FRANKIE
I stand in my bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes trace over the new bruises blooming on my hands and legs, but that's not what's bothering me right now. No, it's the fact that Rafael left me hanging. I was so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, and he ripped it away from me after giving me my first taste of oral pleasure. No man had ever gone down on me before, and I had heard how amazing it was supposed to be. Rafael lived up to all the hype and more - it was beyond anything I could have imagined. But then he left me aching and unsatisfied, and now, for the first time in my life, I'm contemplating taking matters into my own hands.
God, too many firsts were happening with Rafael. I know he warned me, but the burning need between my legs is driving me
