No words, signs or glances, nor sharp intakes of breath.
No fanfares, fireworks, or gymnastics displays, yet my time had come. My hands needed no bonds, my flesh no wounds, only my meek and tearful acceptance.
But my soul knew, my heart knew, and shockingly, my womb knew too, and her message always spreads quickly, so before long, a riot had broken out.
Now my sex was wide awake, and that part of ourselves that none of us understands soared up from the depths and took control.
So… how did all this start?
She’s only fucking accepted my Friend request!
