A Song for Sissies Ch. 06

Chapter 6

Sissy Birthday

"Being a professor of sex psychology on a corn-fed, Midwestern college campus can have its challenges. Criticism of my teaching method began on day one. My most demanding course inspired the name of this book, PSYCH998: Psychology of Sissy Training & Lab (Restricted Access). The final class project is a term paper on the topic: Why sissies are the most remarkable sex object ever conceived. The minimum requirements are 350 pages, 12 point font, single-spaced, 1 inch margins, with at least 100 primary citations.

Every year, thirty college students nearly in tears yell, "Professor Swaroski, that's insane!" I've learned that threatening to fail the whole class isn't as effective as providing a second option. I form students into teams containing 2 boys and 1 girl and ask them to assign a boy to roleplay as a 'sissy' and the other as an 'alpha male' so that for one night they can understand why a sissy is so remarkable. The girl on each team helps the boy roleplaying as a sissy to shave, dress, and fuck for the first time. They are also responsible for capturing photo evidence of the team's success. Either write a 350 page paper or have sissy sex, it's your choice kids!

On the last day of each semester my thong grows damp with anticipation as students approach my desk to turn in their final project. Boys fidget nervously and lower their baseball cap to avoid eye contact as a girl from each team places a photo on my desk. This year is the same as last, every student chose option 2, sissy sex. I study the 10 photos in my hand: 6 blowjobs, 3 creampies, and the last photo is so shocking my Bordelle thong doesn't stand a chance as wetness runs down my leg. Class dismissed.

A consequence of teaching that I could not have predicted was a 1,249% increase in the number of men that have had relationships with sissies since I began teaching in 2018. Yes, you read that right - one thousand two hundred and forty nine percent increase in sissy fucking right here in this middle-of-nowhere Kansas college town. The largest social experiment ever performed is changing the campus. Pregnancy rates on campus have fallen nearly to zero. College boys in the dorm fuck each other like bunnies. And the waitlist for my classes grows longer.

If asked what my ultimate goal is, I'd resist a smile and strut away letting the sound of my Jimmy Choo pumps stabbing the floor talk for me. But if you listen hard enough, you might hear me say, "Just keep fucking watching."

Swaroski, A. (2023). Psychology of Sissy Training. Stowling Publishing.

My parents curious why I was so quiet in my bedroom, approach the door and gently open it. Light from the hallway enters the dark room and they watch me sleep like I'm still their little baby. My body is wrapped in a thick comforter that rises and falls with each slumbering breath. It hides from Mom and Dad's view the buttplug inside my asshole and a lacy white thong around my tiny waist.

"I told you he was passed out, probably tired from getting all of those school supplies," Mom whispers and points at the plastic bag on my bed that is barely visible in the dark. "Did you see how many things he got? He should have just asked me to go shopping for him!"

Dad smirks and replies softly, "He doesn't need his Mom to shop for school supplies anymore. He's independent and growing into a real man."

"Don't start with that grown man shit. He's still my perfect little boy. Brett has always been so easy to parent. Especially compared to his sister," Mom says with a glare.

The contents of the plastic bag, which aren't school supplies at all, cover my bed. If my parents decided to flip on the bedroom light they would see butt plugs, anal lube, thigh-high stockings, thongs, and a tiara next to their sleeping son. Gifts I brought home after having sex with James, a married man I met online.

"Girls are more complex than boys. With boys what you see is what you get," Dad says holding back a chuckle.

My parents have no idea that the reason I am so tired tonight is because I travelled to a complete stranger's home so he could take my anal virginity. Any average 19-year-old boy would be tired from sucking and fucking cock for three hours straight. It's hard work to please a real man in his wife's kitchen and then in his daughter's bedroom until his balls are completely drained.

"Oh look honey, Brett's nuzzling his face in the pillow. He's always done that since he was little," Mom says as her loving eyes watch me sleep.

In the deepest part of the dream, I press my face into the pillow. The soft fabric tickles my lips causing a smile to spread across my face:

Thick cock is covered with saliva bubbles from fucking my throat like a pussy. I wipe tears from my eyes and see the shaft throb with pleasure. In two gulps I swallow the load of cum and press my lips against the shrinking cock and whisper, "Thank you for the yummy cum. I hope you feel better now."

