public sex
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I didn’t know when it had started – Or maybe I did. No, I definitely did, and it was definitely my fault. There were few ways a story could end when it started with a stranger walking in on me with my hand down my pants, letting the rocking of the train choose the rhythm…
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“Run.” I was gone from your arms even before the rumble of the word had finished vibrating against my throat. My hair lashed behind me in the wind, my laugh disappearing behind me with it – But you weren’t laughing. I made the mistake of glancing behind me for just a second, seeing for myself…
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When you told me not to wear underwear to dinner, I wasn’t surprised. We didn’t do it all the time, sure but it wasn’t unheard of either. Then you banned me from speaking without permission. And to wear my remote control plug. That was new. And it was how I found myself now, staring blankly…
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It all started with your voice, whispered low in my ear. “What are you looking for?” My finger stopped on the spine of the book in front of me, trailing downwards as you pulled my attention away. “Professor Alexander? What are you doing here?” I tried to play dumb even as my heart began to…
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I remember the look in your eyes as you walked over. You were terrifying. But really, it wasn’t my fault. You’d left me alone, which was never a good idea, and I was innocent enough that I couldn’t be 100% sure that the man running his hand along my thigh wasn’t just being friendly. Or,…