Pimped out toyboy
It had been half a year since that first night when Ivan had taken advantage of my drunken state. By now, I had no problem with the arrangement. I'd been guilty after the first night. And sore. I wanted to forget it. I was embarrassed that I'd done sex stuff with a man. If any of my friends found out I'd die. But I couldn't forget it. And I began thinking about how some of it had been quite nice. Slowly, over a few weeks, I started to wonder if I'd enjoy another round with him. It...