was my free time and I was spending it just the way I wanted to.
I felt dirty and naughty, but oh so nice, all at the same time. No more was I being the good little girl hiding behind her books and study sessions. I was showing what was really in my mind and I loved it.
I thought about all of the things that I wanted a guy to do me. I thought about all of the things that I wanted to do to him. Mainly, I would give him the freedom to make me feel like the woman that I wanted to be, more than anything else sometimes.
I started to feel my body respond as I pressed the send button. I knew the reaction that I would get from sending such a
