19. Mara
I could tell that Zander was running away from me and I would be f****d if I let him go back to that cocoon he liked hiding in and pretend as if las night didn't happen.
It was the best s*x of my life… wait… it was my first s*x but who cares? The point was, I didn't want him to pretend that it didn't happen.
I thus cornered him at the refrigerator and I just wanted us to talk it through. All I knew was that I wanted him again. I couldn't get enough of him and there was a reason I wore the short skirt I was wearing. I had this fantasy that he would bend me over the kitchen counter and f**k me from behind.
Talking of bending and f*****g from behind, I wondered how Zander’s d**k would feel in my arse. Ahem.
Anyway, I stood there with my arms crossed on my chest and stared down a
