My Neighbor Taught Me What My Boyfriend Never Could
When she moved into the apartment across from mine, I never imagined that one afternoon, while her son slept, her hand would climb up my thigh and I’d spread my legs without thinking.
When she moved into the apartment across from mine, I never imagined that one afternoon, while her son slept, her hand would climb up my thigh and I’d spread my legs without thinking.
She had spent years going to that club alone, waiting for a glance that would stay on her. That night, unknown fingers took her hand and dragged her into the dark.
“Normally now you’d have to kneel and wait in silence,” she said as she fastened the collar on me. She didn’t know I’d be the one ending up in charge.
I hadn’t felt anything for months. Then she came in behind me in the stall, locked the door, and everything I thought I knew about myself came crashing down.
My hands were ice-cold in the boarding lounge, but it wasn’t the weather: in a few hours I’d see her again, and I didn’t know whether I’d run to her or hide.
Bruno had broken my heart again, but waiting for me in that house on the outskirts wasn’t him, it was his mother, wearing a dress that left nothing to the imagination.
It was only a game to make friends, but when she asked if she could come over that night, I knew we’d crossed a line I wanted to cross.