I rub my cheek into cock and balls that radiate with heat. My face becomes wet with tears, cum, and saliva as I press my face into the manhood. The smell of real man fills my head, and I think to myself, "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

Mom resists approaching me to stroke my hair because she doesn't want to disturb my dream. "He looks so happy squishing his little cheek into his pillow. I wish Brett could feel like this all the time," Mom says affectionately.

I react to her voice and stir in my sleep until I flip over causing the thick comforter to fall off and expose my naked body. A drool of saliva darkens the pillowcase. My parents look at each other and raise a finger to their lips to indicate they need to be quiet.

With my backside facing Mom and Dad, the faint outline of a white lacy thong becomes visible. The delicate lace is still damp from when James confidently stroked my dick until I climaxed in his daughter's dirty thong. My 19-year-old dick and tiny balls fit nicely in her panties. The scent of cum covers the smell of pussy.

Maternal instinct kicks in as Mom sees my bare body. Without hesitating, she quietly approaches the bed and adjusts the edges of the blanket to cover me again. My parents make no obvious sign they saw a thong. Perhaps the white fabric blended with my pale skin.

Mom gently strokes my side with a hand but thankfully she doesn't realize how swollen my belly is. The buttplug inside my young asshole holds three loads of James' cum safely inside me. 3.5 billion sperm swim deep inside searching for a female object. Equal parts sperm and hormones, James deposited an insane amount of cum inside my 19-year-old boy body. His seed controls me tonight.

The carousel of dreams continues as a girl's voice fills my head. She taunts and teases me in a way that only an older sister knows how:

"What's the point of your dick and balls? Any horny girl that sees the baby carrot in your shorts is going to roll her eyes and rub herself to completion as you and your limp dick sit by and watch!"

"Mom and Dad won't be surprised AT ALL when they see their only son sleeps with a thong and a buttplug up his ass! Ever since you were little we all knew you were different. You know that right?"

"Our parents will be so relieved to know that a real man finally emptied his balls in their son's guts. It saves Mom and Dad the trouble of having to tell you themselves that you failed at being a man."

"In one minute they'll see the pile of girly clothes next to you, Mom will scream, and you'll jump out of bed with fright wearing only a thong. Then Mommy and Daddy will put the tiara on your head and send their SECOND daughter back to bed!"

"I'll keep the three cum loads in your ass our little secret. Hey, don't thank me, what else our sisters for? From now on bro, I'll call you little sissy. Oh shit, are you really wetting yourself listening to me? Geez... those poor panties. Give those things a break..."

As the voice fades, my asshole squeezes against the buttplug's smooth surface. Valerie and I are more like sisters now, I guess. Ever since I stole the Calvin Klein baby blue thong from her dresser, we share clothes and sneak out of the house to fuck boys with big dicks. My limp dick oozes cum causing me to wet myself like any healthy and horny teenage girl does during a sex dream.

"the.. cum... is... safe... inside... me" I mutter in front of Mom and Dad and gently kick at the bedsheets causing the girly items on the bed to move.

A blue gem buttplug on the bed spins and sparkles with hallway light that catches my parents' attention. Mom reaches over my sleeping body and grabs the radiant blue buttplug. The metallic surface is cold to her touch and heavy. Mom brings the curvy surface of the sex toy close to her face. She has no idea it was shoved up my ass tonight. No idea that it was a gift to make my ass vulnerable to a real man's cock. All 8 juicy inches of it.

Mom holds the buttplug in the air towards Dad. The outline of the sex object is just barely visible in the dark bedroom. Dad adjusts himself in the bedroom's threshold so that hallway light trickles in until he can more clearly see the object in her hands.

As he leans forward, another dream starts to form. A blonde girl with a ponytail teaches me a new routine for a cheerleader performance. We both wear cheerleading uniforms with pink hearts on the front as a football team of sweaty college boys practice nearby:

"Let's sing the 'Sissy Cheer' so MOM AND DAD know once and for all that you're a PROUD COCK SUCKER!

"You know what time it is slut! Clap your hands and give me an S!

Because it's time to shave and DRESS!"

"Good job listening cum whore! Now throw your hands up and give me an I!

Because everyone knows you weren't born to be a GUY!"

"Way to go princess! Now yell at the top of your lungs and give me another S!

Because you're trained to always say YES!"

"Don't act shy now! Shake those pom poms and give me that last S!"

Because you don't come home until you're a MESS!"

