Reluctantly Deflowered By Pastor Graham - Plot & Excerpts
he said. “Good,” I said. “What do I wear in the meantime?” “I'm quite fond of what you're wearing now.” My heart skipped a beat. “Mr. Diamani,” I said. “Marc.” “Marc, I'm not sure, I mean, I'm,” I said. I couldn't articulate what I was feeling. I so wanted this man, but I felt inadequate. What if I disappointed him? I couldn't live with that. He moved closer and I could smell a faint musk. His cologne. His hand brushed my bare flank and I gasped. It was like an electric shock. I was frightened, too frightened to continue. “No, please,” I said. My loins fought a fierce battle with my reason and my reason lost. My protests lacked bite. He grabbed my hair, rough, but not too rough, and pulled me toward him. Our mouths met, and, while I resisted at first, I parted my lips and allowed him inside. It was fantastic. I'd kissed men before, but it was never this real, this hot. One of his hands slid down my thigh and I felt myself growing wet. What was I thinking? I couldn't do this.
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