Kate

I’ve been masturbating to thoughts of Noah for over a year.

Not innocent little daydreams. Filthy ones.

I imagine him pinning me down on the couch where we used to watch movies, one big hand around my throat while he fucks me so deep I can’t breathe. I picture him whispering “Your best friend is my daughter” right before he spits on my pussy and shoves his cock inside me like I’m his to ruin. I’ve come with three fingers buried deep, biting my pillow so I don’t moan his name too loud, feeling sick with guilt because he’s my best friend’s father — the man who drove me...