Mom Wants InChapter 1
I'm fourteen and I've had sex. Twice. No, not twice. With two different guys. I get that all mixed up. It was two different guys. One I did it with, oh, probably fifteen or twenty times. He was the first guy. We made love. With the second guy, we fucked. Know the diff? It's easy. Making love is calm and orderly, fucking is not, it's disorderly. Messy, wild, out of control, crazy, hot. Fucking. Now, of the two, I generally prefer the latter. You might think that means I'm a slut. Well,...