"Last but not least, pretty, pretty, please open that mouth wide and give me a Y!"

Because a love for cock you can't DENY!"

"S-I-S-S-Y. What does that spell? SISSY!!!!! YAY!"

"Altogether now Sissies!"

"We're here to tuck! We're here to suck! We're here to fuck!"

"Sissies are toys! For the boys! So make some noise!"

"Well, I guess your parents know what you are now... right sissy? Today marks your first day as a Sissy slut. Happy Sissy Birthday! I can tell you want to celebrate by strutting over to those football boys and see how many of them need help showering after practice. Hahahaha!"

Mom approaches the bed and slowly reaches over my body towards the objects hiding in the darkness. She looks like a claw machine game as she reaches awkwardly towards the girly objects on my bed. With her hands full, she turns to the hallway light to see what was on my bed.

Fishnet stockings, a red thong with a big satin bow on the back, and a black dildo become visible in the light. Mom sighs loudly showing them to my Dad. Her small hands carefully lift the bow loops on the thong until they are straight before returning the items next to my sleeping body.

She looks down at me with concern and gently holds my hand as she soothes me in my sleep. "Oh Brett. My sweet boy. Your father and I knew this day would come eventually," Mom says more to herself than to me.

She looks at Dad with worry. I stir in my sleep and rotate to lie on my back.

Dad whispers, "Come on Jill, it's time for bed." He leaves the bedroom's entrance and walks down the hallway.

While dreaming, I slowly spread my thighs until the thick comforter rises from the bed. Mom watches with a mix of curiosity and affection as my tiny feet point straight towards the ceiling. The thick comforter drapes loosely between my legs as my tiny thighs spread high and wide exposing the white thong.

With my legs in the air, Mom thinks her son looks like women in a stirrup position during labor. The same position she was in when she gave birth to two kids. She has no idea that hours ago a married man put me in this same position to get easier access to my virgin asshole.

"Nothing would make me happier than to know the thoughts that fill your head. Sweet dreams honey," Mom says as she blows a kiss and closes the door gently.

The night's final dream was so vivid it seems real. I know deep inside that it will happen soon. A man yells at me to humiliate myself and I have to do what he says because he is tall and strong. Even though he chokes and slaps me, I want to earn his respect because he has a big dick. He tells me a lot of people are watching, and they will be very upset if I don't listen. I don't want to make him mad.

"Come on bitch, spread those white thighs real fucking wide!"

"Wider, WIDER. Almost there! Just spread your slutty hole a little bit more!"

"Oh WOW! HAHAHAHAHA! The buttplug just popped out of that sissy ass!"

"Get a close up of that ass gape! Its drooling cum everywhere."

"Open your eyes now and see how much of a mess you made sissy!"

Morning air rushes inside my gaping asshole as James' cum pours out and saturates the bed with a creamy wetness. The white thong and buttplug rest near my ankles. I run a hand across the wet bedsheets until my fingers are sticky and place a finger on my tongue and suck gently savoring the cummy taste of wet cotton.

With a final loud suck, I remove the finger from my mouth and scoop another load of cum from the wet bedsheets and slowly draw a heart around my belly button. My white skin sparkles with James' seed. My 19-year-old stomach is flat now that it isn't full of cum. I'm clueless to my parents entering the room last night.

As my eyes begin to adjust to the bright bedroom and James' cum dries on my belly I wonder, "What's a sissy?" Tonight in my dreams was the first time I heard the word. It sounds cute and innocent. I wrap my lips around the word as I say it for the first time, "Sissy, sissy. A sissy. Sissy whore."

The phone next to me vibrates with a text from the man who used my asshole like a pussy.

James: Good morning sweetheart! I hope you slept well. Can you tell what I was thinking about when I woke up? LOL!

My phone shows a photo of James' 8 inch swollen cock. His huge cock head is bright red with anger. I can't believe that it fit in my asshole last night. I also can't believe he's horny again. For a man twice my age he's as horny as a teenage boy! A smile grew on my face as I text him back.

Brett: Good morning James. I did sleep well, thanks! Can you tell what I woke up thinking of? <3

I raise the phone above my head and take a photo of the mess I made. My fully nude 19-year-old body on a bed stained with cum. Hairless thighs spread so he gets a good view of my gaping asshole. My pink insides coated with white cum beg to be filled again.

