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‘I also put a little light reading in your drawer… with diagrams.’
My eyes widen on the ceiling.
Slowly, I sit up and look across at the drawer again. Stare. I go to it—again—and open it, now noticing other things inside: a brush, a small towel, folded white pages. Right.
Taking a big breath, I retrieve them before laying on my stomach and opening the pages up on the pillow.
My cheeks flush as I read the scene, a first-person account of being with a man.
I squirm on the mattress.
I wasn’t entirely sure I could take him inside me. I was afraid to be in the dark, but he slipped two fingers through my folds. “You’re ready,” he murmured.
He pressed my thighs down and worked himself into me, making loud noises that rumbled from deep within his chest.
And I took him.
All of him.
I was shuddering with pleasure at each pump, at each thrust. Having the special places inside me rubbed, soothed, and massaged, every inch previously untouched, now pressed, and caressed. I exploded.
Hesitantly, I turn the page to see the drawing of a wonderfully curvaceous woman wearing a Silk Girl Veil. She is throwing her head back, her body arching upward, and he… A massive Xin De man is fully sheathed inside her. Veins pop along his arms as he pins her down, muscles on his abdomen crunch together—
I start to pant, feeling strange. So strange that I flip the page over, unable to look any longer. Shower, I need to shower— Or pee. I want to pee so badly.
I stand up and rush to the bathroom, sit on the toilet and feel a tingle when I wee into the bowl.
What the hell is wrong with me?
What the hell is happening?