Adrienne West

It started with porn. We watched porn together sometimes, more his desire than mine, but whatever, it was kind of hot.

You should start by telling her, “I need to punish you.”

The worst sex comes out of nowhere. Like when a guy brings up sex before he’s even kissed you. Or he’s completely prosaic about it.

“I like strong women. I like how you boss me around when we do our lab together. To be honest, it’s a big turn-on.”

He says he loves the way I look lying on his desk.

One day I showed up and he had a present for me. A rectangular box with a little bow wrapped around it.

He was just standing there, examining me. I felt very exposed.

I sent him a photo of the skirt and he responded, “shorter.”

“You should always start playfully. Don’t be too quick at it. You should act like this is all you want in the world.”

“Come up to my bedroom.” It was a request, but it was also a statement, he was sure of my answer.

I groaned out loud to myself, I couldn’t even read his messages without *that* feeling.

I stepped back again, but this time to hop up on the desk and spread my legs so he could move between them, pressing his crotch aggressively against mine as we kissed. I gave in completely to what was about to happen.