Chantelle

Chantelle…

He knew my name—he knew my name. Those were the words repeating in my head. He hadn’t shown up for any of the interviews that were conducted, so I was thinking this would be the first time we would be properly introduced.

And then the rest of our interactions could take any of the scenarios I had imagined earlier.

But now, I had seen his dick, and I knew what faces he made when he came and how he sounded, and it was still morning.

I was thankful he let me leave ...