As I hit "send", my bedroom door creaks open causing my heart to skip a beat. Quickly I cover my naked body with the thick comforter.

"Good morning sweetheart! I hope you had sweet dreams last night," Mom says in a sing-song way, happy to see me awake.

"Get out MOM!," I yell as I kick the bedding to cover a buttplug at the foot of the bed.

Mom looks past me and sees the plastic bag spewing girly clothes still on my bed. I turn and scoop the items frantically into the bag. The thin brown plastic does almost nothing to hide what's inside. As Mom shuts the door I see a smile on her face that sends a shiver down my spine.

I have to fucking get out of here. Between my bed coated in cum, a diary full of sex stories, and now a bag full of dildos, buttplugs, and slutty outfits in my room there's just too much to hide in my parent's house now. I need to run away... back to the dorms.

My phone buzz buzz buzzes with a text from James responding to my photo. His sweet words calm me.

James: HOLY SHIT. That photo is so fucking hot baby. Is that my cum from last night? I hope you kept it in you like I taught you. ;)

I walk to the bathroom and turn the shower on before responding.

Brett: I'm glad you like it. Yes! I kept your cum inside me all night, but I pushed the butt plug out while sleeping that made my bed a big cummy mess! LOL!

In the shower, hot soapy water cleans the stickiness off my body. I use body wash on my dick and balls that causes my manhood to completely disappear with soap bubbles. I think of the photo James sent of his huge cock. Despite both of us being guys we're nothing alike. One of us was made to fuck. The other was made to be fucked.

If you don't know which of these you are, here's a hint: If tiny soap bubbles can hide your 'manhood' then nature designed you to be fucked. My tiny dick is just decoration. My real sex organ is my asshole.

Soapy fingers penetrate my young hole that remains defenseless from last night. My ass wraps around my fingers as I gently fuck myself in the shower. Teasing my prostate. Why is this so natural for me? I look down and see my tiny penis grow harder each time I finger fuck myself.

With a damp washcloth I wipe the cum heart off my stomach. The last trace of James circles the drain. It feels weird being clean. 19-year-old boys like me are happier being covered in saliva, tears, and cum.

I dry off in my bedroom and separate the girly items on my bed into a "Dirty" and "Clean" pile. My sister Valerie's white cami top and baby blue thong go to the "Dirty" pile because they're stiff with dried saliva. James' daughter's lacy white thong thick with dried cum goes in the pile too. I reach around the four corners of my bed and remove the bedsheets stained with cum. My "Dirty" pile stacks high in the laundry basket. The rest of the "Clean" pile of girly items goes in the plastic bag.

I open my bedroom door and walk down the stairs with the laundry basket. As I turn into the laundry room, Mom's body is halfway inside the washer.

"Oh hey sweetie do you need to do a load before you head back to school?" Mom asks cheerfully.

"Oh... ummmm yeah, but I can come back later Mom," I reply and turn to get the fuck out of here with all this evidence in the basket. I cringe as I remember that Mom walked in while I sent a selfie to James. What does she know? The air is thick with the smell of cum as I grab the doorknob to leave.

"No it's okay I can help my baby boy with that." Mom's instinct to help causes her to reach towards the laundry basket full of cummy clothing and bedsheets. Her own daughter's thong too.

"No I got this MOM!" I shout causing Mom to jump with fright. Footsteps sound across the kitchen's hardwood floor and Dad sticks his head in and says, "Is everything okay in here?"

The three of us stand in the laundry room as I hold a hamper of girly clothes and wet bedding.

"Yes we're quite alright dear. Brett and I are just doing laundry," Mom says as she grabs the laundry basket and places it on the ground.

"A good Mom is happy to help her son with laundry especially in the short time I get to help when you're home from college. You do your own laundry at school, let me help while you're here! I do Valerie's laundry all the time when she's home!"

I stand paralyzed watching Mom's small hands reach into the hamper. Dad nods and walks back to the living room.

Mom grabs the bedsheets and says, "Wow these are kind of heavy. Are they wet?"

She holds the bedsheets between us and her eyes focus on a large dark spot created by James' cum. Mom gulps audibly. Without saying anything she places the bedding into the washing machine. We both look down at the laundry basket and see the narrow fabric of two thongs and a strappy cami top.

"What are these!?," Mom yells loudly as she grabs at the girly clothing in the laundry basket.

