The Internship: Prince Charming (Vol 2)

Some people wish for their prince charming. Soft words. Soft hands. I thought I did too. But truthfully, deep down, in that deepest cavity of me, I really wanted a sex god. I wished for a man who told me no. I hungered for a man who laid me down—spread me thin.

You can only repress a good girl so much until all she wants is bad. That breaking point, that proverbial straw, happened yesterday. Mr. Westwick invaded my thoughts every aching second. As my Bio professor, Dr. Agnew, rattled off lecture notes, all I could think about was inhaling the hot mist in the shower and swallowing his hot cum down my throat. The old Sadie never dreamed she could be touched and be taunted this way.