I think I broke him. He hasn't moved in almost a minute since I told him to touch me.

Did I make a mistake?

I was just in my feelings, and the massage didn't help me in any way. But I mean it, though. I want him to touch me—to fuck me.

My voice of reasoning keeps telling me I might be making a mistake and getting more invested in this than I already am, eventually setting myself up for heartbreak. But in this moment, it feels right.

I'll deal with the consequences later. I just want to quench the need in my lady parts right now.

Though, from the...