The worst possible outcome. I am caught. My secret kept safe for mere hours after having sex. I know the universe is playing a cruel joke on me when a text from James vibrates in my pocket.

Mom holds my sister Valerie's thong right in front of my face. She adjusts her hands on the narrow blue fabric to avoid the wet parts. These are the panties I wore to suck James' cock in his wife's kitchen.

We stare at each other in silence until Mom walks past me to shut the laundry room door trapping us inside. My heart is fucking racing. Mom looks seriously into my eyes.

"Your father and I were concerned why you got home late last night. You weren't getting school supplies were you?" Mom whispers.

"Well I uhhh... Well yeah, I kind of did. I got stuff I can use at school," I say with a stutter. As the words fill the room, I realize how bad it sounds to suggest that I can use a bunch of girly clothes when I head back to the dorms.

"Brett don't lie sweetheart. Just be honest with Mommy. Tell me what you were doing with these thongs and why your bedding is wet? And please, oh please, tell me what that plastic bag full of girl stuff is doing in my house?" Mom pleads.

She places my sister's thong so close to me the blue fabric tickles my nose. The word 'CALVIN KLEIN' fills my sight.

Fear fills me. My heart is racing because I can't believe in just a second my Mom will know that I had sex with a guy. My mouth is open for a few seconds and then I begin to say, "Well Mom, you're not going to like this... But I met someone recently, a gu-"

"I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT!" Mom says excitedly stamping a foot as she interrupts me. "You finally met a girl and it's really serious isn't it? Did you sneak her in last night without your Dad and I knowing? That's so romantic sweetheart!"

Mom's excitement stuns me. Oh my fucking god she thinks all this shit was worn by my... girlfriend?

She carefully picks up the girl clothes in the laundry basket, avoiding again the wetness on them before throwing two thongs and cami top in the washer. The sound of hot water filling the washer drowns her voice.

"Brett you know you shouldn't let another girl wear Valerie's panties. She wouldn't be very happy about it if she found out that her baby brother was stripping these off his girlfriend! Even if you two are serious," Mom says with a giggle.

I nod hesitantly and turn to leave as she grabs me by the wrist twisting me to face her. She stands close and has a caring look in her eye as she says, "I'm really happy that you're seeing someone sweetheart, but you have to be really careful. Your Mom knows what is in that bag upstairs. I know that you are engaging in sexual things. Will you promise me that you will always wear protection? You can't afford to get distracted from school because of an unplanned pregnancy!"

"Geez Mom! Of course I'll be safe! I don't want to get knocked up! This conversation is really weird. I gotta go," I say before leaving the laundry room and run upstairs. The laundry machine's hot cycle washes away the remaining evidence that I had sex with a man.

Things have gotten too crazy. There's so much to hide now. A plastic bag full of girly gifts on my bed. A notebook full of sex stories on my desk. This secret life has grown out of control. I need to purge this part of my life.

I reach into my sweatpants pocket and see James' text.

James: That's so sweet that you kept my cum in you all night sweetie <3. Do you think you're pregnant now? ;)

Reading the text causes my 19-year-old asshole to ache and feel like it needs to be filled again. I imagine sitting on the toilet peeing on a pregnancy test and waiting nervously for the test result. Thinking about how stupid I was letting a real man empty his balls in me without wearing a condom.

I shake my head. I am so upset that Mom almost caught me. As I reply to James I feel stupid and disgusted at myself.

Brett: No matter how much cum you shoot in my ass I will never get pregnant. No matter how many girly thongs, playboy bunny outfits, or princess tiaras I wear, I will always be a boy.

As I hit send I am overwhelmed with disgust that I grab the plastic bag of girl clothes and sex objects that James gifted me and throw it in the trashcan. Trashing my favorite butt plugs. The one with a blue gem. The other made of glass so you can see my fleshiness welcoming you from the outside. Now they're just trash.

I violently throw the notebook full of every sex story that I have ever written into the trash. The place where all this started is garbage. This secret life is headed to a landfill where it belongs. That's the only place where my secret can stay hidden.

All of this led to one night of fun. That's it. Nothing more. This part of my life is over.

I grab my phone and begin deleting the photos James sent. His muscled body. His giant cock. I delete all of them. Photos of my 19-year-old naked body that I sent him. I delete those too.

