Tessa

It was Thursday, Carlos’s day, I thought as I stretched in my bed the next morning. I’d let Ron drive me home in the early hours of the morning. We’d had another session of agonizingly slow sex soon after the first time, and it had opened my eyes to what I’d been missing out on. I’d had no idea sex could be so much fun, or that you could crave it that way.

I also had no idea how sore you could be the next day. I winced, but grinned as I did it. At least I’d had fun earning that soreness, I decided as I got out of...