I nod, and whisper ‘Yes’, softly and barely audibly, but it sounds like a thunderclap in my ears. xxx18 This dance is a tango for two, and there are more steps to be taken before that final triumphant flourish. Your response is to press the long index finger of your right hand into my vaginal hole, and I shudder with excitement and fear as your nail encounters the barrier of my hymen and scrapes across it. come for me, do it for me … I catch my breath as you reach round again and unsnap the backband, and I have a second of embarrassment as the bra tumbles from my shoulders, revealing my juvenile chest. With urgent intensity, your voice becomes hoarse and low – but fortunately not so loud as to carry beyond this
