Ryker
Sex with a man.
I am having sex with a man.
I never imagined my life would take this turn, but now that I'm here, I wouldn't have it any other way. "Your room?" he inquires between passionate kisses, and for a moment, my usual self-control falters. Is this some karmic retribution for past misdeeds? Has my time finally come to face the consequences? I've longed for Harley, fantasizing about the day we'd be together, but reality surpasses the dreams – she is beyond expectation. Holding a man like this, something I thought would evoke unease, invokes quite the opposite.
Drawing back just a bit, our lips parting slowly, he says breathlessly, "Hey... your room? Let's take this there." His boldness is easy to interpret; he thinks we're simply having a casual hook-up. He's utterly unaware that he is now the center of my universe and nothing else matters.