Firsts, part 1

It started innocently enough. As if anything could be termed “innocent” with him, and, after all, I was tied in his bed, my legs spread and raised above me in a “V”...

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I knock, he opens the door. I enter and lean in to kiss him hello. He grabs a handful of my hair, holds me just far enough away to look me in the eyes. That's it, that moment, that's all the hesitation I get, before he drags me into his…