Lola
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My phone buzzed and a message popped up in the notification bar. It was from Raphael.
Raph: I hope you’re not touching yourself.
Me: No, you haven’t permitted me.
Raph: You’re behaving so well, it makes me want to keep you longer than necessary.
My cheeks dipped into a shade of red, and my stomach fluttered.
Raph: Send me a picture of your p***y. I’m sure you are wet.
My chest tightened. I had never sent nudes. In fact, growing up, I had always heard Never send a man your nudes, they might post them online.
Despite the warning buzzing in my head, I parted my legs and separated my folds. A faint “chk!” sounded as I took a picture.
I stared at my p***y—my red p***y. I could see the transparent liquid seeping out of my red inside.
As I sent the picture to him, my heart t
