Vicky s Virginity
The room was dim and warm; the atmosphere tense and anxious. Faint afternoon light seeped softly through the shut blinds hanging from the window, casting odd shadows around the room which would have been creepy, were it not seemingly romantic. I was clutching the firm black remote, controlling the knobs with care and pressing the buttons with ease. But my skills were no match for his. Almost silently his character crept behind me, only giving warning by appearing as a small dot on my radar. I...