The last thing left is to block James' number. Then my secret life will be purged. I hesitate for just a moment and then my phone vibrates with another text.

James: You won't feel like a boy when we make love in my wife's bed. When are you free sweetheart?

My heart melts thinking about James giant cock plowing my asshole in the same bed he sleeps with his wife. The greatest insult to his marriage is the greatest compliment to a 19-year-old boy who dresses up as a girl to attract cock. A real man's encouragement is music to my ears.

I can't believe I thought about throwing all this away. I reach into the trashcan and rescue the bag of girly clothes and my notebook. Back in my life, I am whole again. Looking into the bag I see a red thong with a huge satin bow on the back. I turn to make sure my bedroom door is shut before dropping my sweatpants and boxers to the floor and secure the red thong around my hips. My tiny penis and balls fit snugly in the girly undergarments.

I grab the sweatpants from the floor and navigate them up my legs hiding the red thong beneath. As I point my ass towards the dresser mirror the loops of the red satin bow are visible above the sweatpants' waist. The girly bow sticking out makes me realize that no matter how hard I try I will never be able to hide who I am.

My boyish exterior will never keep secret my girly interior. I text James back.

Brett: Boys can't get pregnant from cum, but thankfully I'm not a boy. I'm a 19-year-old, cock hungry sissy that dresses for sex like I'm trying to get pregnant.

As I hit send my asshole twitches against the red thong's narrow fabric reminding me how much of a whore I am. Wearing a thong I am born again. This is my first day as a sissy. My sissy birthday. The first day I know I'll never be able to throw this part of my life away. No matter how hard I try. Satisfying men isn't a part of my life. It is my life.

I pack my things and head downstairs making sure the thong's bow stays hidden in my sweatpants as I give Mom and Dad one last hug and a kiss before I leave. The last thing Mom says before I head to school is, "I have a feeling this will be a very exciting semester for you cupcake!"

My parents wave proudly as I pull out of the driveway and begin driving to the college dorms. As my car disappears from view Mom turns to my Dad and says, "Do you think Brett suspects anything?"

After an hour drive I park at Fisher Hall, a large student housing building in the middle of nowhere Kansas that many students call home. Students are everywhere. The campus is alive again. Girls gossip. Boys run. Teachers dread the approaching semester.

As I walk to the entrance of the dorm, a beautiful woman with long black hair and black glasses stands tall in a group of students thanks to her high heels. The students beg her to let them join a class. One student is actually on their knees. I guess she's a professor, but I don't know what she teaches. I look away to avoid her gaze and feel my waistline to make sure the thong is hidden.

So far only one man knows who I really am inside. Only one man has ever pulled down the thong I was wearing and dumped cum inside me. But I wonder if more will learn my secret. I wonder when I will find the next man that needs sexual release so badly he is willing to use my 19-year-old body as a warm hole to deposit cum.

My sissy ass is as good as a pussy. Better even.

In Fisher Hall, most students take the elevator, but those of us who live on the 2nd floor take the stairs. After a few steps up the staircase, I hear footsteps behind me. Logan, the 2nd floor resident advisor enters the staircase. The man in his late 20's starts up the stairs. The sound of Logan's big leather boots follow behind me as we head to the same destination.

I could have just walked to my dorm room.

I could have just let the thong stay hidden.

But I didn't. Because that's not my nature. This isn't a part of my life. It is my life. Today is my sissy birthday. I was born a sissy and always will be. It's time to start acting like one.

I gently tug on my sweatpants until they rest low on my hips causing the red satin bow loops on the back of my thong to become free. Visibly marking me as a 19-year-old boy with a secret.

I deliberately slow my pace up the stairs. My heart pounds harder as Logan's footsteps approach. As he turns the corner I know he will look up and see me for what I truly am. See what I hid all last semester. I'll be the boy he has complete authority over who dresses in girly lingerie.

My hips sway in front of Logan's face. The satin bow on the back of my thong waves in the air playfully. I hope he likes what he sees. I hope he yanks on the giant bow to reveal my young sissy ass. I hope he decorates my insides with yummy cum so that we can celebrate my sissy birthday together.

Maybe it's because I couldn't see Logan's face. Maybe because I was just too horny. But in the moment, I had no idea that my red thong was taunting a raging bull. An alpha male filled with anger and testosterone that was ready to explode. And he was about to charge right at me.