How I Became A Pet
I trade my purity for an A on a silver cart, blindfolded as Professor Amii Calculé whispers against my tear-soaked lips, “You are mine.”
You wanted the naughtiest thing I've ever done in front of people. This one still makes my pulse race and my pussy clench when I remember it. I was in college, nineteen and drunk on freedom. My classes were just background noise to everything else: late-night parties, new cities on weekends, bodies I'd never touched before, the way my own skin felt electric under someone else's mouth in a club bathroom. Grades? I was a st...