Raul02

He watched me from the armchair while I knelt in front of the stranger I’d picked at the bar. It was my first night being a whore.

When she confessed it to me, we were already alone in the room. Her sister had asked me to watch her for the day. No one imagined what would happen between us.

I never paid for sex, or so I thought. That night in the abandoned lot I learned desire doesn’t ask before it acts.