Lia

On the fourth day, my mind had cleared. I stared at the ceiling, my face bright red. How had this happened to me? How had I done this?

Not that it wasn’t a lovely memory.

I thought back to every second of the five of us together somehow. They were attentive, making sure that I was taken care of. The feel of their hands on my body and them inside me was something I don’t think I could ever forget.

This was never supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to go into heat and nor was I ...