Former Love Slave
There's a whimsical part of me that thinks it must have been fate. Sometimes as I'm patting her on the head after a well-performed blowjob, I sit back and try to wrap my brain around the chances. But I'm getting ahead of myself... It started in high school. She, let's call her "Jane," was between boyfriends at the time. We were seventeen, each of us a bundle of hormones looking for a place to explode, and taking a break from studying when she noticed one of the books on my older...