My Deflowering
This story is an excerpt from a book I read, and if you like it half as much as I did, comment, friend me, and I will give you the title and author. It is a long passage, but you will be glad that it is. read-on, and enjoy.I was in a girls finishing school, renowned throughout merry Olde England as the finest disciplinary establishment in the country, if not the world. The occasion was of my deflowering, a ritual that Rev. B., the headmaster reserved for himself. I was led to the chamber by...